Page 147 of The Faceless Queen

It felt so good. Everything he did felt good. And all through it, the Azete was feeding, devouring. I could feel it, feel his energy, his life, and his love pouring into me, washing over me.

I wanted this to last. I wanted to spend all night in his arms, tasting him, learning him, exploring every inch and seeing what made him tense, what made him twitch. What made him fall apart. I wanted to hear him take his pleasure and see him lose control. I wanted him over me, beneath me, behind me. In my mouth. And I wanted to be in his.

But not like this. Not with an audience. Not with Jaron and Geoffrey clapping and shouting as Brennan sucked and licked my aching nipples. And not when knowing that every minute I prolonged this, every second we touched, I stole more of his lifeforce. Brennan had made his peace, and I couldn’t fight it, couldn’t fight what was happening between us. I couldn’t control what I was taking. But I could limit how long I fed for.

He kissed me again, and slid his hand down our stomachs, and between my legs. Slipping his fingers beneath the lace, his eyes met mine. Brennan stilled, holding my gaze, as he gripped the thin material and tugged, ripping it away.

My back arched from the bed, knowing he’d done that so he didn’t have to get off me to remove my underwear. He’d done it so he could keep me covered. The way he’d ripped my skirts off. Then slowly, tentatively, his eyes never leaving mine, his fingers slid through my wet folds and danced over my entrance, his thumb easily finding the bundle of nerves at my center. He pressed down, and took a shuddering breath.

“Gods, you’re soaked,” he whispered, as one finger pushed inside.

“Because I want you,” I gasped into his ear, my nails digging into his back, my cunt already squeezing around him, pushing against his hand, seeking more friction, more movement. More. “I've wanted you since the tavern,” I whispered.

He slipped a second finger inside, his chest heaving. “And I wanted you.”

I lifted my hips, my pelvis rocking against his hand. I was heady with the amount of contact we had, so much skin touching, so much friction igniting the flames, and so much emotion pouring out of his heart. It was more than I’d imagined, more than I’d allowed myself to have in so, so long. I started to tremble. Because this was really happening. After all this time. And with Brennan.

And though I could feel his nerves ratcheting up, his desire was still strong. We couldn’t wait any longer.

I met his gaze, and reached for his underwear, keeping my eyes fixed to his as I pushed the linen down as far as I could. He bit the inside of his cheek, then reached back for the shorts, sliding it the rest of the way down his legs, and kicking it off, offering me a view of his perfect ass. We were both completely naked, but only Brennan’s body was on display through the curtains.

His throat bobbing, he pulled his weight back and squeezed his eyes shut, reaching to fist his cock. He stared into my eyes as he did so, and I widened my legs for him, nodding as he slowly lowered himself back down, moaning as he slid his length between my folds, coating himself in my desire. I was dripping with it by then, aching. And shivering. It had been years since I’d done this. Since I’d wanted to. Since I’d trusted anyone.

Sucking in a breath, Brennan positioned himself over me, rubbing the head of his cock against my center, sliding it up down until I was writhing and sweating. Then his jaw clenched, and he notched himself at my entrance, but instead of thrusting inside, he kissed me and pressed his forehead to mine. The men were cheering behind us, and the sound made my heart thunder.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

I nodded, barely able to speak. “Are you okay?”

He gave me a shaky grin in response, and our gazes stood fixed, our bodies still, like we were trying to communicate beyond time, beyond even this world.

Then his hips shifted, his throat bobbing as he rubbed himself one more time against my core.

I barely stopped myself from crying out.

Brennan’s chest heaved and he swallowed roughly. “Tell me when,” he said, brushing his lips softly against mine. He slid his hand beneath my head, centering me, and holding me in place. “Tell me when, and I’ll fuck you.”

I pushed forward, against his cock, and his hand, and sucked in a breath. “When,” I said.

Brennan’s eyes locked with mine as he pushed inside me, sliding in and in, filling me to the hilt.

I gasped, my heart racing, my body tensing and clenching around his length. He was big, bigger than I’d expected, and it had been so long that it was almost painful when he filled me.

Brennan studied my face, and kept his body still, giving me time to adjust. Small tremors were exploding across his arms from the effort, his abs clenching back and forth.

“Did I you?” he asked, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at me.

“No, I just …” I hissed, but then his fingers found my center and he began to stroke me, slowly easing the tension. I began to relax, to soften, and felt myself stretch, taking him in. The pain becoming pleasure. “That feels good,” I said.

“Good,” he said, his voice tight.

And then he reared back, nearly pulling himself out before thrust back into me. I cried out, my hips rocking, urging him on. He did it again and again, sliding in and out, thrusting more deeply, filling me more completely as the crowd cheered and shouted. And as our enemies clapped.

“Gods, Brennan, oh, you feel so good,” I rasped.

“So do you.” Buried inside of me, he stayed close, thrusting deep, creating a rhythm between us. I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, biting my lip to keep from screaming. He felt so good—so, so good.

I locked my ankles behind his hips as I pulled him in closer, deeper, urging him on. Brennan thrust again, moving faster, pushing into me harder and harder, his movements growing wild