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Slipping into her is sweeter than wine. Every tension loosens, every bond breaks away, and blood moves more freely through my veins. At the same time, my pulse races too hard for me to keep up. It’s like I’m teetering on the edge of death. My chest grows too tight, but nothing is more important than this ecstasy, not even breathing. Digging my nails into her ass, I slam her against me, tilting my head up at the ceiling and swearing as I remind myself not to burst first.
Blast. I pull myself out of her, hissing as the skin of my penis becomes too tender for contact. “Mmmm,” I groan, kissing the centre of her back and licking the welts on her ass. “You feel amazing,” I pant, allowing the tremors in my cock to slow.
“Adam,” she moans, reaching behind her for my hand and pulling me forward to cup her breasts. I squeeze them, teasing her spine with my tongue. On second thought, to hell with this dress. Ripping it off, I move my hand across her belly, down to the nub of flesh.
She shudders. “Adam. It’s so sensitive.” She pants. As I rub it gently, she folds in on herself and almost scoots away from my touch. It makes me crazy as I grab my length and push into her again. “Oh, Adam,” she moans, tightening around me.
I press harder on the tender nub, thrusting in and out of her snug hole. “Sweet cunt,” she shouts, giddying up on my cock, and I shiver, gripping her ass and matching her pace. My thighs slap against her ass, and our sex sweetens the room. My abdomen quivers, and stars appear before me as I drag her upward, tight against my body. One of my arms is wrapped around her waist; the other squeezes and tugs her nipples. Her soft whimpers pull me closer to the edge. Shutting my eyes, I bite down on her shoulder, panting.
“Adam, yes. Oh, mercy. Yes!” she screams, and I lose it. Together, we vibrate against each other. My seed ejects from me like a bullet into her body. She shudders, and I hold her close because if she moves a little bit against my cock right now, I’ll pass away. Plain and simple.
“Olivia,” I grunt. “Olivia,” I murmur against her sweaty hair. “I-I…” I don’t know what I’m trying to say. All I know is I feel full of something that wants to tumble from my lips, but I don’t know what it is.
Blimey. What the hell am I going to do in the next few days?
Chapter Thirty-One
Olivia
Lastnight,hemademe promise I wouldn’t run if he were to allow me freedom of the castle and the grounds. I’d responded with a rain of kisses over his face and his body, rewarding him by sucking his cock. After he enjoyed himself, however, he let me know his generosity was based on my short life expectancy.
Suffice to say that I’m not in the mood to entertain him today or ever again. He and his ‘generosity’ has allowed me conditional freedom for, potentially, my final days: freedom to roam with limits and freedom to choose if or when I’ll allow him access to my body. Three days of limited liberation, what a gift.
Still, as measly of a gift it is, I long for the fresh air. Despite how much I’ve wanted to refuse his ‘gift,’ my reality is that I only have a few days left, and I don’t want to waste it punishing myself. He’s done enough of that for me. Removing my slippers, I wander out into the freshly cut grass, sighing and wiggling my toes. A teardrop hits my foot, and I sniffle, swiping at my damp cheek. I can’t cry. If I do, I’ll fall apart.
Clearing my throat, I raise my head at the sun peeking through grey clouds. I hope my father managed to raise the money. I don’t want to die. There’s a weight on my chest, and I struggle to take a breath. Although, if he’d raised the money, surely, he wouldn’t wait until the thirtieth day to come back for me. His absence must mean that something has gone wrong. I hope he hasn’t gotten himself killed. My throat closes in, and I swallow a gulp of air.
I hope he’s safe. And if he doesn’t have the money, I hope he doesn’t come back for me. He should run and save himself. I’ll accept my bitter fate. Here comes the tears again, filling my trembling cheeks. Sighing, I slap the back of my hand against my face to pull the tears away. Shaking myself, I grunt, choking the tears back down and stomping through the grass. I’ll focus on the morning birds, the scent of dew, and even the humidity. The estate is grand, grander than any I’ve seen.
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but I’ve left the house far behind me. The stables and the farm catch my eye. As I wander over to the pig grunting in the mud and eating from its trough, I hear Adam’s voice coming from the stables. He sounds upset, and it excites me to see the cause of his frustration. Putting on my matching blue slippers, I take my time wandering up to the stables while looking up at the sky, the forest beyond and anywhere else, as the guards take note of me.
Humming, I fake a smile and nod at them, remarking how much I love horses and would love to spend some time with them. They can’t stop me because I've only been instructed to avoid entering one place. Though that place strikes my fancy, I haven’t come across it yet. Still, this temporary freedom isn’t the easiest adjustment.
The wooden doors of the stables have slits in them, which allow me to see without bringing attention to myself. The guard next to the door looks down at me with creased brows and pursed lips as I press my eyeball against it, scrunching my other eye. His eyes burn into my skin, and it’s hard to shake, so I turn around and look at him. “What?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer; he simply scowls at me and continues to stare. I roll my eyes at him and turn back to the door. Adam walks away from the horse, sweat rolling down the side of his face, and he mutters to himself with his hands on his hips. I smile as the brown mare before him kicks back her hooves.Yes, go on. He deserves a good slap.
When I grin, the guard beside me clears his throat. Ignoring him, I keep my eyes fixed on the door. Adam takes a few breaths before grabbing a handful of hay, stepping out from the side of the horse, and moving to stand a few feet in front of her face. He waves the hay at her.
“Look, I come in peace,” he says. “What do you say? Can we be friends?” he asks.
Right. Bribery. Well, I suppose that’s a step up from threats.I scoff, and the guard next to me shifts on his heels. I turn to look at him, ready for him to see me roll my eyes in his direction, but there’s a slight smirk teasing at his lips. I twist my lips in consideration. Okay, I’ll leave the inquisitive guard alone.
Adam steps a little closer to the mare’s mouth, and I hold my breath. As he extends the hay, I think to myself,that’s not a good idea.And it’s not, because as soon as he does that, she tries to bite his hand off. Oh, as entertaining as this is, it’s painful to watch. Honestly, I’m stressed out for her.
Swinging open the door, I hurry over to them. He looks at me, straightens his shoulders, and clears his throat.
“You’re making her nervous. Notice how her ears are pulled back against her neck.”
“Yes, well, she’s new. Got her this morning. She isn’t accustomed to me, yet.”
I nod, approaching the horse from the side and stroking her. “You’re just nervous, aren’t you, sweetheart? Is this beast of a man scaring you? I know, he scares me too,” I whisper.
“How are you touching her? I haven’t been able to get near her.”
“It’s a female energy type of thing. Or she can sense how bloody your hands are.” I raise my neck at him before turning to look at the mare who has stopped flashing her teeth. “I wouldn’t want bloody hands touching me, either. So, I understand you, girlie,” I whisper.
He scoffs. “Last night, you didn’t have a problem with my hands,” he mutters.
