He bites back a grin. “I’m not finished with my inspection.”
I trace the scar on his shoulder from the cut he sustained during the camp attack.
“You’ve healed nicely.”
“Thanks to your ministrations.”
I put six stitches in him before he left that night.
“I’d better check to make sure the rest of your injuries healed.”
He smirks as I remove his undershirt—with his assistance. From there, it’s a quick process of unbuckling belts and pushing down fabric. With our boots kicked off, we tumble onto the tippy, narrow cot, naked.
“This is no place for my first time with a princess,” he comments. For balancing purposes, Tovian is on the bottom, with me straddling his thighs. I have the ragged blanket wrapped around my shoulders. More and more of my hair is escaping the braid with each passing second.
“Considering where we met, this seems about right.”
Honestly, at this point I don’t care where we do it. I just want to get on with it.
“You should have a real bed, at least.”
“We could wait until we get to River Bend,” I say sweetly.
Tovian groans and pulls me down, devouring me with hot kisses down my neck. His hands are hot and insistent at my breasts. I’m already wet and wanting, so I take him and slick his head along my center.
His palm moves to the small of my back. He stills as I press down, a gasp escaping my lips. He fills me completely. I bite my lower lip and ease the pressure, trying to adjust to his size. Tovian’s blunt fingers dig into my hip.
I exhale and sink down again, this time seating myself fully. There’s an edge of discomfort, but I’ve needed this. Badly.
“Okay?” he grits out.
“Yeah. You?”
A laugh ghosts pasts his lips. “I fan-fucking-tastic.”
“Great.” I adjust, placing my hands on his muscular shoulders. “Let’s do this.”
He grips my hips, but lets me set the pace. Honestly, if he’d climbed on top of me and taken control, this could easily have been the worst sex of my life. It’s quite the opposite.
Tovian lets me get accustomed to him before taking over. He strokes my clit with his thumb, circling it in time with the movement of my hips.
I come, my back and thighs stiffening, eyes fluttering closed, and nails digging into his shoulders.
“Good little princess,” he says, low and throaty, before easing me off his cock and bringing me alongside his front. I’m not limp and boneless yet, but judging from the molten heat in his eyes, I will be.
Part of this doesn’t feel real. He doesn’t feel real.
“Sometimes I think you’re a fantasy.”
“How so?” Tovian enters me from behind. He drapes my top thigh over his and reaches down to circle my clit.
“Did I conjure you to cope with the danger of this summer?”
“That’s how you know for sure I’m real.”
He rocks forward, supporting my leg with his. I don’t have to do anything, though I try, angling my ass backwards so he can have free movement. “I’m not following, Tovi.”
“If the bad is real, then the good is, too. They’re inextricable. Like we are.”
