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Was it a surprising name? Ill-fitting or underwhelming? I’d once thought so, but coming from her lips now, it took on a different weight. The word ignited from Briar’s mouth like the first spark of a flame, like a candle wick bursting to life. A source of heat in this dark world.
A guttural noise ruptured from my lungs and teemed across Briar’s mouth. Her breathy exhalations—faint whimpers that illustrated how thoroughly I’d worked her—stirred my cock to life. Blood rushed to the head seconds after reaching its zenith. Her naked body pressed against mine, her breasts quivered, and the warm clamp of her pussy wetted me to the base.
Another perk of our rather enthusiastic reunion was this: Those soft folds hadn’t stopped fluttering. Wicked fucking hell, she was still coming.
And Seasons have mercy, I could stay inside this woman for hours. Possibly for several weeks.
She slumped against me, melting into my arms. I relished the whiffs of tart apples and crisp parchment mixed with the fragrances of sweat and sex. She had come so fiercely around my cock that my senses could practically taste her climax.
Soon, I would do that as well, drape my tongue along her slot and snatch that darling little clit between my lips. Indeed, I would do that and more. For there was much lost time to make up for.
Briar’s pulse thumped at a rampant pace, and she panted against my mouth. I palmed her ass and scooped her closer, the motion splitting her legs farther around my waist and lodging my cock deeper. The princess gasped, arousal glossing her pupils.
That, and elation. Her irises sparkled like firecrackers. She was happy to see me.
My heart slammed into my chest like a battering ram. Whilst the rain did its worst, pelting the area and soaking the platform, I feasted my eyes on Briar. My fingers sliced through her hair, which framed her face in dark red strands. Her flushed skin made the freckles stand out across her nose. Fuck, I wanted to lick each one.
But even more, I wanted to have a clear view of every detail. Enough with this waterlogged nonsense. I’d seen her in moonlight, against the sheen of a storm. Now I would see her bathed in firelight.
I must look voracious, because her respirations quickened, and that brilliant pulse of hers doubled. We watched each other, our gazes fastening as I slowly withdrew my cock, deliberately prolonging the motion so that she felt every inch.
At the same time, she flexed her cunt and elevated her hips to release me. Her eyelids fanned, and mine grew equally heavy. Fucking her in the rain had been divine, but it had done nothing to satiate us.
In haste, Briar wiggled off my lap and scrambled to her feet. I launched off the bench and reached out to grab her, but she caught my greedy fingers first. Tugging me forward, she uttered, “This way.”
Sheets of rain poured over the bridge’s canopy. She guided us as we blasted through the wall of water and rushed down the bridge. At one cursed point, she paused and called out over the tumult, “Wait.” Then she moved to bend over and collect our discarded garments with her free hand.
At this point, my body was buzzing. After three months of dormancy, I wasn’t to be trifled with. Like hell would I allow her to bow that ass in my view without her feeling the consequences.
“Leave them,” I growled, pulling Briar upright and hauling her along the bridge.
Of course, a prudent protest called out from behind me. “The clothes—”
“Fuck the clothes.”
Briar’s laugh filtered through the torrent as I stalked with her through the crossways. However, my feet eventually hesitated, and my eyes tore across the endless network of treehouses, stairs, decks, bridges, balconies, suspensions, and lookout points. The landscape was a marvel, except for one problem. I had no idea where the fuck I was taking us.
Amused, Briar took charge and darted ahead of me, her fingers clinging to mine. “It’s not far.”
Every few steps, I grunted and spun her to face me. My arms plastered Briar to my frame, and my insatiable mouth swooped down to seize hers. Because the cruel woman parted for my tongue, it took a considerable while to reach her cabin.
I thwacked my palm against the treehouse door. It flew open, rain beating against the floor mat as I swung Briar inside and slammed the partition shut. Insulated in the dark living room, our audible pants filled the interior. I rushed Briar up against the door and pinned her there, our wet bodies slapping together.
An enthusiastic light brimmed in her eyes as I bracketed one arm beside her head and caged her in. She gasped when my other hand spanned her ass, my hips and thick cock wedged her thighs apart, and my torso shoved her into the facade.
My lips crushed hers, engulfing Briar’s sigh of delight. I hummed into her mouth, my tongue pitching against her own. Whilst my cock swelled and abraded her sweet cunt, I lapped and caressed each nerve ending, sweeping her into a soul-deep kiss. But when I felt another influx of heat surging from the slit of the princess’s legs, I groaned and pried my mouth and tongue from her.
Briar whined and grappled for me, her hands straining for purchase. Nonetheless, my gruff voice stalled her movements. My attention dropped like hot coals to her mouth, and my dick felt the sizzling effect of her gaze.
On a harsh gust of air, I murmured, “I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
Briar shivered. Yet instead of basking in that promise, a sudden thought crinkled her eyebrows. Shit. I knew that expression, made a prediction even before she lifted a finger and sketched my jawline. “But first …”
Dammit all to hell. My aching cock suffered like no cock ever had, especially with the delicate flanks of her pussy pressed against me. But my thorn needed me in a different way now, and my instincts responded. On a tormented growl, I bowed my head in defeat, my muscles vibrating with desire.
I took a moment to calm the bloody fuck down, then lifted my head. Our gazes magnetized, fusing until our breaths evened out. Once certain I wouldn’t bite, lick, devour, or so much as nibble, I pulled back and scooped Briar off the floor.
Linking my arms beneath the princess’s thighs, I hefted her against me and brushed my nose against hers. With the living room, dining area, and kitchen downstairs, it stood to reason, I’d find the bedroom and bathroom on the second level. I crossed the small dwelling, taking a quick moment to process the plaid-upholstered reading chairs nestled amid bookshelves, along with the tiny herb pots growing on a windowsill.
