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To silence any more protests, my mouth lunged and snatched the crook of her neck. A stunned cry sprang from Briar’s tongue. Her luscious body arched, her tits swelling into my torso as the next words dripped from my tongue like liquid satin. “My thorn.” I plastered her to me and dined on her pulse point, sucking it between my teeth, only pulling away to utter, “My equal.”
Then I dove in again, licking and biting her neck whilst she held on for dear life. “My obsession.” I palmed her ass and sketched my canines along her collarbones until her joints shook. “My love.” Like a drunken man, I dragged my gaze to hers and swore, “My princess” before seizing her mouth.
My tongue flexed into her, lapping at her moans. Molten heat leaked from her pussy and soaked the head of my cock. I thickened instantly, the top broadening and the stem rising so high that my flesh strained between us.
With a growl, I peeled myself back and seethed against her lips. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she echoed, another moan curling from her when I nudged my hard crown between her folds, the motion coaxing more arousal from the slit. Over her whines, I purred, “Did you miss me, Sweet Thorn?”
“Seasons,” she sobbed. “Yes.”
“How much?” I commanded, prodding her walls inch by inch, the tip siphoning like a tease. “Show me how badly it hurt.”
Rain smashed an errant rhythm against the glass panes. Inside, the temperature rose as I continued to pry open her cunt with lazy beats of my cock. Briar cried out, strapping her naked body around mine and gently swiveling her waist on me.
I groaned. “How I’ve craved you,” I crooned before running my tongue up her throat. “Were it not for my son, I would have lost my mind.” My head bowed to her tits, and I flicked my tongue over one nipple. “Unable to eat, nor sleep, nor think.”
Briar keened, rolling her pussy over my cock and sinking a little deeper but not fully. We had already done that, fucked swift and hard. Next, I would draw this out until she was begging for it.
I sucked on that nipple, swatting my tongue over the peak. Briar’s walls contorted, and needy sounds dropped from her lungs. “Please.”
Aye. Good little princess.
Blood rushed to my sac, tightening my balls. My head lifted, and I hissed over her lips, “You soothed my nightmares and inflamed my dreams. Every time I gripped my cock, I heard the echo of your moan.” With a quick kiss, I hummed, “Oh, the corrupt things I plan to make you feel. All the ways I mean to punish you for leaving me.”
Briar writhed on my lap. With her hair a tangled mess, she sprawled her limbs around me like an offering.
I’m going to fuck you all night long.
Recalling what I’d said when we first blasted into the house, her mouth burned across my lips. “Then do it. Keep your promise.”
14
Briar
Poet’s eyes flashed. Those irises pierced the darkness like green blades, as if everything we’d done outside had scarcely counted, barely sated him. I knew this feeling, the elemental need for him.
A molten noise oozed from the jester’s throat, the sound pouring through me like caramel. He gripped my bare buttocks, yanked me into him, and snared my mouth with his. I sighed and twined my arms around his whipcord shoulders, bracing myself to take the brunt of his kiss. Poet’s tongue glided across the seam of my lips, coaxing me to part for him. The instant I opened myself, his tongue flexed in and lapped at every nerve-ending I possessed. I whimpered, savoring the familiar taste of wine and decadence.
Poet crushed me to him, my breasts flattening against the sculpted muscles of his torso. His sinful heartbeat slammed into mine. He gripped the back of my head, fastening me in place, all the harder for his tongue to claim me.
Our mouths folded, sealing together. Harsh respirations rushed from our lungs, blood surged to my pussy, and my thoughts fogged. Poet’s tongue dashed into me, licking and curling like a devious thing. I keened, my hips reeling on his lap, the blanket slipping from around our waists. My clit skidded against the solid width of his cock, the sensation inebriating.
Poet had always been a thorough kisser, deep and penetrating. Because he put his entire body into the kiss, I felt his mouth in every fiber of my being. The effect sent flurries across my scalp and turned my knees to jelly. Under the strength of his jaw, I dissolved.
The jester kissed as though it was the first and the last time. Passionate. Possessive. He molded his mouth to my own, the rhythmic tug drawing me into a fever dream.
My tongue quavered against his, catching each of his licks. Ambitious for more, I dove my fingers into the messy layers of his hair and pulled on the roots. I grasped harder than I had meant to, the force of it surprising me, yet I felt the smug grin slide across Poet’s mouth. He liked to feel this—the princess demanding her jester’s services.
And he obliged. His body lunged forward, smashing us together, and his lips gripped me. That mouth seized my tongue and sucked until I was chanting from the back of my throat.
Another thing I remembered so well. This man never took me delicately, as if I was breakable. Even when it was slow and languid, he slayed me with vigor and stamina. My jester fucked and kissed as if I were indestructible—able to take it all, to endure anything. In each touch and caress and climax, we were of equal power, as durable as any fortress. That was how it felt to join with him.
So when Poet’s mouth softened, and his tongue swatted at a more gradual pace, my heart leaped. Tears brimmed my eyelids. This foolish world had tried to sever our bond, but it hadn’t succeeded. How utterly it had failed.
A sob escaped me, the muffled noise spilling into the room. Triggered by the sound, Poet hummed tenderly. He banded his arms around my middle and twisted, veering me into the bed. The ceiling flipped, and my back hit the mattress, the blankets falling to the ground.
My thighs split around the width of his hips, with my legs hitched on either side of his taut, naked backside. Bracketing his upper frame, Poet hovered over my body. Black smudges of kohl lined his eyes, which glittered as he looked down at me.
