A Kingdom of Venom and Vows (Stars and Shadows #3)(39)

But my pleasure belonged to him, every part of me did, and I licked it from his fingers greedily.

“Gods, you’re such a good fucking girl.” He pressed his fingers deeper into my mouth until I worried I would choke on them before he slowly pulled them from my lips.

He moved behind me, the sound of his trousers dropping like a drug that was teasing me as it sat just out of my reach.

My fingers dug into the ground, and my heart raced as he pulled me back just enough to line up his cock with my entrance. He rubbed himself up and down my slickness, my body on fire from the movement, and he positioned the tip right at my sex.

He slid into me slowly, and I gasped at the way he filled me. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed this, how much I missed this, but something deep inside me settled as he thrust inside me as deep as he could get.

His fingers trailed down the length of my spine as he began moving in and out of me slowly. His body thrummed behind me, his control vibrating as if it were about to snap, but he was still being so careful with me.

He was tempting me with his cock, the pleasure his body brought mine overwhelming, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

He needed to lose control inside me. He needed to use my body to feed the overwhelming possession that haunted him.

And I wanted every second of it.

“Please, Evren,” I whimpered and stretched my arms out in front of me, pressing my cheek against the cold stone of the floor. “I need more.”

He stilled for a moment, and I worried that I had said something wrong. I started to lift to look back at him, but his hand came down hard against my upper back, and he pressed me harder against the floor as he slowly pulled out of my body.

I didn’t have time to think of what he was doing before he slammed into me so roughly that my own magic sparked in my vision.

His other hand dug into my hip, holding me in place as he fucked me roughly, and I reached my hands out farther. I dug my fingers into the stone before me, pain slicing through the tips, but I didn’t care.

I needed this as badly as he did.

I needed him to destroy the ghost of anyone else until I had no choice but to remember him and him alone.

“You are so perfect,” he growled from behind me, and my sex clamped down around him. “The gods made you for me. Made your body for me to worship.”

I clamped my eyes closed and my breath shook heavily from my chest.

“Mine,” he growled, and I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to hear the words as tears filled my eyes.

I needed him to claim me like this. I needed him to love me in this way that only he was capable of.

“You are mine,” he groaned as his body slammed into me again and again.

He reached forward, his fingers digging into my ribs, and he lifted me easily until my back was pressed against his chest. His knees widened between mine, forcing my legs farther apart, and he felt impossibly deep in this position as he continued to thrust up inside me.

His fingers moved to my sex, and he thrummed them against my sensitive nub. I cried out and wrapped my arm around the back of his neck.

“This is mine.” He slammed into me again, and he pinched my nub between his fingers. Pleasure bombarded me, and I cried out. “My beautiful girl.” He ran his teeth along my neck. “My perfect fucking mate.”

His other hand lifted, his fingers wrapping around my throat, and he pressed firmly on the sides of my neck as he thrust into me harder and harder.

I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t hold on to my pleasure as it raced through me. I was in Evren’s hands, and every part of me was his to control.

I could feel myself slipping over the edge, and he played my body perfectly. He was so in tune with my pleasure, and his hands on my sex and my throat became harsher as he helped me chase it.

“Give me what’s mine, Adara,” he murmured against my ear before his teeth ran along the shell. “Come for me.”

My sex clamped down around him, and I moaned his name over and over as he raced toward his own climax.

“Fuck.” The word was murmured against my neck as he thrust hard, and I felt him come deep inside me.

His hand softened on my throat, and I drank down breath after breath as I tried to calm my racing heart. He pressed a kiss against my neck before lazily moving to my shoulder. His hand rose, pressing against my jaw and turning me to face him.

His lips met mine, a slow, languish kiss, and some piece that Gavril had stolen seemed to slip back inside of me. “I love you, princess,” Evren murmured against my lips, and I could feel wetness coating my cheeks as tears rolled down my face.

“And I love you.”

“We’re okay.” His hands moved over my face gently. “We’re together, and we’re okay.”

I nodded even as the fear of our future started to creep its way into my thoughts. “But he’s not going to stop.”

Evren swallowed hard as he watched me. “I know, and we must prepare for this war that he’ll bring.”

That word from his mouth sent a chill down my spine.

“I’ve requested aid from the old fae kingdom across the sea, and our people are prepared to fight.”

“Is it true that Gavril’s men attacked the kingdom after I went with him?”

Evren hesitated for a long moment. “They did. The blood of ninety-four of our men and women will stain my brother’s hands for all eternity.”