Princess Faith, The Royal Dungeons
I missed this. I missed Thor. God, it had only been a couple of hours, but I was frantic. Desperate to come. He felt so good. This felt so good. The connection was intense. I didn’t care if it was because of my Ardor and his awakening. I’d felt nothing like it. Knew I never would again.
I held onto his shoulders as I rode him, used him for my own pleasure. But he wasn’t suffering. I watched him as he realized what I’d done. It was a slow process because I was circling my hips, rubbing my clit against him as he did so.
“Why?” he breathed, his hands going to my hips, squeezing.
His dark gray-blue eyes held mine with an intensity I couldn’t break.
“I believe you.”
He breathed raggedly once, twice, then his hand slid around to my front so his thumb played over my clit. My eyes fell closed.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I did as he wished.
Held his gaze.
“Come, mate. Come now.”
I did, for I loved to obey him. Silly, really, since I held all the control. I’d been able to use him for my Ardor. He’d offered and I’d gladly taken. But then I accepted what I’d already known. My heart, my head finally synced. Thor was innocent. I knew it. Felt it. Believed it. Breathed it.
And so I’d released him. Given him the obvious proof that I trusted him. It was the two of us now against the world. Everyone—including Trinity—believed him guilty. Thor had believed I’d been the traitor, and he’d saved me anyway. Vowed to protect me from Lord Wyse and that horrible Optimus unit, no matter the cost.
He was honorable, and he was mine, willing to risk defying everyone to keep me when he thought I was nothing. A servant. He would fight for me now, as well. Fight for us. So I would, too. I’d take a leap of faith. I’d love him.
Love burst through me like there had been a dam holding it back. And with it, heightened senses. Every touch meant more. Every kiss. Every shift of my hips and his, either one of us loving the other. I’d never experienced anything like this. Like him.
Pleasure flooded me. Swamped me, all but drowned me, but I had an anchor in Thor. I couldn’t fall because he was there to catch me. Hold me. Keep me together as my body fell apart, as my Ardor took in his very essence and eased the hunger consuming me, as I found the most blissful pleasure.
I cried out, milked him. I felt him thicken, lengthen impossibly further within me as he came. His hands tightened on my hips as he thrust up one time. Filling me. Emptying his balls with his seed and giving it all to me.
“Mate,” he growled.
I was panting, sweating, trying to catch my breath.
“Again,” he demanded.
I nodded, definitely not done. His cock didn’t flag inside me, and when he began to rock his hips, I knew he was instantly ready to fuck some more. His seed slipped between us, coated our skin. My body was still soaring, so close to another peak that I cried out, on the edge within moments. Shuddering. Begging.
“Yes. Please. More.”
His hands came up, tugged down the bodice of my dress, exposed my breasts to him. “Where is that fancy, sexy as fuck, undergarment?”
“I came bare,” I breathed as he latched on to one nipple. My hands went into his hair, tangled, as I arched my back and offered more, rubbed my clit against him. Spread my knees so that my body opened wider. I wanted more. Everything he could give me. And more still. There would never be enough.
He groaned as he switched to the other nipple, so neglected. I rolled my hips and slowly fucked him as he didn’t let up. The pleasure of his mouth sent pulses of heat to my pussy. I held on with a soft groan, holding back, riding the edge all over again. I wanted this to last forever.
When his teeth grazed my nipple, then gently bit down, I came again, startling me. It wasn’t powerful like the last one, but the heat spread through me, like a thick syrup. Warmth and pleasure seeped into my bones, and I moaned his name.
“Must we continue this here? I much prefer to tuck you beneath me on a more sumptuous mattress.”
His words reminded me of our surroundings. I was a princess. If I wanted Thor to be free of this dungeon and in my bed, no one could stop me.
“My rooms. Yes. Now.”
“We must separate, mate.”
“No. Never again. Everyone is against us. You are a Jax. I am a Herakles. We are star-crossed lovers.” I thought of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, but knew we would not die for our love.