I look down at her face, supporting my weight on my arms, my heavy cock laying across her hip from her thigh up to her bellybutton.
“You want me inside you?” I ask.
“I need you inside me,” she gasps.
“Beg me for it.”
“Please Rafe, fuck me, I’m dying for you . . .” she moans.
My name is such a thrill on her lips. I can’t get enough of it.
“Say my name again.”
“Rafe!” she cries. “I need you Rafe!”
I plunge my cock inside of her, one hard thrust all the way in.
She screams out, her nails digging into my back.
I bite the side of her neck in return, my cock sliding in and out of that perfect warm pussy grip, her strong thighs squeezing my hips.
She’s already starting to cum, she can’t hold it back even for a minute.
Her pussy twitches around my cock, she spreads her thighs wider, begging me to fuck her harder and deeper.
My cock hits that place all the way inside her, that back wall that would be painful if she wasn’t intensely aroused, every millimeter of her pussy swollen and spongy and exquisitely sensitive.
“Harder,” she begs me, “Fuck me harder, Rafe.”
I’m slamming the whole bed against the wall, the headboard thundering against the plaster as I fuck her with all my strength.
She’s screaming out, louder than I’ve ever heard.
She needs this relief, and so do I.
I’ve never fucked her as Rafe. I’ve never fucked her without guilt.
This is my fiancée. Her body is mine—not just tonight, but forever. I can take her as many times as I want, in every possible position.
As soon as she’s done cumming, I flip her over and take her from behind. Then I fuck her up against the window, her breasts pressed against the cold glass, her hands splayed like starfish on either side of her.
My balls are boiling, my cock raging hard.
I’ve never felt so unleashed. I’m finally exactly where I want to be, doing exactly what I want to do.
We knock over the lamp, the bulb smashing as it hits the floor.
I don’t give a flying fuck. I’ll destroy this entire room. I’ll burn this fucking hotel to the ground. What I won’t do is stop, not for a single second.
I pull her down on my lap on the spindly desk chair, its wooden legs groaning beneath our combined weight. I bounce her up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing in my face. I lick the sweat off her breasts. I take her nipple into my mouth and I suck hard, feeling her pussy clamp around my cock as she starts to cum again.
“I’m going to fuck you like this every day of our lives. Inside. Outside. Everywhere we go . . .”
“You promise?” she gasps.
“Only if you cum for me. Cum all over that cock . . .”
“Aghhhh!” she screams, her head thrown back.
I explode into her, my balls contracting, spurt after spurt of cum pumping up inside of her.
“You’re mine,” I growl. “All mine.”
She falls against my chest, her arms around my neck.
I hold her tight against me, my cock still inside of her, with no intention of ever letting go.
35
Nix
After a week of recovery, Leo, Hedeon, and Kade are finally ready to fly back to Dubrovnik.
Adrik Petrov drives us from the airport down to the dock where the Chancellor’s boat still waits. We’re returning at night to try to avoid the uproar of students witnessing us sneaking back onto the island, though it can hardly have passed unnoticed that we’ve all been missing for a week.
“Just tell anyone that asks that you were holed up in your room with the flu,” Leo says.
“Yeah? And how’s Hedeon gonna explain why he’s hobbling around like an old man, and why Kade’s missing half an ear?” Dean snorts.
“You better just worry how you’re going to explain to Cat how your ‘quick and simple field trip to help Ares’ turned into a week-long excursion that almost got us all killed,” Anna says to Dean.
“Don’t remind me,” Dean says, miserably. “She’s gonna fucking kill me.”
“Don’t worry,” Anna says, sweetly. “I’m sure you won’t even see it coming when she does.”
As we pile out of SUV, Adrik grabs Sabrina by the arm and pulls her back.
“When am I going to see you again?” he growls.
“What makes you think you’re going to see me again?” Sabrina says, tossing back her mane of dark hair.
“I AM going to see you again,” Adrik informs her. “I was simply offering you the courtesy of choosing the time and place.”
I can see the temptation to smile tugging at the corners of Sabrina’s full lips as she attempts to scowl instead.
“I’ll think about it,” she says.
“Not good enough,” Adrik retorts. “I’m picking you up on this dock on the last day of school. Wear something nice.”
“That would be a first for both of us,” Sabrina snorts, with a contemptuous look at Adrik’s torn jeans, t-shirt, and uncut hair.
She turns away from him, ready to board the boat, but Adrik can’t stand letting her have the last word. He seizes her arm, whips her around again, and aggressively kisses her.
Then he lets go and stalks off back to the car.
Sabrina is stunned to silence—perhaps for the first time in her life. She stands there for a moment with a slightly dazed expression, then follows Anna and Leo onto the boat.
“That good?” I ask her.
“He’s definitely . . . something,” Sabrina replies.
I can’t help grinning, thinking how nice it would be if Sabrina became a Petrov, too. Assuming her and Adrik don’t kill each other first.
The ride back to Visine Dvorca is much more pleasant, by virtue of not being handcuffed to the railing. On the other hand, without the distraction of kidnapping and romantic betrayal, navigating the treacherous currents around the island is stressful. The water is so rough that Hedeon gets sick over the side of the boat, and Rafe looks traumatized by the time we finally pull into the Chancellor’s private berth once more.
“I’m never fucking doing that again,” he says.
While the others intend to finish the school year, Rafe and I only returned so he could navigate the boat, and so I could pack everything in my dorm room. We plan to leave on the supply ship in a few days’ time.
Rafe is anxious to go back to America with his family. I don’t think any of them will feel this is over until they’re all back in their mansion on the sea cliffs of the Oregon coast.
I’m equal parts nervous and excited to join him there.
I haven’t spent much time in America.
But after all, I came to Kingmakers to meet new people and become more independent. Even though I stayed less than a year, I’d say I accomplished those goals more than I ever could have imagined.
And anyway, I meant what I said to Rafe: home is with him. I want to be wherever he is. Inside, outside, all over the world . . .
The long, limestone staircase back up to the Keep reminds me uncomfortably of the mine. I don’t know if I’ll ever enjoy being unground after that particular experience.