Smack
“Two.”
Smack
Wecontinued, my skin growing more and more sensitive, his hand always finding a new place to strike.Buteven as the pain resounded,Icould feel my core clench with desire, so by the time we had reached ten,Icould feel my wetness trickling down my thigh.Hefinally laid his hand gently over my bullied skin, soothing the hurt, there.Thenhis other hand came up to wipe that wetness from my leg, and trace it back up, gently touching between my thighs.
“Youare overflowing for me, little bird.Tellme whatIwant to hear, andI’lllet you come.”Ifelt him shift down, dropping to his knees.Hishands stretched me apart, andIflushed again knowingIhad no secrets from him now.Ifelt his tongue trace my inner thighs, up and up with antagonizing slowness.Imoaned and shifted my hips, desperate for more pressure from him.
“Needyprincess.Youknow what you have to do.”Idid need him.Everypart of my body ached, likeIwas missing a part of myself.Theteasing of his tongue was almost painful with how much it left me wanting.
“Abraxas, you can have me.Wherever, whenever you want.”Hefinally slid his tongue to my core and pushed inside of me.ButIwas beyond this,Ineeded more. “Abraxas, please,Ineed your cock, please.”
Hestood then, andIfelt his hands trace over my skin and up my back.Iheard him open his pants, but his other hand wrapped around my neck, and he pulled me up so my back was pressed against him.Hislips grabbed the point of my ear, “Ido so like hearing you beg, little bird.So, tell me whatIwant to hear, andI’llfuck you until you can’t walk again.”Iknew what he meant, andIwas so desperate for him,Ididn’t think twice.
“I’myours,Abraxas, all yours.”
Hepushed me back down to the table, my breasts squashed against the hardwood, the sensation unbearable, “That’sright.Mine.”Andthen he thrust into me in a single motion.
Iraked my nails over the table, andIknewIwas leaving marks.Hewas not gentle, but that was exactly whatIwanted.Hishands locked around my hips, as he pulled me to him over and over again.EverysoundIcould imagine flew from my lips, andIcould hear his own groans joining them.Everythrust sent the top of my thighs into the edge of the table, and rubbed my nipples agonizingly over the fabric that surrounded them.Icould hear the remaining tableware clattering as the table rocked beneath us.Hishand landed another slap on my ass, and my legs collapsed under me, the sensation too much.Apurely male laugh left him, “Almostthere,Tori, and thenI’mgoing to fill up your warm cunt all over again.”Ibarely heard him, as each stroke brought me closer and closer, his hips and skin crashing into me, his cock stroking that delicious place inside of me.
“Come,Tori, come all over my cock.”Iwouldn’t, couldn’t resist his command as every part of me released.Ibreached that place of starlight, and my skin shivered with each wave.Iclosed my eyes as my orgasm rode me, and the soft light of the room glowed golden through my eyelids.Ifelt him jerk, and his warmth filled me as he found his own release.
Hetraced his hands softly over my back and my tormented cheeks.Hepulled himself free of me, andIfelt the result of our joining go with him.Thenhe gently, so gently pulled my panties up from my knees, and covered me with my dress.Ifelt him place an arm behind my knees, andIcollapsed into him.Helifted me with ease, andIlaid my head against his warm, solid chest and inhaled the intoxicating smell of sweat, arousal, evergreens, and forest fires.
“IthinkIshould have you for dinner every night.”Hiseyes danced with mischief, andIfelt my core tighten all over again.Irealized that ifIcould just get my legs working,Iwould have him again, right here.
Hechuckled and laid a soft kiss on my brow, “Soon, my little bird.Butfor now,Ihave something to show you.”Hecarried me out of the dining hall, and down the hallway, andIlet myself relax into him.Iignored how very dangerous it was thatIhad come to need him so much, so quickly.
Chapter42
Tori
Thesun was low in the sky, butAbraxascarried me to an awaiting carriage.Heset me down inside likeImight break at any moment.Mylegs were definitely not working.Itseemed he had delivered on his promise.Heknew it too, based on that look on his face.
“Noreason to look so smug,YourMajesty.”
“Oh,Ican think of a few reasons.”
Irolled my eyes, but knewIwas smiling too.Ilet out a long, satisfied sigh.
“IsupposeIcould as well.”Ileaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.Seeingthat look wiped off his face was the only reasonIdid, there were no other reasons.Nowit was my inner voice’s turn to roll their eyes at me.
Heclimbed in next to me, and we were off.Ihardly noticed the ride, just enjoying the warmth of his body next to me.IrealizedIhad dozed off when he gently shook me awake.Ilooked out the window and the sun settled over the cliffs outside the city.Westopped at the top of one that felt as ifIhad been there before.Butthat was impossible.Abraxasgently lifted me out again, carrying me towards the edge where it met the sea far below.
“Goingto toss me off?”
Ifelt his chest rumble with laughter, “Ithought about it a few times.”Hegently set me down and didn’t release me until my legs were firmly planted. “Ihave something for you,I’llbe right back.”Heheaded back to the carriage, andIlooked out at the sea.Thelow sun had set the mist ablaze and glowed a deep ochre.Thewind whipped up from the waves and crashed over the top of the cliff.Ilet my arms stretch wide, the dress plastered against my skin— andIremembered.
Iremembered the dreamsI’dhad in my recovery, of flying over these very oceans, the wind guiding me out and over the rocky islands in the distance.Thewind blew harder, andIcould almost imagine it lifting me off my feet.
“Whatare you thinking about?”Theking had returned with a long, wrapped object in his hands.
“Onwings of freedom soaring high,Amidstthe boundless, open sky,Whereendless seas meet endless blue,Thecall of freedom rings anew.”Hepaused and then smiled so that his whole face was alight, and it stole my breath away.
“Iknew you would snoop.”Ithrew a rude gesture at him, but he just held the wrapped object out to me.Carefully,Ipulled at the strings holding it closed, and the cloth fell open, along with my mouth.Insidelay two of the most gorgeous swordsIhad ever seen.Thesteel had been treated so carefully that they almost shone blue, the single-edged blades curved with a beautiful organic shape.Thehilts and pommels mirrored each other, and were woven out of fine dark steel, more like a rapier’s blade than the shorter swordsIwas used to.Themetalwork was exquisite, and clearly strong despite their fine size.
“Doyou like them?”Theywere perfect, but asIreached to grab them, my left arm pulsed, and pain shot to my elbow.Ipulled my hand back as ifIhad been bitten by a snake.Theking’s face sank into a frown.
