Chapter 12
Mirilla hesitated just before stepping out of the service hallway and into the royal corridor of the East wing. She reconsidered her actions for the dozenth time since leaving her quarters, and she still wasn’t sure she should be doing what she was doing. All she knew was that she couldn’t resist the temptation. She knew the Sirena was in labor in the medial suite. She also knew that Au'revele was with her, as was Sire Zha Quin. Which meant that she could slip into Au’revele’s quarters and through the nursery to Bart’s room without being seen. She wouldn’t have to request entry and have it become a formal matter of record that she’d been admitted to the royal residence in the middle of the night. But sleep wasn’t happening. When she closed her eyes all she saw was Bart. When she turned her face into her pillow, the scent that she craved wasn’t there — Bart’s. So, after hours of trying to sleep, she’d given up and was wandering aimlessly around the palace, getting ready for the day hours earlier than necessary. Which was how she learned that Vivian was in the medical suite with the family, and Bart wasn’t there with them. And neither was Samuel. But no doubt there were still guards outside the door. Which meant she could still be found out. Regardless of the chance she might be seen, she just had to see him.
She stepped into the royal corridor, taking care to keep her footsteps as quiet and soundless as possible. Moving past the first two doors she stayed close to the wall until she finally reached Au'revele’s quarters, then very quickly unlocked the door using her pass key, and slipped inside. She went quickly through the room to the adjoining door leading to the nursery, then through the nursery, finally stepping into the downstairs rooms of the royal residence. Her heart fluttered, her pulse pounded, and she wasn’t even sure her feet were touching the floor as she rushed to the most important door of all. Bart’s. She tapped lightly on his bedroom and waited.
Bart was lying fully awake in his bed. He’d been assured that Vivian didn’t want any more people than necessary, and in fact was overly nervous with all those already in attendance, so he made the call to wait until morning to meet the child. So, now he was right where he’d been prior to the news that Vivian was in labor — lying in his bed thinking of Mirilla. Wondering how he’d break the news to Vivian and Quin that he really needed his own private rooms while in the palace without making it seem suspect.
And though he was awake, the tapping caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. He knew that only he and his father were in the royal residence at the moment, with security outside. Getting up, he hurried to the door, opening it curiously.
He stepped back wearing a pleasant smile. “Well, this is a surprise.”
“A welcome one, I hope,” Mirilla said.
“Without a doubt.”
“Vivian is in labor,” she said.
“Au'revele told me. We’re waiting to visit until she calls for us,” Bart said.
“May I come in?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder like she thought someone might see her.
“Please,” Bart said, gesturing for her to enter. He closed the door and turned to face her, but instead of finding her there waiting for his attention to return to her, Mirilla threw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately as she pressed her body against his.
Bart did not hesitate. He was not one to question good fortune whenever it happened to show itself. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he kissed her back, curling his fingers in her hair and yanking her head back to bite erotically at her throat.
Mirilla moaned and gave him access to her throat.
“Mirilla?” he asked, his deep voice husky with desire.
She didn’t answer.
“Mirilla!” he insisted .
She opened her dazed eyes and slowly raised her head to see what he wanted.
“If you don’t want where this is going, you need to leave now.”
“Why would I do that? I came all the way over here for what’s coming next.”
Bart’s eyes widened and his smile returned as he grabbed her up in his arms and lunged for the bed. Together they fell onto the mattress, laughing as they bounced. He sat up and looked down at her, lying before him, waiting for him to take the next step. He started unbuttoning her blouse, his fingers fumbling in his rush to get her clothes off.
Mirilla laughed softly, amused at his frustration at her clothes barring him from his ultimate goal. Taking pity on him, she took over managing the buttons on her blouse from him, removing it in no time and tossing it aside.
Bart quickly removed his pajama pants and tore his teeshirt over his head while watching her remove the remainder of her clothing.
Mirilla stopped mid-movement, her eyes leisurely roving first down, then back up Bart’s body. She took the time to appreciate his muscular, tanned thighs, the ‘V’ of his abdomen muscles as his hips sloped into his pelvic region, the power in his chest and shoulders, then the beauty and strength in his square jaw and high cheekbones. But what had her melting on the spot was the absolute adoration in his eyes when hers met his. “Bart,” she whispered.
“I’ve relived loving you, touching you, so many times since we were last together. I’d almost accepted that it would never happen again.”
“I had accepted it. I’m so very happy that I was wrong.”
“So am I. I need you near me, Mirilla. Not just for tonight.”
Mirilla nodded as she smiled at him through the happy tears that misted her eyes.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he held out his hand to her.
Mirilla slid almost to the end of the bed and placed her hand in his .
Bart pulled her the rest of the way, then into a seated position with her feet on the floor.
As she smiled up at him, he went to his knees in front of her, kissing her as he ran his hands over her body.
“Lie back,” he said.
Without hesitation, Mirilla lay back.
Bart took hold of both her ankles and lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, positioning her so that there was no part of her that he couldn’t see. He leaned forward, opening his mouth as he went.
Her muscles twitched, and chills came up on her skin when she felt his breath on her body. But that was nothing compared to the shiver and seductive moan that came out of her when his mouth closed on her most sensitive flesh.
Bart took his time, giving every inch of her special attention. The more she squirmed beneath his ministrations, the better it was. He knew that meant that he was getting to her. It wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. And he was right.
“Bart,” she rasped out.
“Mmhmm,” he responded, his lips and tongue still busy giving her as much pleasure as he could.
“I want more,” she begged. “Please, I need you inside.”
Bart sucked on her swollen vulva once more before tonguing her clit, making her thighs tighten again before he began kissing his way up her body. He kissed both hip bones, then the hollow where her belly flattened because she was lying on her back. He nibbled one breast as he tweaked the opposite nipple and rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit.
Mirilla let out a soft growl and rocked her hips in time with his strokes, trying without using her hands to line him up with where she wanted him most. When her attempts were almost successful, and the crown of his dick lodged against her opening, she froze.
Bart looked down at her, his hips poised to force himself through the small obstacle of her swollen flesh to drive home the only fact that made any sense to him at the moment… she was hi s and he was the last male she’d ever take inside her body again. “You ready?”
“Yes!” she snapped impatiently. “Do it!”
He gripped her legs just below her knees and pushed her against the bed just enough to steady her, then without another thought, he tightened his hips and leaned against her while he thrust forward.
Like the doors to a secret treasure vault, her vulva opened, hugging him as he slid inside, the walls of her vagina gripping him, pulling him deeper inside as though he’d never be free again.
“Oh, gods, I’ve missed this,” she murmured.
“This is all I need. You, like this below me, taking me in. This is all I need.”
“Fill me,” she said, her voice even and sure.
He hesitated, not wanting to stop the feel of their lovemaking by asking if she was still taking measures to keep from getting pregnant, but knowing he had to.
“Are you…”
“I’m safe. Don’t worry about a thing, it’s all taken care of.”
“You’re sure? I can stop and grab a condom.”
Mirilla shook her head. “Fill me. Now. There’s no need for a prophylactic. I’ve made sure it will be alright.”
Bart nodded and withdrew himself almost completely before sliding back inside her. Again. And again. And again. With each stroke he groaned a little deeper. With each stroke she whimpered a little louder, until between the two of them, they were a cacophony of pleasure. A symphony only those who’d experienced such unexplainable pleasures and precipices would understand. As her whimpers grew louder, his strokes grew harder and his groans deeper. His speed began to pick up. Her inner walls began to grasp at him rhythmically. He let go of her legs and leaned over her body, his hands on either side of her head. His face was a snarl, his lips pulled back over his teeth, his teeth clenched as he passed the point of conscious thought. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers and her panting gasps as she slipped into a full body shiver, her back arching her upper body away from him while her arms grasped for him at the same time caused him to put his knees on the bed and move his hands from the mattress to her shoulders to hold her in place while he forced himself into her.
Mirilla screamed his name, her eyes closing as her body clenched around his while she trembled uncontrollably.
“Open your eyes, Mirilla. Look at me.”
Mirilla’s eyes opened, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as her body gave in to the pleasure he gave her. But she didn’t look away again, not for one second.
Bart slammed his hips against hers, grinding his cock into her, forcing his pelvic bone against her clit to massage it as she came, prolonging her orgasm as his own started. Rope after rope of his essence filled her, so much so that some of it spilled out around his fully seated cock.
As his body seemed to practically fuse itself to hers and his thrusting stopped, she finally closed her eyes to allow herself time to process every moment of their intimacy.
As they both came back to reality, he finally gave in to the shaking in his arms and allowed his upper body to collapse onto hers. He rested his forehead on the upper edge of her shoulder, his body curved to lean most of his weight on the one forearm supporting enough of his weight to allow her to breathe with him lying atop her.
Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, he finally regained enough strength to go back up onto his knees. He slipped an arm under her body and around her back, then lifted her upper body from the bed and crawled, using his knees and the arm supporting him while he held her with the other, toward the head of the bed.
She felt her head hit the pillow and opened her eyes to look up at him as he moved to release her from his hold, and from his cock.
“No, don’t. I want to keep you inside me as long as I can.”
Bart nodded, then gripped her ass instead of fully letting go of her. Pressing her lower body against his, he turned, placing her body on top of his, but leaving himself deep inside her. Once he was on his back, his arms fell to his sides, his legs lazily lying between her legs as she straddled him with her upper body spread out across his chest, her knees bent on either side of his hips.
Both rested silently for a while. Then Mirilla got a second wind and sat up.
She ground her hips against him in a small slow circle.
Bart opened his eyes and smirked up at her. He was still semi-hard and could feel the come leaking from inside to run down his balls.
“Do you mind?”she asked.
“Do I mind what?” he asked teasingly.
“If I take more.”
“Of me? I am yours for the taking.”
Mirilla grinned at him and began mimicking his thrusts of only a short while earlier. Her thrusts got faster and faster, her nipples hardened as Bart’s cock hardened inside her and he began lifting his hips to aid in the penetration and friction of each thrust she made. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, riding him for all she was worth.
He reached out and pressed his thumb against her clit just hard enough for it to slide back and forth over the swollen bud as she moved.
“Oh, yes! Like that! Don’t stop doing that!”
Bart chuckled. “This is going to be a long night.”
“Thank the gods,” she answered, chasing the pressure of his thumb with the motion of her hips as he teasingly kept it just out reach for a second or two before pressing it against her glistening clit once more.