Chapter 66
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
ROSAMUND
Pleasure shoots through me, tearing me apart.
I’ve never felt anything like it. He was right, I think dazedly as my body trembles and my belly clenches again and again.
His fingers are a tight fit inside my pussy, his mouth is fastened between my legs, and the pressure he built up inside me had hurt before he gave it release.
A release that tore through me like fire, undoing me and remaking me at once.
And I think… I think the fact that he is the one touching me and pleasuring me is the reason I almost left my body. I think I met the Sleeping Gods for a moment.
I think… I’m a different person now than I was a few moments ago.
He gives me one last, long lick between my legs that makes me squeal—my flesh is sensitive down there right now—and sits back on his heels.
A stain is spreading on his dark pants, between his legs, where the bulge of his cock and knot is permanent.
His cheeks are flushed pink. He lifts a hand to his mouth, two fingers dripping wet—the fingers that were inside me, I realize with a start—and stuffs them between his lips. Slowly, he pulls them back out and licks his lips.
“Delicious,” he says, his voice still cast in that deep growl, his teeth long and sharp. “I’d have fucked you with my tongue but… teeth.” He grins, displaying them. “Didn’t want to hurt you.”
I’m still recovering from the orgasm he gave me, from the fact that he licked my cream and found it delicious, from the fact that he would have liked to put his tongue inside of me.
He then cups his groin with his hand, grunting, head bowing.
“Are you all right?” I whisper, lifting myself up on my elbows. I feel wrung out.
“I came in my pants.” He groans. “But I’m still hard. My knot is still full. I’m so hard for you.”
I swallow. His words, his obviously aroused state starting another throb inside me. “Thank you,” I whisper.
His grin returns. “That was good, right?”
He’s so full of himself, but it’s also cute how proud he is of pleasuring me, and in any case, how and why would I deny it? He’s so beautiful, so sexy, I want more of him.
But I can’t find the words to express all that, and I reach for him instead.
His grin turns into a softer smile, and he grabs and pulls me into his lap. “Princess,” he whispers, gazing down at me. “Come with me.”
Something jolts inside me. My eyes sting. “Valen…”
“If you like. There’s nothing you have to do, except put yourself first. See what makes you happy. What doesn’t hurt you. That man hurts you.” He sighs. “Come with me. Leave him and come with me.”
And I want to. Gods, I want to. Risk it all. Follow him anywhere.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
His mouth twists. “Why not? Don’t you enjoy being with me?”
“You know I do.”
“Then what’s stopping you?”
Gods… “I can’t. Don’t you understand? I have a chance to take back my home, take revenge on my stepfamily. See the look on their faces when they see me alive and well, and lady of this estate and theirs, which should have been mine all along. For my parents. For me.”
“Is revenge more important to you than your happiness?” he whispers.
My chest feels too tight. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Wouldn’t I? The worse the blows fate deals me,” he says, “the more enraged I become, the more determined to get back up, and in that, it would appear to me, you and I are the same. But I think the best revenge is finding a happy ending. Finding your happiness, despite the pain others planned for you. And now, I’m starting to think we aren’t alike at all. ”
“Valen…”
“Is this what you want?” His voice rises. “Someone to control and order you about? Do you want what’s safe or what’s dear? What you were used to, or what makes you happy? Your choice, Princess.”
“I can take care of myself,” I choke out.
“I know you can. Unlike him, I consider you strong and capable. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to share everything with you, good or bad, that I don’t want to hold you and protect you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I see.” He gets up and runs a hand through his hair. “I was wrong. Kon and Dar were right.” And he turns and opens the door of the stall.
I grab my dress from the hay and clutch it to my chest. “Where are you going?”
“That shouldn’t concern the lady of the manor,” he tosses over a broad shoulder and strides out of the stables, leaving me alone.