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Her gaze dropped to the waist chain, then returned to me.

I kissed the side of her neck.

My fangs dragged lightly over her pulse.

“Stellan.”

“I know.” I tightened my hold on her hip. “You’re getting wet on my thigh, and I can smell every bit of it.”

She moved harder instead of hiding her face.

I held her gaze as I pushed her shirt up to expose both breasts. Her eyes darkened before I bent to take one nipple into my mouth.

Bryony’s hand closed around my hair. I sucked slowly, using my tongue until her movement lost its steady pace. Her cunt rubbed over my thigh with each broken roll of her hips. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, and my cock throbbed against my clothes.

I raised my mouth from her breast. “If these chains were open, I’d carry you to that bed and strip you slowly. I’d put my mouth between your legs until you forgot the Crown ever spoke your name.”

The image reached her through the bond. Her breath caught, and her hips pressed harder against my thigh.

“I can’t do all of that tonight, so I’m using what I have.”

Bryony looked at the iron, then lifted her hips before I asked.

I caught the sides of her knickers and ripped them from her. She settled back onto me with nothing between her pussy and my trousers, wet heat pressed directly over my thigh.

“Oh, fuck.” Her nails bit into my shoulders.

I gripped her arse and moved her over me. She followed the pressure, rocking against the hard muscle of my thigh while I kissed her. Her mouth grew less controlled. Each breath broke into the kiss, and she held my hair hard enough to sting.

“You can take what you need,” she whispered.

“I already did.” I put my lips against her ear. “This is what I want.”

My hand slid between us. I ran two fingers over her pussy and found her clit swollen from the pressure of my thigh. Bryony jerked against my hand. I held her hip steady and rubbed her in slow circles.

I caught her gaze and slid one finger inside her. Her lips parted, and her body tightened around me.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

Her mouth curved.

“Very fucking pleased.” I added a second finger and pressed deeper.

Her answer became a moan when I curled my fingers. I knew where to touch from the sharp pull of her muscles and the sudden pressure of her hand at my neck. She rode my hand without needing instruction. I kept my thumb over her clit and let her set the pace while I controlled the pressure.

Bryony kissed me again. Her hand moved down my chest and stroked the shape of my cock through my trousers.

I caught her lower lip between my teeth. She opened my trousers and freed me, then wrapped her hand around the base and stroked upwards, spreading the wetness gathered at the head.

The first slow pass almost broke my rhythm. I tightened my fingers around hers once, showing her the pressure I wanted. She matched it as I curled my fingers inside her in the same rhythm.

Her thumb crossed the head on every upward stroke. I felt the answering pressure in her body through the bond, hot and immediate, while her cunt worked around my fingers.

Her breath broke against my mouth. The steady movement of her hips faltered, and her hand tightened around me.

I felt her getting close in the tightening of her body and the uneven strokes of her hand. Bryony pressed her face into my neck as I kept my thumb circling and my other arm firm around her.

She came with a broken cry against my skin. Her cunt clenched around my fingers as her whole body tightened. I held her through every hard pulse, keeping the pressure steady until she softened against me.