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We stayed in each other’s arms, heads together as the faint sounds of music and laughter warmed the air. Then a sharp, rhythmic knocking started at the wall behind the headboard. I jumped, startled, clinging to Torvo.
“What’s that?” I whispered, half expecting someone to burst through the wall. A picture mounted above us shook in time to the knocking.
He chuckled again, gesturing toward the sound. “That, Princess, is one of our host’s girls entertaining someone.”
It took a moment to sink in, then my eyes widened. It was reminiscent of the sounds we’d made to convince potential eavesdroppers in Centos we’d been trying to create an heir.
We remained silent as the knocking continued, longer than I thought it should. Then it picked up in pace, and other more human sounds passed through the wall. A final yell. and then sudden silence echoed through the room.
I glanced up at Torvo. “I guess they really know how to entertain.”
He smiled. “I’m sure they do.”
“Would you,” I paused, trying to figure out how to express what I wanted to say, “want to visit one of them?” I wanted to suck the words back in the second they escaped, but I held my breath as he looked intently down at me.
“I have no interest in anyone else—in this house or anywhere.” He reached up to caress my cheek again, and I leaned into his palm as his proclamation sent waves of heat straight down to my core. He was so strong and intimidating, but I trusted him more than any man I’d ever known, and he’d never been anything but gentle with me. Well, unless I encouraged it, and those were the memories that rose to the surface as he gazed at me.
I was starving, and it wasn’t for food. It was for more of the kisses we’d shared in Centos. More of our bodies mashing together and the way he’d made me feel like I never had before. Well, if I was going to be brave like Nyah, I had to start somewhere. I crawled onto my knees and pressed my lips to his.
His palms splayed over my back, pressing me close as his mouth met mine, just as hungry. He’d been waiting for me to initiate, I knew that, but it didn’t make it any easier to throw my anxieties away and act. I was glad I had.
My body lit up like dry brush waiting for a spark to hit. Every inch of me burned hotter and more urgently as we explored each other with greater abandon. The blanket between us morphed from a soft comfort to an obstacle and irritant, so I ripped it away. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
He groaned into my mouth as the hottest part of my body settled over the hardest part of his. Big as he was, we aligned perfectly like this, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, core to cock. I rocked over him, increasing the frenzy of need I’d unleashed.
I clawed at his clothing, tugging and shoving it with desperation until he helped remove his shirt. Quickly, I threw the shift over my head and flung it to the floor. Our flesh melded together, sliding against each other as I threw my arms around his neck. He reached up to squeeze my breasts, running a thumb over my hardened nipple. I let out a moan that translated to I need more.
When I skimmed my teeth down to his throat, he threw his head back against the wall to give me access.
“Rune,” he groaned, “are you sure you’re ready?”
In answer, I grasped one of his hands and guided it between my legs so he could feel just how ready I was. I’d never been this wet, and for some reason I didn’t care or worry or feel embarrassed. No, I just wanted him to touch me where I needed him most.
“Gods,” he swore under his breath, sliding a finger between my folds.
“Mmm,” I responded intelligently, gripping his neck but leaning away to give him better access.
His finger glided inside of me, curling to find just the right spot that sent stars shooting into my vision.
"So tight, so hot, so wet," he cooed as he added a second finger.
“Torvo,” I responded through panting breaths. I tried to move my hips so he’d get the hint I wanted him to touch more. And when his thumb circled my sensitive nub, I choked out, “wings.”
The spectacular appendages sprung open, sending a table lamp beside the bed flying. I caught it with an air current absentmindedly and set it on the ground. He lay me back on the bed, raising his glorious wings so they sheltered us like our own private canopy of silver.
I stroked his feathers like I had in the air before we were interrupted, paying special attention to where they met his back. He seemed to like that judging by the way his breath caught and his fingers paused inside of me.
“Make love to me,” I whimpered, a writhing mess. It felt like no matter what he gave, it made me want more.
“Don’t rush me, my love,” he purred, removing his hand and standing over me.
“No—” I reached toward him, desperate for him to continue what he’d been doing.
He answered with a lascivious grin, then he dropped to his knees. The next moment I was tugged toward the edge of the bed. I gasped as he spread my legs wide and lowered himself until his hot breath rushed over my most sensitive spot.
“I want to taste you, Princess,” he said, and before I could make sense of the words, he lapped my slit from bottom to top.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he plunged inside of me with his tongue in a way I couldn’t even have imagined. My hips rose from the bed trying to take more, and he grasped them to keep them steady.
