shore.
Edward put his hand to the bead resting against her labia, and he eased the second from inside her. She was making a series of shuddering, gasping cries at this point, unable to breathe without making a noise. The next bead slid from inside her, and she bucked her hips helplessly. By the time he slid the final bead from her quim, Nessa could no longer tell if she were climaxing or only riding one long wave of ecstasy that didn't seem to end. There were no dips, no valleys, only a series of higher and higher peaks. Edward shoved his cock inside her, fucking roughly, but she was so wet, so open, so ready, it only made her push back against him at once. Her hands slid on the polished wood as he thrust so hard he moved her entire body. He grunted, fingers pulling her hair again. Nessas cries eased as her climax dipped and softened. Only for a moment, however, as in the next she felt him tug the final adornment.
Edward fucked his prick inside her, hard, even as he pulled out the first bead. The dual sensation, of being filled and emptied at the same time, left her too breathless for even a scream. All she could do was breathe.
Her first climax had overwhelmed her, sent her tumbling. It had not yet ended when this new sensation sent her soaring again. A thrust, a tug, and as his thrust became faster, harder, pounding into her slick passage, he released the final bead and she came again, moaning and shivering.
Edward let out a shout and thrust once more, so hard he moved the desk and her hands slid again on the wood. His fingers released her hair and returned to the back of her neck. He pumped a bit, slowly, and then bent forward to kiss her shoulder blade. His shirt felt smooth on her bare skin, and she realized he'd done no more than open his trousers to take her. For some reason, this made her smile. Then laugh, the sound hoarse from her abused vocal chords, but recognizable.
He kissed her shoulder again and withdrew. She let out a murmur of protest. She wasn't sure she could move.
And then, she didn't have to, for Edward put an arm under her shoulders and one beneath her thighs, and he picked her up and carried her to bed, where he tucked her between clean, cool sheets, and she slept.
Chapter 7
Cillian was calmer than Edward had seen him in a very long time. The Prince of Firth reclined on the chaise lounge, his shirt unlaced at the throat, his jacket tossed without ceremony into the corner. He'd unbound his hair and the autumn-leaf waves tumbled over his shoulders and gleamed in the light of the fire. He sighed, sounding so deeply content that Edward chuckled.
Cillian looked up. "I amuse you?"
Edward shook his head. "I'd never have thought to see the day when you, my lord, were worn out from playing cards."
"Not merely cards, dear one." Cillian's lips tipped. "Cards with Lady Larissa. That woman is a harpy."
Edward glanced through the open doors toward the next room, where Ladies Larissa, Marvina, and Sentinell laughed at the antics of Alaric and the other lords Cillian had brought with him.
"James and Persis are amusing them." Edward took a long drink from his mug of spiced hard cider. "And Larissa is laughing quite heartily at Alaric." Cillian sat up in his chair to follow Edward's gaze. "At least he seems contented in his role, which is more than I can say for you. When are you going to come back to me, Edward? I miss you."
"I haven't gone away, my lord."
Cillian sniffed. "You've known me for how long?"
"Six years in school. Five since then. Eleven total." Edward watched the activity in the other room as James and Persis acted out what he'd have guessed to be the Follies'
Uprising, based on the tablecloths they'd thrown over their heads.
"For Kedalya!" Cried Persis, tearing off the makeshift veil and miming stabbing a shocked-looking Alaric. "Rise, sisters, rise!"
This set Larissa and her companions into gales of silly giggles that made Cillian wince. He got up and went to the double pocket doors and
Edward put his hand to the bead resting against her labia, and he eased the second from inside her. She was making a series of shuddering, gasping cries at this point, unable to breathe without making a noise. The next bead slid from inside her, and she bucked her hips helplessly. By the time he slid the final bead from her quim, Nessa could no longer tell if she were climaxing or only riding one long wave of ecstasy that didn't seem to end. There were no dips, no valleys, only a series of higher and higher peaks. Edward shoved his cock inside her, fucking roughly, but she was so wet, so open, so ready, it only made her push back against him at once. Her hands slid on the polished wood as he thrust so hard he moved her entire body. He grunted, fingers pulling her hair again. Nessas cries eased as her climax dipped and softened. Only for a moment, however, as in the next she felt him tug the final adornment.
Edward fucked his prick inside her, hard, even as he pulled out the first bead. The dual sensation, of being filled and emptied at the same time, left her too breathless for even a scream. All she could do was breathe.
Her first climax had overwhelmed her, sent her tumbling. It had not yet ended when this new sensation sent her soaring again. A thrust, a tug, and as his thrust became faster, harder, pounding into her slick passage, he released the final bead and she came again, moaning and shivering.
Edward let out a shout and thrust once more, so hard he moved the desk and her hands slid again on the wood. His fingers released her hair and returned to the back of her neck. He pumped a bit, slowly, and then bent forward to kiss her shoulder blade. His shirt felt smooth on her bare skin, and she realized he'd done no more than open his trousers to take her. For some reason, this made her smile. Then laugh, the sound hoarse from her abused vocal chords, but recognizable.
He kissed her shoulder again and withdrew. She let out a murmur of protest. She wasn't sure she could move.
And then, she didn't have to, for Edward put an arm under her shoulders and one beneath her thighs, and he picked her up and carried her to bed, where he tucked her between clean, cool sheets, and she slept.
Chapter 7
Cillian was calmer than Edward had seen him in a very long time. The Prince of Firth reclined on the chaise lounge, his shirt unlaced at the throat, his jacket tossed without ceremony into the corner. He'd unbound his hair and the autumn-leaf waves tumbled over his shoulders and gleamed in the light of the fire. He sighed, sounding so deeply content that Edward chuckled.
Cillian looked up. "I amuse you?"
Edward shook his head. "I'd never have thought to see the day when you, my lord, were worn out from playing cards."
"Not merely cards, dear one." Cillian's lips tipped. "Cards with Lady Larissa. That woman is a harpy."
Edward glanced through the open doors toward the next room, where Ladies Larissa, Marvina, and Sentinell laughed at the antics of Alaric and the other lords Cillian had brought with him.
"James and Persis are amusing them." Edward took a long drink from his mug of spiced hard cider. "And Larissa is laughing quite heartily at Alaric." Cillian sat up in his chair to follow Edward's gaze. "At least he seems contented in his role, which is more than I can say for you. When are you going to come back to me, Edward? I miss you."
"I haven't gone away, my lord."
Cillian sniffed. "You've known me for how long?"
"Six years in school. Five since then. Eleven total." Edward watched the activity in the other room as James and Persis acted out what he'd have guessed to be the Follies'
Uprising, based on the tablecloths they'd thrown over their heads.
"For Kedalya!" Cried Persis, tearing off the makeshift veil and miming stabbing a shocked-looking Alaric. "Rise, sisters, rise!"
This set Larissa and her companions into gales of silly giggles that made Cillian wince. He got up and went to the double pocket doors and
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