Her neatly styled hair hung wild and tangled down her back, her nipples hard and upturned. He
r pussy was dripping and slick, my cock sliding in and out of her without any resistance.
I knew the second she was going to come. Her inner walls clenched down and there was no way I could hold back my own release a second longer. I was done for.
The building could collapse. The queen’s guard could burst through the doors. I would know none of it for I was lost in Trinity. In what we created. In the pleasure we wrung from each other’s bodies.
She was mine. Whatever the future brought, we’d tackle it together. And we’d get through it, one orgasm at a time.
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It was her eyes though, the color of nature, that hooked me.
I didn’t see fear in their depths, as if she’d been caught and was afraid for her life. No, I saw defiance and a hint of… peace. But after a few seconds of staring, they widened, as if she hadn’t been surprised to be caught, but to see me. Something passed between us, some… current I didn’t understand, but my cock liked.
Her full lips parted and a pink flush crept into her cheeks. Goddess, she was lovely. My cock agreed. There was no question, no doubt, that she was my mate. The one I would keep safe and whole… mine. Forever.
And fuck! She was the mole, the traitor who’d been trying to have the princess killed. Her. She was responsible for the deaths of several Jax family guards. The one to drag our name through the mud with the media. It seemed impossible by looking at her. She was a maid, for goddess’ sake. Or was she?
My cock didn’t care who she was. What she was. My mind though, needed answers. And since the police had supposedly been called for, I needed them now before she was taken away.
I strode over to her, the Jax guards stepping back to clear my way. Taking hold of her arm, I tugged her to her feet and then across the room.
“I want to speak to her myself. Alone,” I called, but not turning to look at either of my parents. I didn’t give them time to argue, for we were through a side door and into the library before they could say a word. I shut the door behind me, spun her about and pressed her against it. Capturing her wrists, I lifted them up so they were by her head, my body keeping her pinned.
Fuck, she felt good. Soft in all the right places. Warm. And her scent. Yes, wild gardens, damp forests. She was what had been taunting me, awakening me.
My cock pulsed as it pressed against her belly. Lengthened. My balls drew up, ready to empty my cum into her. She’d awakened me. She was my mate, but I knew nothing about her.
“Who are you?”