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“You,” I gasp as my eyes flutter open, desperate for release.
“I can’t hear you.”
“You!” I cry. My hips writhe on the table, desperate to fuck myself on his fingers if I have to. “I belong to you.”
“Will you run from me again?”
“Never. Never again.”
“Good.” He works his fingers faster inside me. Rubbing, spreading…claiming.“Because if you do—if you ever so much as think about leaving—I will drag you back into my bed and fuck you until you can’t feel your limbs. I will fuck you and fill you so fucking deep inside every single hole of your body until my name is branded into your soul.”
That alone is enough to make me gush on his fingers. But I manage to hold back, just long enough to meet his intensely dark gaze.
“Do you promise?”
The darkness in him softens with desire. He pulls his fingers from me and lifts them to his lips. I watch while he sucks me off his fingers. “Like fucking honey,” he moans.
“Ilarion,” I whisper.
“Yes, my queen?”
We’ll talk about that implication later. Right now, I want—need—him to do something about that aching itch only he can scratch.
“Please, for the love of God…fuck me.”
He pushes my legs open and moves between them. I couldn’t close them if I wanted to; I know his fingers will leave faint bruises in the morning.Good. I want him to mark me, to brand me, to punish me for ever being so stupid as to run away from him. From this.
His cock rubs along my slit for a second before he shoves into me. There’s no warning, but all I feel is a back-bending surge of pleasure dripping with relief. He doesn’t stop until every inch of him is buried to the hilt.
He holds me there. Grinds into me as deep as he can go. My toes curl and I’m already crying out with wordless, sobbing gratitude.
Then he starts moving.
Hard.
Deep.
I hear the groan of the desk; I feel things fall off its surface. But Ilarion doesn’t stop and I can’t be bothered to care. I just watch his muscles flex as he fucks the fear and guilt right out of me.
Ilarion grabs the hair at the nape of my neck and forces me to look him in the eyes. He kisses me hungrily and his hips slow into deeper, more solid thrusts that make me feel him all the way up to my throat.
I know what he’s going to do.
My whole body begs him to do it.
“Look at me,” he snarls. “Look at me,tigrionok.”
I bite my trembling lip as I do exactly that. He tugs my lip free with his thumb.
“You. Are.Mine.” Each word is punctuated with a hard thrust. My lashes flutter; my eyes keep wanting to roll back in my head. But he won’t accept that as an answer. He tightens his grip in my hair. “Say it back to me.”
“Yes…” The moment the word touches my tongue, I feel that heated tension inside me snap. I’m falling, I’m shattering…I’m flying. “Yes…yes…yes!” It’s all I can say. It’s all my mind can conjure as I gush and spasm and buck on his cock.
He kisses me hard again, holding me to him so close it feels like every inch of me is wrapped around every inch of him. He breathes me in, tastes me, drinks me…and then he floods me with his own release.
I have no choice but to swallow his grunting moans, no choice but to feel the searing heat spread through my belly.
I want every fertile drop. I want every gasping breath.
