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I unbuckled his belt and hooked my fingers in the waist,freeing his cock just enough to see the tip. With one hand, I lifted my skirt higher, and still with his fingers inside me, I glided my slit against the head of his length.
Erik choked on his own breath, then lifted his gaze, a fierce gleam in his eyes. He pulled back his hand and used it to hold onto his trousers as he dragged us deeper into the cave.
Sconces were nailed to the rock, leaving a haunting golden skein over our half-dressed bodies. Pools of warm, crystal water licked at our ankles. Misty air dampened our brows, and in moments we both looked as though we’d already spent many clock tolls wrapped in each other.
Back to the rocks, Erik unlaced my gown, letting it glide off my body in a heap around my ankles.
My head fell into the gentle trickle of water on the stones, and Erik licked droplets of water off my bared throat, down the ridges of my collar, between the cleft of my breasts. He pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and for the other, he took it between his teeth.
I panted, holding the back of his head, yearning for him to swallow the whole of me. With a wicked sort of smirk, the Ever King rolled the peak of my breast between his front teeth, adjusting his mouth until the sharp point of his elongated tooth sliced at the tip.
I cried out from the shock of vibrant pain, the bleed of heated pleasure that followed.
Erik flattened his tongue, lapping away the bead of blood off my skin, then kissed and sucked, soothing the ache. With a look, eyes no longer ember red but black as coals, Erik traded attention, biting and kissing and sucking the other breast, while palming the already ravished one in his rough palm.
“I need my name echoed in every cavern in this cave. I need to be inside you soon.”
“Don’t wait, Erik.”
He kissed me again. It was more than a kiss—it was stunning, attentive dominance. Without pulling back, he kicked off histrousers, then slammed my wrists over my head, pressing his naked hips against my aching core.
His mouth slid over my throat, the curve of my neck. Thoughts turned to sensation. I closed my eyes and gave in, allowing my body to move, to rock, to grind against my serpent until the prickle of heat pooled in my lower belly.
Erik’s lips parted, and his breaths were harsh, ragged. “So perfect, Songbird.”
“I need you,” I pleaded, mind lost in a haze.
A low rumble built from Erik’s throat, deeper than a snarl, more a dark growl. I’d anticipated he’d hike my leg around his waist again, perhaps lie me down on the stones, maybe using my gown as the only buffer between rock and flesh.
Instead, Erik spun me around, my cheek, my breasts, flattened against the rocks.
“Gods.” He dragged his mouth and nose down my spine, breathing me in. “Look at you. Hips back, love,” he crooned, guiding my lower half into the angle he wanted. “Keep your hands on the wall. Don’t move them, Songbird. Not once.”
All gods, his voice—rough as dry sand—heated my blood from crown to toe. A collision of cool from the rocky wall and warmth from the air, and my serpent’s body sent my head spinning, my toes curling.
With his knee, Erik spread my legs. I moaned when the tip of his length slid to my center. On first instinct, I wanted to bow back; I wanted to grapple for his waist or hold the back of his head. I closed my eyes and braced my palms against the wall as he’d demanded until the tips went white from the pressure.
Erik chuckled, dark honey from his throat, smooth and thick. “Good, Songbird. That’s it.”
One of his hands covered one of mine on the wall. He interlocked our fingers, while guiding my body to tilt and sit back against him. I gasped when it felt as though his length might bulge through the skin of my stomach he’d gone so deep.
For a torturous breath, Erik held us there, unmoving, locked as one. Then, he pulled his hips back until his cock nearly slid out and drove back inside. I dug my fingernails into the rock wall, sobbing at the shock of the invasion. The way he stretched me, whole and perfect, clawed through me like an insatiable desire.
Erik pounded into me again. He kissed the top of my spine. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. Not one piece of me wanted to, afraid it would shatter the delirium of my king’s body commanding me, claiming me, loving me with every rough thrust.
Erik’s hand abandoned my hip, sliding up my ribs, and curled around the underside of one breast. He tugged on my nipple in tandem with every thrust. I panted his name.
“Echoes . . . Songbird,” he gritted out. “I want . . . my name to fill . . . this damn . . . cavern.”
He pinched and rolled the peak between his thumb and finger. His hips slapped against mine. I widened my legs, wanting him deeper.
“Erik!” I cried his name, over and again. A prickle of pleasure tightened in my lower belly, dripping down to my core.
Erik’s thrusts grew more frantic. “Together. Come with me.”
As if his words unraveled a hidden part of me that could do nothing but comply, an overwhelming wave rolled from my belly to my head, and I shattered with his name echoing in tandem with mine from his mouth.
Erik fell over the ledge after me in a frenzy. He rolled his hips, grinding into my backside, drawing out our shared euphoria as his hot release spilled into me. I shuddered, grinning when the excess spilled down my thighs.
