“A challenge, fair lady? I’ll have you know all men are not made equal.”
“I’m very aware. And you’re forgetting that I have made a close and personal study of you. It’s why I know you like to be touched right… here.” Her fingers trailed over Brandth’s sensitive bare skin just above his hip bone. His entire body clenching in reaction.
“It seems the bell has been rung. Our bout of mayhem has commenced. To the victor, the spoils.” Brandth leaned down, capturing Perri’s soft full lips in a kiss. Wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in even closer. “You taste like summer berries.”
Perri gripped the edges of his shirt, pushing the material back, baring his upper body completely. His skin so soft, she wanted to explore every inch. And his kisses, as their lips met once more, made her head spin and her body burn. By the nine circles, his lips now leaving a trail of fire behind as he kissed the side of her throat, nuzzling his way down to her exposed shoulder. Somehow, thanks to Brandth’s magically talented fingers no doubt, her dress, at least the top few buttons, had come undone. Her breasts spilling out, his lips worshipping them.
Tugging her dress down a little further his hands lifted her breasts higher still. Capturing a rose coloured nipple in his mouth. Clamping his teeth down on it ever so slightly, that small ache sparking unfamiliar sensations.
Carnal need slammed through Perri. She didn’t care she was standing on a darkened balcony. That her breasts were exposed to the summer night air. Back arching, one of her hands sinking into Brandth’s gloriously thick silky hair.
“We should-”
Perri cut him off, pressing her lips against his. No talking. No more games. No more waiting. The buttons of his breeches came apart easily under her touch. Liking the groan in the back of his throat as she palmed his cock. His flesh so heated and hard, the head of his cock a little slick, Perri spreading that liquid down over his length, slowly, torturously. Brandth’s approving groan a little louder and deeper this time. Going up on tip toes she kissed him again, deeper, sliding her hand up and down the solid ready length of him a few more times before Brandth abruptly caught her wrist.
“You’ll undo me.” His other hand hiking up the skirts of Perri’s dress. Pushing all the material aside, his fingers running up her thigh, to her apex. Her underwear was lace, matching… well, it had matched her dress. Now it was just a torn scrap of material on the floor. Oh, Gods, Brandth had done that. His urgency and recklessness so very, very exciting.
Brandth covered Perri’s mouth with his own, pulling her in even closer as he lifted one of her legs, her knee coming to rest on the stone railing, her apex settling against the long length of his cock. She might have whimpered, the cad smiling, still kissing her, knowing what the feel of his heated flesh was doing to her. The friction felt so good, Perri pressing her clit even closer to that teasing hard rod.
Brandth broke their kiss for a moment. “You’re determined to undo me.”
“And you me.” Perri sank her fingers into that thick mane of silken hair, yanking his lips back down onto her own. Heartily approving as he lifted her higher, hugging her in closer, the head of cock settling at the entrance of her apex. Abruptly he surged upwards.
Perri revelled in a gamut of heady sensations as Brandth’s cock filled her. Clinging to him, never wanting this ride to end. Each forceful thrust causing her insides to quiver with delight. Little zings of heat rippling constantly throughout her body. She no longer cared about anything but the feel of Brandth’s hard cock plunging into her needy, greedy apex. It had been way too long since she had felt so completely and utterly alive as she did right at this moment.
Light flickered across them, the jugglers were tossing their fireballs high into the sky. Their gazes meeting, Brandth’s eyes filled with passion and something more… personal. He was looking at Perri as if she were the only woman in the world. And just for tonight she let herself believe in that fantasy.
Gifting him with a wicked smile. “Harder. I won’t break.” Gratified as Brandth tightened his hold on her and pumped into her with fresh vigour. She felt like a Goddess, worshipped, as his lips trailed blazing heated pathways over her throat, her shoulders, returning to her lips again and again. As if she were nectar and he needed her to live.
Somehow Perri managed to hook her other leg around Brandth’s waist, the angle allowing him to plunge deeper still into her core. It was too much, and yet exactly what she needed. A growl of approval leaving her, causing Brandth to laugh under his breath.
Perri didn’t know how long they had been rutting; moments, minutes, hours. She was already dreading the rising sun. Her whole body clenching as a wash of pink light filled the heavens.
“Damn… the fireworks.”
Oh, crud. Every eye would be looking upwards. Perri bit back a scream as Brandth abruptly lurched towards the doors of the wide open balcony, carrying her with him, still inside her. It was scary. Had they been seen?
Her back thudding up against a bookcase just inside the small library, Brandth’s cock surging into her at the same time. Their eyes met again as splashes of colourful lights spilled into the room, followed by the sounds of fireworks exploding. Brandth was grinning, he was insane. What if someone… everyone, had seen them?
He pistoned into her core again. Heady sensations slamming back through Perri, sweeping away her fears and perhaps her sanity. Because what did it matter if they had been seen? Who would care? Except perhaps Regal, and the thought of rubbing salt into his festering wounds made her laugh out loud.
A book fell, and then a second, Perri clutching at Brandth, encouraging him on. Yes. The heat inside her quickly returning to a scalding level, yet she wanted to burn hotter, brighter. The friction of Brandth’s cock throwing fresh fuel on the fire within her. Yet, she wanted… more.
And it was like Brandth read her mind, as he hefted her higher with one arm, whilst at the same time shoving aside the full skirts of her dress with his other hand. Reaching between them even as he continued to thrust deeply into her core. His canny fingers coming to rest on her slick clit. Perri biting her lip so she wouldn’t beg for her release. But then Brandth proceeded to flick the highly sensitive nub. Once. Twice. She whimpered, that felt so good… then he pinched the tip for just a split second and it was like the fireworks outside exploded inside Perri. A blazing wave of heat sweeping through her, sizzling her blood and stealing her breath. Yes.
Two thrusts more had Brandth half groaning, half shouting his own release, in what sounded suspiciously like her name. By the nine circles. The two of them fighting for breath. Brandth’s cock withdrawing from Perri’s body. His sweaty forehead coming down to rest against hers. Their breath finally slowing and matching.
“That was… fun.”
For some reason she sensed he’d intended to use a different descriptive word, changing his mind at the last moment.
“Long live mayhem.” She accepted his help, her feet finally touching the ground. Brandth helping to steady her. It was a good thing too, as her knees were as wobbly as those of a day old colt.
“Turn around.”
She didn’t even think about questioning his instruction. “What are you doing?” Trying to look back over her shoulder. He was playing with the buttons of her dress. Doing them up? Was the night over already? Disappointment searing through Perri momentarily before she realised that her dress had been loosened completely. She fought the urge to clutch at it. Gods, the man had just been inside her, the time for modesty was long gone. Resolutely she let the material fall away, turning to face him. Only the dim light from the mantle lanterns casting any illumination now. Taking a deep breath she met his gaze boldly, unapologetically. She was a woman on the cusp of thirty, a mother, a full time healer, this was her body and if he didn’t approve…
“You’re a hundred times more wickedly enticing without the dress. A dream made flesh.”
