Page 9 of Clash of Kingdoms

I tugged him anyway, drawing him back toward me. “I don’t care.” My hand slid into his hair, and I kissed him, doing my best to entice him to stay, to move between my thighs and claim my flesh as his.

He kissed me back, his mouth opening to take my tongue, and slowly he started to move on top of me, his dick obeying my silent orders.

My thighs squeezed his hips, and I brought him toward me, wanting that dick buried inside me.

He smiled against my lips. “You win.”

“I always win.”

He guided himself inside me and sank in, giving a moan when he realized I was this wet first thing in the morning. Once he was fully sheathed inside my warmth, he paused to savor it, the muscles in his ass tightening.

After a pause, he started to thrust, his strong body positioned above mine, his abs firm and powerful, his chest like a mountain looming over me. He was sexy no matter what he did, whether he sat in front of the fire or he carried himself with confidence as he wore his armor, but he looked the sexiest like this…when he fucked me.

My arms circled his neck as I kissed him, as I felt him breathe into my mouth while he rocked into me. His breathing quickened in desire, not exertion, and I felt the way he thickened inside me, like he wanted to come the second he felt me.

Every time we were together, I loved him more, loved him deeper than I thought was possible. When I grabbed on to him, I never wanted to let go. This man had conquered my heart and left a permanent flag that would continue to flap in the wind even when he was long gone. It was hard to imagine myself in a wedding gown about to marry someone else, not when these memories would haunt me forever. Maybe I would never marry, not when I couldn’t have the love of my life.

His hand dug into my hair as his face pressed into my neck, giving me deep thrusts that rubbed against my clit perfectly. Every time he moved, it was ecstasy, the pressure just right. He rarely did this, only when he needed me to come so he wouldn’t have to edge himself.

“Can you feel me come?” I said into his ear, my nails digging deep into his back.

He released a heavy moan.

“Can you?” I whispered.

He lifted himself again, his face above mine, his eyes dark and intense, almost scary. “Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

He gave another moan, his thrusts slowing down because the sensations became harder to resist. “Oh fuck.”

I pulled my legs closer to my chest, folding myself underneath him so he could deepen the angle. My hand grabbed his ass, and I tugged him into me. “Here it comes…” I felt the fire between my legs, flames that burned my stomach and extremities, a sweat so hot it felt good. And then I hit the precipice and fell, moaning loudly as my toes curled and cramped, my eyes watering because of the sting of pleasure.

His intensity had deepened, his hard face tight in pleasure and concentration. His pumps quickened out of control, and he thrust into me harder before he gave a loud moan, releasing inside me as I crested the high he gave me.

He was the best sex of my life. And he was the sexiest man in my life.

I clung to him as I finished, as I received his seed. “Aurelias…” I loved saying his name. Loved saying it more than any other name I’d ever said in bed. I slowly came down from the high as I felt him soften inside me, but the tendrils of pleasure were still anchored deep in my flesh. My ankles crossed against his ass so he couldn’t pull away. “Don’t ever leave me without saying goodbye.” I’d rather wake up at the crack of dawn to him between my legs than wake up hours later with him gone. “Alright?”

He dipped his head and kissed me hard, like he wanted to leave me even less now. “Yes, baby.” He pulled away and moved off me, standing naked beside the bed, tall and muscular, his back carved with endless muscles.

The bedroom door cracked open, but there was no one there.

I looked at the crack, refusing to believe it was the draft that had pushed it open.

Aurelias didn’t look alarmed. “You have a visitor.”

Fang slithered up the bed then slid toward me, his powerful body gliding through the covers as he approached me. When the bottom half of his body appeared, he was holding a deck of cards in his coiled tail.

“Hey, Fang.” I sat up to pet his head, letting my naked body be fully exposed to him.

He closed his eyes as he enjoyed my sharp nails against his hard scales.

Aurelias got dressed, pulling on his articles of clothing as he watched us. “He wants to play cards.”

Fang brought his tail close and set the cards in front of me.

“He plays cards?” I asked with a laugh.