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Need climbed up my fingers. Temptation curled my knuckles until my hands fisted her skirt. Hellfire, my teeth ached, eager to bite, to sink my teeth into this Royal.

The promise of anarchy seized me by the lungs. Then her tits dragged across my chest, those pert nipples toughened into pellets through the bodice, and I nearly blacked out. Desire vaulted from my sac to the roof of my erection, the taunts hardening me to the point of anguish.

I seethed into her mouth. “You’re playing a treacherous game, Princess.”

The response trembled out of Briar like a small flame, one that could detonate into an inferno at any moment. “Then play it with me,” she dared.

Wicked. Hell.

We paused. Then we launched at one another.

The tension shattered like glass. I released the skirt, palmed her ass, and hoisted Briar against me. On a shocked gasp, she flung herself at my chest and drove her fingers into my hair.

We yanked each other close. And our mouths collided.

My lips snatched hers, catching and consuming her breath. With a deft tilt of my head, I sealed our mouths and rolled us into a decadent pace. I grasped at Briar’s lips, undulating with them, swiping against them.

My tongue slid across her ridge, begging for entrance. A whimper snuck from her throat, more potent than a drug. If I’d ever doubted such a scant noise could render me useless, she converted me into a believer and swiftly turned me into a glutton.

I fastened my mouth with hers, then promptly splayed her apart and flexed my tongue between the seam of her lips. The moment I did, another stunned noise rippled from Briar.

That’s it, Princess.

Give me that sound. Give me your taste.

I stroked into her, lapping into the hot depths of her mouth. Briar keened, moaning into the kiss, the noise fracturing across my tongue. She sank into me and took it, took me into her. Devil almighty, her wet tongue tasted of ripe apples, equally candied and tart—so erotically sweet.

My muscles shuddered. My cock rose higher, grew broader.

I burrowed my lips into Briar’s, driving our mouths together. My tongue swabbed into the depths of her. Then she hooked her own tongue onto mine, tentatively, experimentally.

The kiss erupted.

I groaned, hefted her ass with my palms, and crushed my lips against hers. Curtains of red hair flanked me as our mouths rushed at one another, the tempo of our tongues hectic.

Briar followed my lead. She rocked her lips with mine, yielding under their weight, clutching them until I couldn’t tell where either of us ended or began.

Nor did I want to know. Nay, I wanted us like this. I wanted our bodies entangled, our mouths enfolded, our minds emptied.

Briar’s skirt flared around my waist, exposing the scorching heat between her thighs. The linen material under her dress scraped against my pants. Her pert little cunt rubbed over my cock, the damp warmth doing epic damage to my sanity.

Seasons, she was so wet. Her arousal seeped through the fabric.

Briar whined, the sound torn at the edges. Based on the frayed noise, the humid temperature of her slit, and the way she dissolved above me, she had grown beautifully, indecently slick. My head fogged with visions of her soaked beneath the dress, the tight bud of her clit swelling, and the lovely cleft of her body flushing, opening.

My cock thrummed. I hoped to hell this cruel woman felt it.

But just in case, I whisked my hips into hers. The sinuous movement splayed her wider, so that I lurched the hard column of my cock into the vent of her legs and ground against that cinched place inside her.

A stunned noise cracked from Briar’s throat. Shivers tracked down her body, but she didn’t retreat, didn’t shy away.

Nay, not this female. Rather, she leaned into it whilst her tongue rode mine.

Her hands knifed through my hair as my own fingers destroyed her locks. A vine of lust wound up my spine, a dozen thorns pricking me. And that was before she responded in kind by jutting her hips against me, reflexively swiping her covered pussy over my erection.

Fuck me. I was done for.

With a grunt, I vaulted upright off the grass and brought her with me, her body astride mine. I went after her taste like a demon. My lips pried hers apart as I slanted my head, pushing this further, my tongue striking into her. With every flex, I prodded at Briar’s gasps, pumped my tongue against them.

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