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“I want you so much,” I whispered. Because he needed to hear it. And I did. And if I had him like this and lost him, I might break.
But while I had him, it was only bliss. Rocking back and forth, moving slow, I worked one ridge at a time deeper until he was fully seated inside me, filling me up, stuffing me so full that it was like there was no Beau left. Not without Vorian.
And weirdly, I’d never felt more myself than I did riding him, content in the new understanding between us and his submission to every single rule I could come up with.
Maybe I needed just one more...
“Fuck me. Hard.”
CHAPTER24
VORIAN
As though they reacted only to his commands and not my own, my hips bucked up, shoving into Beau. Above me, he gasped and clenched his tight little hole around me, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut.
After a moment, he breathed, “yesss, just like that.”
So I took his narrow hips in my hands, and thrust again. He made a high whimper in the back of his throat, bouncing on my cock, letting me guide his body completely.
And why not? My entire focus was on his pleasure, and unlike anyone else I’d ever known, Beau trusted in that. He believed I didn’t intend him harm. He knew that I wasn’t the cold, emotionless monster everyone at court thought me, and he wanted me.
I moved to let go of his hip with one hand, reaching for his cock, but he slapped my hand away. “No. No, I can—just fuck me.”
So I did. I held his hips with bruising force, and fucked up into him, over and over, his small form light in my arms, easy to hold just where I wanted it.
The pitch and frequency of his whimpering increased, almost a steady string of noise coming from him, and he made tiny jerking motions with his hips as I pressed, like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to help keep the rhythm I’d started or pull away and make his own.
When he tensed over me, his cock bobbing as his whole body strained, I worried I’d injured him. But the moan that came out of his mouth was utterly indecent as he came, cock spurting all over my chest without even the friction of being pressed between our bodies.
The image alone almost sent me hurtling over the edge, and the way he tensed around me, squeezing my cock tight, finished the job. I bucked up once more when heat exploded through me, like the moment a new mark etched itself onto my flesh, and my grip tightened on his hips until I worried I was going to bruise his soft skin.
Invalidating my concerns entirely, Beau reached down and grabbed my hands, pressing them even harder into his hips as he dropped his head, panting, so he could meet my eye. “Perfect,” he breathed out. “Perfect.”
And he was.
Hours later, we lay on his bed together. It was a ridiculous thing, his bed at the palace. Bigger than any three full size Thorzi warriors needed to sleep, covered with silks and furs, and softer than sleeping on a cloud. I’d never witnessed such extravagance in my life... and maybe that was for the best.
If I’d known this was the kind of luxury my brother lived in every day, I might have thought even less of him than I had.
And yet, seeing Beau wrapped in silk and fur, stretched out on a bed too big for five of him, didn’t make me think less of him at all.
It made me think this was right where he belonged. In perfect luxury and softness, smiling hazily in my direction as he drifted in and out of sleep.
Napping. He was napping, in the middle of the afternoon, in my arms.
I’d never imagined such perfection was possible.
It felt like a dream, so when there was a knock on the door, I was dragged, kicking and screaming, back to reality. I was an interloper in the palace, and no one except—I hoped—Beau wanted me there. And perhaps Kenosi.
If Lucas had returned to my brother and informed him of my presence, it was entirely likely that palace guards were on the other side of that door, waiting to detain me for reaching above my station. For breaking into the palace and touching the beautiful human, dirtying him with my touch, the way my father ruined everything with his.
Beau pushed up onto his hands, looking at the door and frowning. “Who is it?”
“Maria,” came a soft voice from the other side, and Beau’s confusion transformed.
In an instant, he was smiling, pushing himself out of the bed. “Come in!” He rushed over to the shower room in the corner, continuing to talk. “Just give me a minute, I need to clean myself up. I don’t want to mess up all your hard work.”
Hard work? What—
