Yvette #2
Yvette hardly cared now if the girl was a fucking dragon. Her body was burning with need. A whine escaped her, even as she lay exhausted against the bed.
“I suppose you’re ready for your reward?”
Yvette nodded. “Please.”
He drug his hand up her slit. “You have earned it, haven’t you?”
“Please,” was all she could say with her every exhalation.
She felt nothing for an agonizing moment. When he touched her again, it was the head of his cock trailing her from top to bottom. Something like a sob escaped her.
Victor laughed, pushing himself below her and pumping against her swollen clit.
Her breath sucked in as she squirmed against him.
“Please, Victor, please,” she begged. There was no more room for pride. She needed him now, or she was going to come apart.
His hand twisted around the end of her braid, pulling so that she arched off the bed, resting on her shaking elbows.
He was still rubbing his cock against her. The heat of it was driving her to true insanity.
“Look at me,” he whispered. “Look at me and say it one more time.”
Yvette looked over her shoulder, catching his lust filled gaze. He was still fully dressed. Only his pants had been undone as she bent prostrate and naked before him. “Please.” Her word was barely audible.
He pushed into her, sheathing himself completely in a single thrust. He held her by her hair, keeping her head up as his other hand gripped her hip, slamming into her again and again. It was only seconds before she was screaming with release.
When the storm of pleasure passed, her body was numb and limp with fatigue. Only then did he let her fall onto the bed. Still, he was crashing into her, both hands gripping her hips, his pace unrelenting.
“Up, up, get up.” His voice was urgent. She knew he was close to his own climax.
His hand on her neck guided her trembling form to stand. Every bit of her was shaking with fatigue as he led her. Soon she was upright, pressed against the post of the bed frame. She wrapped her arms around it, holding on for dear life as he fucked the last of her strength from her.
All at once, he withdrew. She heard him hiss with release, felt it spatter against her backside, rolling down her leg.
He never came inside her.
Yvette stayed where she was, quite unsure if she could even move as she heard him replace his belt.
Dazed, she finally maneuvered her dizzy mind to the bed and sat down heavily.
“It will make matters more difficult,” Victor said, seeming utterly clearheaded.
Yvette had no idea what he was talking about.
He just looked at her with a bemused smile. “Have I finally fucked you out of your wits?”
She shook her head. “The girl, you want her gone.”
“Of course I want her gone. He can’t very well marry my sister if he’s in love with another woman.”
“You would,” Yvette said. “You said that you’ll keep me, even if you take a wife.” It was a promise she clung to, depended on.
“How could I ever lose you, darling?” He smiled almost as if it were a joke. “But Lord Caspian is not nearly as practical a man as I am.”
“How are you going to get her out of the way then?”
Victor took to pacing as Yvette covered herself with one of the furs.
“Well, we must be careful. The oaf can never suspect that we had any involvement. And we cannot just kill her. That will just be making a martyr for him to love and then she’ll be even harder to dislodge.
We will have to get her to leave on her own. ”
“How?”
“Well, it’s obvious,” Victor said slyly. “She doesn’t belong here. Even she knows it. We just have to make it plain, inescapable. When she leaves, if he truly does love her, he’ll be heartbroken, vulnerable. That’s where my sweet sister will come into play.”
“What if he follows her?” Yvette asked.
“Then it’ll be all the easier. I’ll petition the prince that the soldier is just a soldier and was never set out to be a lord in the first place, and ask that my ancestral lands be returned to me to govern properly.
If he holds some objection to joining the two houses, then Priscilla can hold the seat here in my stead.
After all, we both have Northall blood in us, the late lord was my mother’s elder brother. ”
“You really think you can make her leave?”
“If not, we can always resort to your methods.” He waved a flippant hand.
Yvette shuffled.
Victor came to her, pinching her chin delicately.
“You did very well, my darling.” Her heart swelled at his praise.
His breath tickled her lips. “Make sure to wear something breathtaking to this dinner tonight.” He released her and turned toward the door.
“And fix your hair. We can’t have you looking like a common whore. ”
And then he was gone.
Yvette pulled the fur tighter around her shoulders.
It was an imperfect man whom her heart had chosen to love.
He was impatient, and she knew his cruelty got the better of him at times.
But she had also seen his capacity for great kindness, the way he cared for and defended her and his sister.
She shuddered to imagine returning to the life from which he’d pulled her out of.
Victor was their protector, that position put pressures on him, she knew. And he tried.
She pulled her knees in and hugged them close. That’s what love was, seeing past all the ugly and terrible things about a person and loving them for the good.