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Her first inclination was to hold him tight, just feel him next to her, inside her—but she didn’t get the chance before he began to deliver deep, pounding strokes that reached her very core. There was nothing but
 
him
 
in that moment, filling her up, making of her something new, raising her to an entirely new plane. She lifted her hips to meet every hot plunge and take him into her as far as possible.

“I want to make you come,” he growled, his breath hot, his eyes like that of a ferocious animal.

And with that, he rolled them both in the bed without ever letting their bodies part, until he lay on his back and she straddled his hips. “Oh!” she cried at the deeper sense of impact.

And then her body took over. There was no thought, only the sensual grind, the physical abandon that led her up, up, toward that sweetest of peaks.

Her blue gown pooled around them both, but Garon kneaded her breasts through the thin fabric, fueling her fevered desire. He pinched her nipples, squeezed the ample flesh around them, stroked strong thumbs over the jutting points in such a way that the silk between them added to the sizzle of friction there. “More,” she pleaded.

She had no idea how he could know exactly what she wanted just from that one word, but he did. Pulling the string above her breasts, the fabric loosened until he drew it from her shoulders, freeing her breasts. She leaned over him, loving the way his mouth opened, waiting for her to lower her beaded nipple. As his lips closed over the turgid peak, she said, “Suck me hard,” and he did, in rhythm with her movements, the hot strokes pushing her higher, higher. The pleasure echoed through breasts and pussy, taking her over, drowning any other thought but that of orgasm.

And then it broke—hot and hard and overwhelming because this time she knew it was filled with love. “I love you, Garon, I love you,” she cried as the heat radiated through her in those hot, delectable waves. “I love you!”

“I want you in a new way now, princess,” he said from below her, his voice dark, low.

Something in the suggestion made her lips tremble. She should have been worried about a hundred other things—like someone finding him here, like her impending marriage to Ogran—yet the shadowy quality in his words made her wonder, whatever new he had in mind for her, could she bear it? Would she love it? Surely, if Garon wanted it, she would—yet what if she did not? “What new way?” she whispered.

He pulled her down close, their bodies still connected, and whispered hotly in her ear. “I want to put my cock in your perfect little ass.”

She drew in her breath as her pussy seized with desire. She knew his fingers, in that area, had brought her great pleasure, and she remembered once, in the very beginning, that Baelor had mentioned Garon fucking her ass—but what would that be like?  “Will…will it fit?”

She felt his smile more than saw it. “I will
 
make
 
it fit, Laela. And you will scream with pleasure, so loud that we will give thanks these walls are made of stone.” He

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chuckled in her ear and she returned the giggle, suddenly anxious to try, anxious to  experience what he wanted to give her.

“Do it,” she said warmly. “Fuck my ass.”

She rolled off of him in the bed and he positioned himself behind her, kneeling  between her parted knees. “Oh Laela,” he said, kneading her bare bottom, her gown in  a crush of silk at her waist now. “So pretty, so round.”

She lay on her belly, head propped on her stacked hands, and licked her lip as the  sensation of his touch in that sensitive region—as well as the vision in her head of what  he saw and how much he seemed to like it—amplified her passion. On impulse, she  arched her ass a bit higher for him, making him groan.

And then came his finger, stroking the fissure there, stroking, stroking, making her  sigh with unimaginable pleasure. “Oh, I could come just from that,” she said,  wondering if she really could.

He gave a low, heated laugh. “Maybe you will before it’s done, princess.”

With that, he dipped the tip of one finger inside, making her cry out, then smoothly  slid it deeper.

The insertion forced her to pull in her breath at the unusual pleasure it delivered.  She bit her lip, trying to grow accustomed to it, then soaking it in, simply enjoying.  “Oh—oh Garon, I truly think I will. I truly think I shall come like this.”

Another dark chuckle sounded behind her as he bent to lower a soft, sensual bite to  her shoulder. “You are delectable, my princess.”

The sentiment ran through her like a warm, thick drink. “Fuck me now, Garon.  Fuck my ass. Show me what it feels like.”

She didn’t complain, however, when he didn’t extract his finger right away. For  instead, he began to move it in and out vigorously, making her sob and moan with the  dark pleasure. She moved against it, meeting the thrusts, unwittingly rubbing her  mound against the fur bedcovering at the same time. “Oh Garon,” she purred, caught  up in the delight. “Yes, Garon, so good.”

“More now, princess,” he said, his voice deep as the night as he withdrew his finger  and pressed the tip of his cock to her anus.

“Oh!” Just
 
that
 
was amazing. Logistically, it seemed impossible for his tremendous  shaft to enter her there, but at the same time, she wanted this desperately. “More, my  lover, more.”

He answered by pushing, prodding. It stretched her painfully and she let out a cry of distress, but added just as quickly, “Don’t stop. I need you there. Keep going.” She remembered another time when a burst of pain had led to the most delicious of pleasures.

He didn’t reply, but she heard his heavy breath at her back, felt the incredible pressure of his rhythmic pushes against that tiny opening. She tried to focus on relaxing, both her mind and her body, so that her flesh would welcome him. And for a

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brief time, truly, it felt as if her body was being split apart by the power of his rigid  cock, but then slowly, slowly, the fissure began to respond and he pushed slightly  inside.

“Oh yes!” she cried, shocked at the sensation. So full, tight. Amazing and strange.

But he wasn’t done yet, pushing more, stretching her farther and farther—long  moments of gritting her teeth through a pain that was pleasure and a pleasure that was  pain—until suddenly his cock slid deep, sinking home, filling her impossibly full.

“Oh Ares! Oh!”

His hands closed firm on her bare arms as his chest warmed her back. “I am in your ass now, princess. Deep inside you.”

She pulled in her breath, let it back out, tried to breathe normally. But the sensation was overwhelming. Despite the summer heat, cold chills ran the length of her body at a union she might have once imagined impossible, maybe even
forbidden
 
in some way—yet now she knew it was the most fitting thing in the world to interlock her body with  Garon’s in yet another amazing way.

She’d gone still to let him enter her, but now she slowly, instinctively lifted against him.

He groaned. “Ares, yes.”

Very gently, he began to move, pulling out just a little, then pushing back in. The moan that left her came from deep inside. And when she met the slow thrusts, her clit brushed against the fur underneath her.

Each of Garon’s strokes came a little longer than the last, a little firmer. She’d never felt so thoroughly penetrated by him before, so very under his control, and so very overwhelmed by the sheer power of it. She clenched her teeth in a hard pleasure that became the biggest part of her. That pleasure seemed to vibrate outward—not only through her pussy and breasts, but to the tips of her fingers and toes, even pulsing through her neck and head. Faster and faster he thrust, and she met each, driving her ass back against him—for there was no more pain now, only deep enveloping pleasure.

Still harder and more intensely he pummeled her—until a bit of pain returned, but it was good, so good. She wanted all of it, everything he had to give.

She cried out, suffering sensation everywhere, letting it consume her. Nothing existed outside of this room, even outside of her body. She closed her eyes, saw swirling colors, clawed her fingers into the fur, met his strokes, met them hard, and in between each let her pussy brush teasingly against the fur bedcovering.

Pleasure came from every direction, even more when his hands dug beneath her, cupping her breasts, her sensitive nipples catching between his fingers.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
 
The thought pounded through her with each stroke, but she could no longer form words. She sobbed. Screamed. Too much pleasure. How could she take any more? His big cock so tight in her ass, her pussy rubbing so hard now, insistent, against the bed.
 
Fuck me. Fuck me.

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And then—oh! Sweet, hot orgasm. Bursting over her. Drowning her in the heat, in the impossible pleasure. She screamed her ecstasy, over and over, until behind her  Garon groaned, “Ares, I’m coming, princess! I’m coming in your ass!”

Brutal strokes connected with her nether regions as he spilled his seed inside her, and then they went still, both exhausted, Laela nearly forgetting where she was,
 
who
 
she

was.

Until she glanced up at the window. The
 
open
 
window, letting the moonlight pour over them. “Garon,” she said quickly. “The window. It’s open.”

He still lay atop her, inside her. “Mmm.”

“I’ve been screaming,” she reminded him.

He only chuckled, lost in post-orgasmic peace. “Just as I promised.”

“Someone surely heard. Especially toward the end. I was so loud.”

Behind her, his body tensed as he finally understood. “Ares,” he bit off.

“You have to get out of here.”

“Come with me, Laela,” he pleaded, hurriedly rising off of her, leaving her ass to feel oddly ajar as he pulled out.

She ignored the strange sensation and rolled to her back. “No, Garon, I can’t! I can’t risk being caught with you. He’ll kill you! Now go! Before it’s too late!”

His eyes went steely as he stepped into the thick shaft of moonlight. “Then I’ll be back.”

Sitting up, she punched one fist into the bed next to her. “No! You will be put to

death and I couldn’t bear it.”

“
I
 
cannot bear the idea of you married to some old man who will not cherish you as  you should be!”

Outside, she heard the sounds of men walking, shuffling. “Came from this way,”  someone said. Drat it all—they
 
had
 
heard!

Thrusting her arms back into the short sleeves of her sleeping gown, she leapt from  the bed and grabbed Garon’s wrist, dragging him to the door. “Don’t come again—it’s  too dangerous!”

“Meet me,” he insisted.

“What?”

“Tomorrow night, in the breezeway with the white columns. Donnell said it was  the easiest way in, so it’s also the easiest way out.”

She pulled in her breath impatiently. Time was too short for this. “But I’m locked in  this room.”

“You cannot get someone to let you out?”

She sighed, still trying to rush him along. “Maybe.”

“If you are not there at midnight, I’ll come back
 
here
, to your room.”

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“No, Garon.”

“We’ll escape the fortress grounds and then we can be together.”

“But they will find me. Myrtell is too close.”

“You’re right. We’ll leave Myrtell.”

“Fine, then. Now go! Hurry. All that matters now is getting you out of here before  it’s too late. And you must re-latch my door!”

Her last glimpse of him held sparkling blue eyes and his usual wicked smile. “I’ll  see you at midnight, princess.”

As she heard him bar the door behind him, Laela nearly pounced into bed, reaching  to retie the front of her gown. Moments later, the door burst back open and her father  rushed in, followed by two guards, each carrying a torch. “Laela!”

She shot upright, trying to look frightened—which wasn’t difficult under the  circumstances. “What? What’s going on?”

Her father’s expression shone grim with concern. “The guards said they heard  screams coming from the direction of your window.”

She hoped the glow of sex didn’t shimmer on her face, or that the smell of intimacy  didn’t hang in the air. “Perhaps I was having a nightmare,” she replied pointedly. “A  nightmare of being dragged off to the mountains with an old man.”

She let her gaze pierce her father’s coldly, but inside she still basked in the pleasure  that had been far more like a dream than a nightmare. Garon had come for her! Garon  loved her!

She wished she could have left with him, but she refused to risk his life that way.  And as for tomorrow night, well—she’d deal with that then. For now, his love would be enough to keep her going.