20
CRAVINGS
Ryther
I would have considered myself a patient person before her. Before the thing inside me changed me. Or maybe simply before fully realizing that this girl is meant to be mine, and seeing her dead on the floor.
Now I'm all cravings, all desire, and all immediate gratification. It's a struggle to restrain myself for so long, but at last I see my chance, just as we leave the council. Darina let the lords rise and exit the room first. When she stands to follow, with Loch, Valdred, and my brother, I join them, and take her wrist at the door.
Loch, nosy puck that he is, lift a questioning brow.
"I'll speak with the queen now, if you don't mind," I quip.
My brother rolls his eyes. "I'm sure much will be discussed."
The smug trio mocks me, but more importantly, they all leave.
Finally.
"What was?—"
My mouth is on her before she manages another word, my hands tugging, pulling at the annoyingly taut fabric, needing it off her. But of course Loch had her wrapped in the kind of gown that takes expert hands to remove, and I don't have the patience for that sort of thing now, so I lift the fabric.
"I've been dying to do thissince you madeValmort submit, you tease. That made me want to donastythings to you."
"Humiliation does it for you, huh?" she teases.
"Apparently," I chuckle against her throat. "Though I'd say my kink seems to be competence. I've been hard through the entire council session."
"Really?" She seems genuinely surprised. "You seemed so collected. Weren't you mad when I made you get the drinks? We'd discussed it, but it was strange, wasn't it?"
"I don’tcareif you make me fetch wine or even sweep the floor so long as you know who will fuck you until you can’t walk," I retort.
Without further ado, I'm pushing her into the table, my pants around my hips, and she's moaning as I shove into her, thrusting hard.
Fuck, she's tight and hot anddrenched. My eyes roll in my skull. So, so good.
There's very little art to the way I take her, bent down over the wood, rutting her fast and hard, my hand palming her breasts, pushing the fabric down to get to it.
There's also no violence to it. The hatred directed towards her is absent, in light of everyone else who wishes to hurt her around us. It’s been overridden by my urge to protect her.
I'm starting to understand the Undoing—part of it at least. He's not the All's enemy at all, is he?
"That's it, queenling," I grunt as her walls start to clamp around me. "Come for me. Come with me."
She muffles a groan, and I capture her hands in mine, flattening them on the wooden table.
"Let me hear you," I demand, craving it.
It's hardly wise. We're not alone in this castle, and the lords and ladies aren't fond of our union. But I want her sounds all the same. I want to hear her scream my name.
"Please!"
"Anything. You can have anything."
I circle her to reach her clit, withdrawing my wet cock all the way, only to plunge it back into her tight asshole. I know just how much she loves it there.
Two fingers curving in her cunt, I screw her ass, with increasing speed and force. Neither of us are coherent. My cock dips in her wet holes, two thrusts in the ass, another three in her pussy, and back and forth, until at long last, she's clenching my fingers and soaking me. I come so, so hard inside her ass, running my hands all over her, then hugging her close.
