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My only response was his finger pressing into the tight space, and I gasped as my hole was stretched and filled for the first time. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I bet no one has filled you here yet,” he growled.
“Only you,” I moaned as he pumped slowly in and out, the feeling wholly different from my pussy yet just as sensual. His other hand found my clit, and he circled it slowly in time with his finger. Tension coiled at the base of my spine, and he slipped another finger inside me, causing me to cry out at the fullness, and I tried and failed to steady my breath as he slipped his tongue into my folds. He fucked me like that, tongue in my pussy and fingers in my ass until I was drowning in pleasure, lost to him and his touch.
And I loved every second of it.
He stretched my hole between his fingers, pulled his mouth away from my core, and said, “You’re going to take all of me in that tight ass of yours, my mate. You are mine, and I will claim every part of you.”
“Fuck, Ruslan,” I whimpered. Suddenly, I was facing him again, and he guided his cock into my mouth, so thick I was sure he would combust any moment.
“Be a good girl and get it nice and wet for me,” he purred. My tongue glided over his velvety tip before I formed an O with my mouth and sucked him into it. I bobbed my head over him until he was sufficiently soaked in my saliva, and he yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at him with his fingers twined in my hair. “Hands and knees, sprite.”
My walls clenched at his words, and I let my hands fall to the floor, then spun so my ass faced him. “Breathe, Izidora,” he commanded, spreading my cheeks as he lined himself up with me. He pushed in slowly, eliciting a shocked gasp, his cock so much bigger than his fingers. But I did as he instructed,breathing and relaxing around him until the fullness inside me was bearable.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, reaching around my hip to stroke my wetness. With the addition of his hand, I fell into a stream of heady moans and whimpers, never having felt so much intensity between my thighs as I did in that moment. Saliva dripped down, joining with my other juices, and Ruslan worked himself a little deeper, his cock stretching me to my limits. His fingers parted my folds, and when they slipped inside me, I thought I might die from pleasure.
“Oh my Goddess,” I mewled, my whole body trembling as he fucked me with cock and hand, rubbing against each other inside me. Ruslan pumped slowly in and out, hissing through his teeth as my ass gripped him. My nipples ached, my skin was tight, and sweat slicked every inch of my body as my mind went blank.
I was floating, dizzy and untethered as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me. I arched into him, riding the waves higher, higher, higher, until my scream died in my throat and bliss overtook all else. With one last thrust, he emptied his hot liquid into me with a roar that shook the room.
“You are mine,” he growled, still inside me, cupping my breasts and yanking me to his chest. “Tell me,” Ruslan ordered.
“I am yours,” I panted, half-limp from my release. He sank his teeth into the crook of my shoulder, right above my pulse, eliciting another cry of pleasure from me. I shuddered as he released his hold on me, then pulled himself out, and I collapsed forward, utterly spent. Without a moment's rest, he scooped me into his arms, and carried me to the shower, holding me against him while the water rolled over us.
I relaxed into his hold, and he hummed against my back, “How was that?”
“Incredible,” I breathed, unable to say more as my brain wasnot yet functional. A gentle rumble against my back spoke of his amusement. Bubbles coated my body as Ruslan lathered me, gentle despite his earlier roughness. He was my duality, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He spread my thighs with his hand, soaping my center thoroughly as I wobbled and braced myself on his shoulders. “I think I need to eat after all of that,” I admitted, feeling lightheaded.
“I’ll call for food the moment we step out,” he promised. With one last rinse, Ruslan turned off the water, then wrapped me in a fluffy robe and left to call for Cedomir.
I walked to the mirror, examining myself in a way that I hadn’t in a long time. My cheeks were red both from our coupling and the shower, but my eyes sparkled. I looked healthy, strong, and happy. Guests would arrive soon for Béke, and I was unsure who would show from the Night Realm, but there was no doubt Kazimir and my friends would be among them.
What would they think of me when they saw me with Ruslan?
I didn’t have long to ponder this question before Ruslan returned with news of food. We ate mostly in silence, both of us taken to reading during breakfast, and I only had to stop every few pages to ask him to help me. But that morning, I struggled to focus as the reality that I might see my friends in a day’s time sunk in. I studied my ring once more, then sighed. I wanted to plan the wedding, I wanted to marry Ruslan, but I wasn’t ready to commit to a mating bond. There was still something missing.
24
Béke began the following day, and the halls of Ryza Citadel showed all the signs of it. Extra polish was applied to the already immaculate surfaces, and the dark metal was oiled and rubbed with tender care. Gemstones were cleaned as well, and fresh silks were draped from the ceiling, some with deep, intricate coloring, others with the various sigils of the Iron Realm’s noble houses.
Izidora’s eyes were bright with curiosity as we passed servants carrying out their tasks, and my chest warmed as I watched her. She stopped at the sigil of my father, shards of iron ore surrounded by diamonds set onto a blood-red silk.
“Whose is this?” she asked.
“King Azim’s,” I grunted, trying to tug her along.
She followed after a moment, then laughed and shook her head. “I just realized I don’t know your family name.”
“It’s Drakkar, but it comes from my mother. King Azim did not offer the Racz name to any of his offspring,” I gritted out, my mood souring as we approached the door that led to the tunnels, where I would have to leave Izidora while I attended to whatever my father required of me that day.
“Oh,” she said softly, stopping and immediately slipping her arms around my waist and hugging me.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her open affection, especially with my rising inner turmoil. Wrapping her in my arms, I held her close, then smoothed her soft hair down her back and stepped away. “I’ll be waiting for you when you finish with Zuriel,” I promised her.
She nodded, holding my hand until she slipped through the doorway and we could no longer be connected.
Once she disappeared, I cracked my knuckles in succession, then my neck, trying to banish the tension that lingered like a permanent fixture around my neck. Rolling my shoulders, I braced myself for the meeting with the king of the Iron Realm.
