Knightqueen (Oronis Knights #3)

“Come, my queen.”

She imploded with a sharp cry. Her vision blurred, the intense pleasure pulsing through her. Her spine arched and she wound her leg around his broad back.

When she came back to reality, her chest was heaving. Pleasure still shimmered through her.

Sten knelt between her legs, his lips glistening. Her belly contracted.

Heat and need were on his face, glowing in his green eyes.

Reflected in his hard erection.

It was dark and thick, fluid gleaming on the swollen head.

She held out a hand to him.

He hesitated.

“I’m not your queen now, Thorsten. I’m just a woman asking the man she loves to touch her. To be with her and show her pleasure, and take his own pleasure in return.”

He made a deep sound, then covered her body with his. He was so hard. Pure muscle.

He nudged her thighs apart with his. She felt small, but not scared. She was never scared with Sten.

He kissed her roughly.

Then she felt his hand between her thighs. He stroked her and she gasped. The head of his cock rubbed along her folds.

Her hips surged up. Yes. Right there.

“Patience,” he said. “I’m big, and you’re not.”

“I need you inside me. Now.”

With a groan, the head of his cock nudged her folds, and he sank inside her the smallest amount.

She gripped his biceps and felt a flush of nerves.

“You can take me.” His voice was guttural.

“I know.” She bit his jaw. “Make me yours, Sten. I want to belong to you.”

His jaw was tight. He was still fighting for control. He was always caring for her.

“Don’t hold back, Sten.”

“I’ve wanted you forever.” He thrust forward, lodging his cock deep inside her.

She let out a sharp cry, felt a brief sting of pain. But then it was replaced by a deep ache. The sensation of being stretched and full.

Sten was inside her.

Filling her.

Joining them.

“Carys, sweetness,” he panted. “Stars. So tight, warm.”

“Don’t you dare hold back.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his ass.