Throne of the Fallen

“Fucking hell.” His breath was warm on her neck, her skin pebbling pleasantly. He’d softened a little but remained inside her. “You kiss like a saint but fuck like a deviant.”

“I wanted our one night to count.”

“Fucking hell,” he said again, quieter this time.

Perhaps she had ruined him.

Her lips twitched upward before the smile faded.

Dawn wasn’t far off, and they needed to get the next clue. Their time was over.

The moment she stood, she knew she’d be leaving this fantasy behind.

To his credit, Envy didn’t seem to be in a rush to leave their little bubble behind either. She knew he must be thinking of the game again too. Of what it meant to his court.

Yet he stayed right there. With her. Like he didn’t wish to be anywhere else.

His hands moved to her arms, lightly tracing them.

Their breathing had long since evened out, and the silence hung heavy between them.

The slow, light touches moved along her silhouette, her waist, the curve of her hip, then meandered below her navel, sliding closer to where their bodies were still joined.

Her breath hitched as his hand dipped lower. He was hard again.

“What about the game?” she asked, hating that she had.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “Not at all.”

“Thank fuck.”

He shifted so that Camilla was fully seated on him but he was in a more commanding position. While she was still facing away, her back to his chest, he was the one in control, lifting her up along his shaft, teasing her with the ridge as he slowly pumped in and out, making love to her like he’d never let go. There wasn’t anything hard and fast about his movements.

Now that he was back in control, he focused solely on wringing as much pleasure from her body as he could. The ridge of him hit a spot inside her that stole her thoughts.

He pulled out, then thrust in again, hitting that same glorious place.

She leaned against him, hands curled back around his neck, playing with his hair. He reached around, cupping her breasts as he moved, allowing himself room to thrust.

“See that mirror over there?” he asked, pointing to a gilded mirror she hadn’t noticed across the room.

“Yes.”

“Watch.” He widened his legs, forcing hers to follow his lead, exposing her glistening sex. If his court had been here, they would have had quite the show. She had quite the show.

Envy’s fingers swirled over her clit, pressing against it while he slowly thrust up.

Camilla practically panted from the sight.

“Watch how hard I make you come.”

Camilla bit her lip, already feeling her body’s response to his wicked demand.

His gaze remained locked on where their bodies were joined, drinking in the sight like a starving man who’d come upon a feast. He drew his fingers to his mouth, attention locked on hers in the mirror as he licked her arousal off.

“So fucking sweet.”

When he touched her again, with his erection nestled deep inside, it was almost too much.

He pressed tender kisses to her neck, his fingers continuing to slowly torture her. He thrust once in a while, just to add to the overwhelming sensations vying for her attention.

His legs widened farther, baring her more. Soon, much too soon, her breath turned uneven. Her climax was close.

Her eyes drifted shut.

Envy slapped her clit, sending a wave of sensation through her. “Eyes open.”

“Beast.”

“You fucking adore it.”

That she did.

Camilla kept her attention fixed on their show, feeling and watching his skill as a lover; he was drawing pleasure the same way she could draw realms. And he was every bit as talented.

“Come for me, love.”

His teeth were on her neck, his thrusts coming faster now. Still slow, still punishingly wonderful. But he was close again too, waiting to join her the moment she tumbled over the edge. Camilla tried to hold off, tried to prolong this moment. But her body responded to his quiet demands, finally giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Leviaethan!” She came with his name on her lips again.

This time, when he shouted her name, then held her in his arms, she felt like he was already long gone. Like a star shooting across the night sky, there was nothing left but the memory of how beautifully bright it had once shined.

FIFTY-FOUR

SURPRISINGLY, ENVY WASN’T the one who ended their night.

Camilla rode him two more times on his throne, calling his true name every time she came. Backward and forward, her appetite insatiable.

Each time she said his true name, something inside him wound tighter. He should have felt the tension easing after the first time they made love. It didn’t abate as he imagined it would.

He’d bent her over the damn throne, stroking and teasing and worshipping every inch of her body until she snapped at him to fuck her again.

Still… the want, the need, persisted.

They’d gone to his bedroom suite—so he could monitor what she saw in his House while his court was unpredictable, and so he could devour her on his mattress one more time.

One more time led to three more times. Her coming on his tongue, him on hers.