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I pulled off my shirt then dug my fingers into her hair, excited to feel her mouth sheathe my dick to the base. She fucked good, so I’d suspected she sucked good too.
She kissed my head the way she kissed my mouth before she swiped her tongue to taste me. Her eyes lifted to mine as she opened her mouth wide and took me, pushed my length as far as she could take it. Then her fingers cupped my balls and massaged them as she sucked my dick like it was a great honor.
My hand fisted her hair, and I watched her, thrusting my hips slightly to push my dick into her mouth, to push it farther than she wanted to take it. It didn’t take long for her lips to turn plump with irritation from all the sucking and friction.
I could feel the burn inside her chest, between her legs. The heat rivaled the warmth of her mouth. She was the one on her bare knees on the hardwood floor, but she enjoyed it as much as I did. “You like that big dick in your mouth, baby?” I gripped her neck and thrust harder, forcing my way in and giving her little time to breathe.
Tears pooled in her eyes, and her flames burned hotter.
I could hold my load until the most opportune time, but her enthusiasm tested my willpower. I was the one who had to stop it, because if I didn’t, the fun would end too soon. We moved to the couch, all our clothes on the floor, and before I could push her down onto the cushions, she pushed me into the back of the couch.
Her little body climbed on top of mine, straddling my hips, her hands pressing against my hard chest as she got into position. “You’re so fucking hot…” Her eyes looked down over my body, all the hardness and the grooves between the muscles.
I grabbed my base and directed myself to her lower lips, finding the slit like my dick had its own sight.
She lowered herself, sheathing my dick as far as she could before the wince kicked in. Her nails clawed at my shoulders before she moved up and down, rocking her hips at the same time, taking my dick over and over with a flutter in her chest.
I closed my eyes briefly, because it just felt that good. She wasn’t just wet and tight, but her warmth and stickiness were mind-blowing. I’d fucked a lot of pussy, but hers was something special.
Her pleasure was like repeated tidal waves, one after another, her desire so hot it scorched me. She got off on my size, but she also got off on how good she made me feel. She couldn’t feel my thoughts the way I could feel hers, but she could feel just how hard she made me. She could see it written all over my face.
My hands gripped her sexy hips, and I lifted her up and down with my strength, relieving her exertion so she could keep going without stopping. Her tits were in my face, her nipples hard, her brown hair cascading around her shoulders.
I wanted to come right then and there.
I finally felt the distant burn between her legs, the sensation that was unique to each woman because they all came differently. Some felt it in their extremities first. Some felt it deep in their core. The durations were different too. Harlow’s were gradual in the beginning and intense at the end. It was a slow burn, traveling from her core to the area between her legs, flames that rose as high as buildings. It came closer and closer, making her eyes flutter and her lips part.
Feeling an orgasm that wasn’t my own made it so hard not to come. That was why I couldn’t last long after she was finished, because making and feeling a woman come was the sexiest thing ever.
My thumb moved to her clit and rubbed it gently, wanting to give her that extra push into oblivion. The second she felt my touch, her hips bucked and then the rest of her reactions fell into place. A fire that burned hotter than the sun unleashed, and the cataclysm of pleasure radiated throughout her whole body. Her blue eyes glistened with tears before the drops slipped down her cheeks. The moans she made sounded like roars. She rode a high that was higher than the clouds, a pleasure so intense that it broke my resolve.
I came with a grunt, filling that pussy with my sterile seed, writhing in her pleasure as well as my own. We came in unison, our hips moving together, our hands gripping each other for balance.
It felt better than the last time, but I had that thought every time I fucked her. Every woman had different emotions, but Harlow’s were different. They were constantly at the surface, just below her skin, like she could snap in rage or exult in joy in a split second.
I rolled her to her back against the couch and positioned myself at the deepest angle I could get, spreading her legs and hooking one over my shoulder. She’d sucked me good and then fucked me good.
Now it was time I returned the favor.
* * *
She crashed on the couch afterward and pulled a blanket over her naked body to stay warm. I set the glass of water directly in front of her, so it would be the first thing she saw when she woke up. With her father outside the kingdom, the timing couldn’t be better. I could transfer her while she was half asleep and slip out of Delacroix without anyone noticing. Her family wouldn’t know she was missing until late morning, and without her father there to lead the search, the queen wouldn’t know what to do.
I left my bag against the wall by the door, along with my sword. I was dressed in my armor, ready to go the second she took that drink to take advantage of every second of its duration.
A very small part of me felt like shit for what I was about to do, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. Harlow shouldn’t drop her guard in front of strangers, shouldn’t sleep with a man without even knowing his name. She might be skilled with the blade, but she lacked the awareness of someone of her birth.
I stood at the counter and looked over the maps Rancor had given to me. Once King Rolfe had come into power, he’d removed the barrier between the top and bottom of the cliffs. Instead of a secret passage carved out of rock, a path was now built into the side of the cliff face. It was wide enough for horses and wagons, for shipments between Delacroix and HeartHolme. It was the path I’d taken here, and I would have to take it on the return route in the middle of the night to avoid others on the road. Once I was at the bottom, I would have to get her across the snow to their domain—and avoid yetis along the way. She would be combative, so drugging her would be my only option for cooperation, but if I drugged her too much, I could kill her—and then she would be useless.
A sensation pressed against me…a sense of alarm. My chin lifted to see Harlow across the room near the door, fully dressed like she wanted to slip out without a word. She did it silently, like she hoped I was upstairs and would escape without my notice.
My eyes glanced at the water I’d left on the coffee table—and it remained untouched.
My alarm deepened as she regarded the sword, and then a jolt of terror erupted through her.
I abandoned the map and came around the counter, doing my best to be quiet and try to sneak up on her.
But she turned when my boot made the floorboard creak. Those confident eyes were still with hostility. She quickly took in my appearance, seeing the traveling clothes and the armor that no other kingdom bore.
