32. It’ll Be Worth It #2
His breath caught when I slid my fingers up his throat, his jaw, into his hair. He crushed his lips to mine. Hard. His hands pulled me flush against him, and the kiss turned messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue.
I rocked my hips, grinding down against the hard length of him. The pressure against my clit sent jolts of pleasure through me but did nothing for the ache. It only made me want more.
He groaned into my mouth. My hands slipped between us, finding the ties of his trousers while his found the laces at my back.
We had both been waiting long enough that there was no hesitation in it, just a mutual and efficient dismantling of everything in the way.
My dress fell, pooling at my waist, and his hands roamed my back before cupping my breast.
He sprang free between us, and I gripped the base of him before stroking up and down once, earning a hiss from him.
His eyes were hooded and his pupils blown wide enough that the blue was only at the rim.
This man who could command an entire army was trembling beneath me. The prince of Primoria, completely at my mercy. I had never felt more powerful.
My thumb brushed over the sensitive head, spreading the moisture across the smooth skin. I pumped my hand again with long, steady strokes.
I thought of the time when he didn’t give me what I wanted for the sake of my healing. Made me ache for him. I was going to make him suffer a little more. I had more than earned it.
He groaned low and deep as he throbbed in my grip.
“Let me have you,” he rasped, fingers digging into my hips. “Now.”
It sounded like a plea and a command at the same time.
“How much do you want this?” I asked with a wicked smile, my hands working him.
His grip tightened and dragged me forward and down, forcing my center to grind against the base of him. The sensation made my breath stutter.
“Enough that if you don’t let me have you,” he said, his voice shaking with need, “I’ll lose my mind.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth, my breasts, and then locked on my hand stroking him. “Don’t make me beg, Sera.” He hissed when I stroked faster. “Because I fucking will.”
I leaned forward, lips brushing his. “And if I let you have me?”
He held my gaze, and a beat passed before he finally spoke.
“I’ll never recover,” he said softly, like a confession. “I’ll never be free of you. I’ll hand you every part of my soul and body, and you’ll own me completely.” He swallowed, eyes dropping back down. “So let me have you.”
His words pressed somewhere in my chest, and I kissed him desperately.
A soft moan slipped from both of us as we breathed each other in.
I lifted my hips and sank down on him slowly.
The width of him stretched me open with a stinging burn that turned into pleasure.
My nails dug into his shoulders, and my breath stuttered with each inch of him.
We both exhaled as I went deeper and deeper until our bodies met and there was nowhere else to go. He filled me so completely, I could barely breathe.
His forehead dropped to mine. Neither of us moved, and savored the long-awaited moment of him finally buried inside me.
Then I moved with slow rolls at first, lifting and sinking back down at an angle that rubbed me against him with each stroke. My fingers dug harder into his shoulders as I moaned into his mouth. He swallowed the sound and gave it back to me in a low growl.
“Look at me,” I said, finally understanding why he always asked to see me when he was in control.
When his eyes met mine, I saw exactly how deeply he felt me. How much he wanted me. How he trusted me with his pleasure and with his heart. Completely vulnerable in the way his gaze fractured with each roll of my hips.
Mine.
The chair creaked beneath us as I took what I wanted.
“Gods,” he groaned, head falling back against the chair briefly. “Look at you,” he said. “I’m so fucking gone for you, I don’t even care.”
His words made me move faster, buck harder, and chase the climax that was building fast. He met me with every movement, and the orgasm came violently.
I cried out, clenching around him, the bond flaring hot between us. He shuddered from the rebound and said my name against my lips. I kept moving through it, and he watched my face the entire time. He guided my hips, drawing out every contraction until I became completely boneless.
But he wasn’t done.
His arms tightened around my waist. In one smooth motion, he stood, still buried inside me, and turned us. My back met the desk in a sudden drop. Papers scattered. An inkwell rolled off the edge.
When he moved, there was nothing careful about it. He’d said it would not be gentle, and bless the gods, he followed through.
He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back home. Hard, deep, and relentless.
The kind that made me scream his name loud enough to be carved into the walls. Hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm that made the desk groan and my legs shake. Every thrust pressed against that perfect spot, every withdrawal left me pleading.
“How did you like being in control?” His voice was rough and breathless. Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust that made my back slide against the desk. Something else clattered to the ground.
I could barely process the question from the mind-numbing pleasure he was dragging out of me.
He didn’t slow, one hand planted on the desk for leverage, the other gripping my thigh. I wasn’t sure if I answered him. I couldn’t even think straight.
“How did it feel having me at your mercy?” His hand found my jaw, reminding me I had a mouth that should be capable of speaking.
“I like this more,” I gasped desperately. “When you’re in control—gods—when you ruin me like this.”
A deep groan tore from his chest, and his thumb found my clit. He kept it there while he drove into me. My thighs shook around him.
“You feel that?” he said, hips slamming forward in a punishing rhythm. “That’s me keeping my promise.” He draped my leg over his shoulder, shifting me to an angle that turned me religious. “You’re going to come again.”
The third orgasm tore through me without warning.
“Gods—Caelan,” I sobbed out, clenching hard around him as he followed with a deep groan, thrusting hard and holding it there as his warmth filled me completely. The bond, the magnificent bond, sent the pleasure back to me without mercy, leaving me breathless and dizzy.
He collapsed over me, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard, skin sticky with sweat. My thighs shook uncontrollably against his hips. I was so weak I couldn’t even lift my head off the desk.
“Perfect,” he said, voice wrecked.
I reached up to touch his face, my fingers trembling against his cheeks. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
I touched the pendant resting against my throat, my heart pounding beneath it.
His eyes met mine, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“Again?”