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“No.”
“Rick—”
“Not now. I’m so close and your mouth is top-tier fantasy. I want you to come first.”
She blinked when she was flipped, then frowned when her legs were nudged apart. She opened her mouth to protest and melted into a puddle of blankness when a head moved in, then a tongue, licking her from end to end before diving in. Then there was more licking, lapping, and even a few fingers thrusting before he sucked. Her feet pressed against his back when he encouraged them to rest there, opening her further until he was feasting on her with his mouth, tongue, and fingers. She writhed from the pleasure, then stilled when his hand pressed against her stomach to lock her in place. His fingers curled and his lips latched on to her clit, sucking even harder—
The orgasm took her apart, rocking her world with stars and a spasm of pleasure after pleasure. When she came down from her high, their positions were different again and Rick was kissing her, smug and pleased with himself. But the tension hadn’t left his body and the crazed heat in his gaze had intensified.
“Unfair,” she said weakly. “You made me come again.”
“You liked it.”
Emerald couldn’t stand that sexy smirk, so she kissed it away and rocked against him when he wouldn’t let her up. Astonishment flourished when she felt the stirrings of arousal again, building and building until she was back on the verge. Their kisses turned hungrier, wilder. His body became so hard that she wanted to sink into it and never let go, but there was one thing she wanted more.
“Now, Rick. Please.”
“Em—”
“Now. Now. Now—”
He plunged, a steady push that buried him to the hilt before either of them could react. The hot, pulsing sensation of his shaft inside her made her feel electric before he was already moving his hips and fucking her hard. The no-holds-barred approach stupefied her until she realized that this was a culmination of the days of longing, of holding back, of him fighting his feelings and attraction for her. So, she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself up more to welcome him.
“Yes,” she repeated, a word that she knew would drive him further to the edge.
It worked, the growl releasing from his throat. Her victory morphed into an almost painful pleasure when he kissed her again, the demand taking over—as if he was claiming her, perhaps mating with her. When he lifted her and locked her fingers around the headboard railing, his hands locking with hers, she braced her body, prepared for an even more impactful climax.
Even then, Emerald wasn’t prepared for his next thrust, his next grind. She wasn’t prepared for the wild, desperate movement of his hips that told her Rick had lost it, the last shred of his self-control obliterated. The aftermath was her becoming the main target of working his frustration off, and the awareness of Rick using her body to get himself off was so hot that she was coming before she knew it. She cried out in pleasure, and Rick continued drilling with a singular focus as he grabbed her ass and lifted it to plunge himself deeper. His head burrowed against her neck as his pounding turned sloppier, as he spiraled into a blind chase of what she had already gone through twice—no, thrice.
She clamped her muscles hard, tightening around his shaft. She smiled when he groaned, then moaned brokenly when his fingers found her clit again and flicked with the same singular focus. His lips clamped on her earlobe, then let out a harsh, trembling order.
“You can scream, you know. No one will hear you here. I want to hear your first scream—”
Emerald tossed her head back and screamed as the next pleasure hit her like a thunderstorm. Rick groaned again in satisfaction, thrust a few more times, and emptied himself inside her while he found her mouth for a last, sealing kiss.
The next few days, there was no more avoidance—and Rick was insatiable, finding her whenever he could and dragging her somewhere more private when no one was looking. Well-rested became well-fucked as her bedroom became their most frequented spot, and even Bronco knew to make himself scarce whenever Rick got that look in his eye. After a week, she needed newly-sewn clothes with higher necklines and longer sleeves.
“I have hickeys everywhere,” she complained, swatting his wandering hands away. They weren’t in the bedroom today but in an alcove, where he had taken her for a short break from his sparring. “I can’t have hickeys everywhere, Rick.”
While his hands behaved at her swatting, his mouth still moved to rain kisses down her neck. She sighed and arched it involuntarily, even while her hands half-heartedly tried to push him away. He chuckled.
“That’s Prince Rick to you.”
“I can’t have hickeys everywhere, my prince. I can’t—Rick!”
She tried to sound stern. But the way his kisses felt against her skin and the way his hands just seemed to know where to touch chipped away at her resolve until there was none left. Now she whimpered, even while her tongue tapped his.
“You taste so good,” he murmured.
“I can’t ask Elina to make me another dress—”
“She would love to make you another dress. But let’s not talk about her while I do this.”
The whimper morphed into a moan when his fingers glided under her dress, then turned into soundless cries when he did what he was very good at. Pleasure climbed higher and higher until it was too much, and her body quaked when the leap toward her climax came. She closed her eyes as it consumed her but had the presence of mind to grab his arm before he could step out of the alcove.
This was risky, especially in a world that wasn’t hers, but being around Rick made her feel safe. So, Emerald knelt before she could ponder over the cons, her hand already wrapped around his shaft. Magenta eyes widened, his hands tangling in her hair as if to tug her up.
“You don’t have to,” he said gruffly, thunderous darkness in his expression that spoke of his overwhelming desire.
