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A growl trembled in his throat as he dipped his head, lips hovering ever so close to mine. “Scared of a dainty little thing like you? The only thing about you I’m scared of is that I will fall into the dangerous curves of your body and never want to pull myself from their canyons.”

“Then shut up and fucking kiss me.” I reached up and hooked my arm around his neck and drew him down into my kiss. He could have easily resisted me. Could have pulled away at the last moment, leaving me wanting and needy for the contact. And yet he didn’t. He succumbed to the intimate passion growing between us in our own little bubble ahead of the caravan of horses, soldiers, and humans.

Lightning did not flash. Volcanoes and fireworks did not erupt. It was slow at first, like the gentle opening of a shy flower. But when the petals of his lips parted for me, and our tongues found the waltz between them, those petals became a riot of color and emotion. Our lungs burned for air as we groaned into each other’s mouths, savoring the taste of our mutually shared hunger. His fingers flexed against mine, digging into the plush flesh of my thigh. It would leave bruises in a short time, and I welcomed the idea of seeing his fingers all over my pale golden skin.

He deepened the kiss, pressing into me, and I taunted him by letting our joined fingers brush at my apex. When his knuckles grazed the slick flesh, he groaned and strained against my grip to try and gain better purchase. I fought him for control as our tongues warred, and our lips ravaged each other.

He tried to break our kiss, pulling his head away just slightly, and I pulled down harder, crushing my lips to his as I let his roaming fingers find the delicate throbbing pulse of me. I whimpered into his mouth, guiding his hand along the soaked folds of my body as his arm trembled from his need to take control.

And then I was done. Tossing his expertly stroking fingers from beneath my skirt, releasing his neck, and pulling my lips away from his. My head spun, drunk on a single passionate kiss, and my body shook from my own cursed teasing. Behind me, I could feel the length of his cock pressing into my bare backside, stiff and angry with hunger.

He said nothing and did not move for a long time, while I examined the landscape around us. Our teasing had brought us into a thickly wooded area; great trees towered above us, dappled sunlight falling across our skin and the horse beneath us. “These trees are beautiful,” I commented offhandedly as if nothing at all had happened, even though I fought with my voice to stay even and measured.

“You fight dirty, Banfhlaith,” he whispered, robbed of strength by the power of his own passion.

“Hmm? Oh, I was unaware I had stipulated any rules.” I turned my head to see the dark trees in his starlit gaze swaying and glistening with glassy need. “Is there a problem, my Ard Tiarna?”

“Oh no, sweet one, there is no problem at all. I had merely thought I rode with a lady. It was my mistake. I see now that I have invited a temptress upon my horse.” He grinned, flashing oddly sharp incisors. “One I will conquer.”

I snorted and turned back around. “You barely survived a single kiss. And I was hardly even trying.”

That was a bald-faced lie. I had been trying. Mostly trying not to let myself fall into the pool of our own debauched lechery and give in to every single whim that crossed my mind the moment his skin touched mine.

“Is that so?” He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “It’s a shame you weren’t even trying. I intend on trying. And unlike you, sweet one, I have magic at my disposal.”

He reached up and snapped a small stick from one of the branches of the trees we passed and rolled it across his knuckles before dancing the delicate leaves across the tops of my breasts. “Do you know how easy it would be to dart off into the woods and ravage you, Banfhlaith?”

His lips pressed into the column of my neck, teasing the flesh there as he spoke. “I wouldn’t even need to, would I? If I remember, you loved it when your Raven watched me. I bet if I pulled you off this horse, tied your lovely gown up, and spread your thighs wide for every single one of my soldiers to see exactly how much of a dripping wet little slut you are for me, you’d love that. Wouldn’t you?”

I squirmed in his arms. He wasn’t wrong. I did love the idea of that. And the mere mental image of my back pressed against his chest, sat in his lap as he finger fucked me for the viewing pleasure of his soldiers, drove me wild with need. Once again, my lungs struggled to draw in air.

“You’re imagining it, aren’t you? Tell me what’s in your pretty little head.”

“Me, sitting on your lap, legs on either side of your knees. My dress pulled all the way up. My bodice, all the way down. Your soldiers gathered around us. You finger fucking me deep and hard while you pinched and played with my nipples, and they fisted their cocks.” Flames licked at my cheeks as I admitted the dirty thoughts I had. My ass ground back against him, needing to find some relief.

“Would you want them to fuck you? Would you want me to let them get down on their knees and taste that pretty, sweet little pussy while I held you immobile?” The baritone in his voice turned rough and craggy like bark being split from a tree.

“Not fuck me. I’d want them to beg you to let them. I’d want them to crawl on hands and knees begging to taste me, and then yeah. I want you to let them tongue fuck me.”

His hand dipped into the bodice of my dress and began pinching and rolling my nipple, sending shooting red-hot sparks into my blood.

“Would you be a good girl? Would you come all over their faces? Let them drink the sweet taste of you when you explode? Gods, Banfhlaith. You have no idea how many nights I’ve lain awake thinking of the sounds you make and the taste of you when you come. I’ve never tasted something so intoxicating.” His fingers ground down into my nipple, and I whimpered, rocking back into his cock.

“Maybe. But only if you’re inside of me too.”

“Is that so? You want me to fuck you while they eat you out?”

“Yes. Gods, yes. I want to feel your cock deep in my ass while they suck my clit.” I moaned, my hand drifted toward my skirts, needing to ease the throbbing ache being steadily teased by the rocking of the horse and our mutual weaving of dirty fantasies.

He swatted me with the stick. “Ah, ah, ah. No touching, Banfhlaith. You touch that greedy little cunt of yours, and I’ll stop talking. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

I shook my head and pouted.

“Tell me. If I came deep in your ass, what would you want? Would you want them to stop?”

“No. Gods, no! I’d want them to push your cum into me and lick it out.”

“Gods, you have a filthy mind.” He bit down on the junction between my neck and my shoulder, and I cried out, unable to keep the sound from slipping free. “I fucking love it. You just love being a pretty little fuck doll, don’t you?”