Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I don’t think I have ever been this wet before. It’s enough that he can fuck two fingers into my ass. Fuuuuck. The sensation is nearly too much as heat rages through me. I whimper when he adds a third, but he does not stop, and after a minute or two of gentle thrusts the burn recedes and I am able to take it.
He keeps his fingers inside me as he lifts my hips. I don’t know what he plans to do until he rubs his cock through my folds, almost as if he is going to fuck me there. He dips the crown into my opening and makes sure it is coated. Then he lowers my hips again, pulling his fingers out as he does.
Oh fuck. I moan into the pillow as he pleasures me.
His hand continues to move on my clit as he presses himself to my hole. I concentrate on the pleasure between my legs and breathe as deep as I can. I bite down on the pillow as he pushes in. The pressure is so intense that for a moment or two I do not think I can bear it, but then he presses harder on my clit, and my body takes over. I don’t know what I do, exactly, but it allows him in.
My breath catches and the heat intensities.
My head spins as he presses forward. It is so much tighter than my pussy. It is so much more forbidden. I am terrified of what I am doing, terrified I will break somehow, and so turned on I can hardly breathe.
Yet I must breathe, for his fingers are moving faster on my clit. He keeps his thrusts relatively slow and gentle. I wait for him to take me as he did before, fast and a bit rough, but he never does. He thrusts into my ass steadily, keeping at it as his hand moves and moves.
When his fingers stutter on my clit, I know he is close. That knowledge alone sends me over the edge. I cry out into the pillow as I come, because this, too, is much more intense when my ass is filled with his cock. His heat fills me there, and he holds my hips close to him as he comes.
I do not feel ready for him to pull out, but he does, as gently as he entered me. I collapse onto the pillows and he lies down behind me, putting his arms around me and pulling me close. His chest against my back. Both of our breathing unsteady.
Emotion overwhelms me, and I begin to cry, helpless to stop it. I can’t contain the guilt I feel. I’ve slept with two men in one day. I’ve betrayed them both all for short-lived pleasure.
I haven’t said enough. I was not kind, but firm. I didn’t tell him that we have to end this. Now what am I to do? I must tell Prince Jasper about this, too, and he will not be so forgiving when I do. How could he be? How could anyone? He offered me grace and I have taken advantage of that.
I could have said no, and yet, I didn’t.
The man from the shadows holds me and kisses the top of my head. I try to push the blindfold off, but he stops me with a hand around my wrist.
“Say something,” I beg, but he only kisses my neck. “Who are you?”
He turns over, or at least that’s what I think he does, but when I reach for him, I find only the blankets.
By the time I get the blindfold off, he’s gone.
* * *
Casen
There are many ways to move unseen through any castle, and this one is no different.
I only wish I did not have to take each step with such longing in my heart. It’s an awful feeling, more painful than I had expected, and it does not leave me once I have returned to my room.
I prepare for bed in the dark and attempt to find peace under the covers. I cannot stop thinking of her.
I close my eyes and remind myself that I could never have her to myself. But she is still mine. I’m not the kind of man who could ever have a woman to himself. I don’t have enough to give but I won’t give her up so easily. Rules are meant to be broken.
Chapter 14
Cora
In the morning, with a sore ass, I wake earlier than I think I ever have before. I am not surprised to find that the sun is barely up.
I dress myself without calling for Alice and Blanche, still sick at heart over everything that has happened and everything I must confess to. There’s simply no way I can sit in the great hall for breakfast and make conversation with Prince Jasper with this knowledge weighing on me, so I will not have breakfast with the rest of the court.