Throne of Truth

by Pepper Winters

  My throat burned. “Christ, you’re so beautiful.”

  She shook her head. “You’re the beautiful one. Do you know that’s what made me say yes that night? I thought you were so pretty. I couldn’t say no.”

  “So you only agreed to sleep with me because of how pretty I am?” I kissed my way down her throat, adoring the way she shivered.

  “I said yes because even then I think my heart knew. You reminded me of him. You put your hands in your pockets like him. You had demons like him.”

  I didn’t doubt her. She could’ve cut off her long blonde hair, got piercings, indulged in tattoos, and put on weight, and I would still have recognized her.

  It was one of those serendipitous things that couldn’t be explained.

  Our kiss turned into a conversation on its own, rolling like waves on a beach, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, always rippling with power.

  Pushing my fingers through her hair, I breathed, “Know what I want to do more than anything?”

  “What?” Her head tipped back as I tugged the yellow-gold strands.

  “For the next twelve hours, I want to be inside you for as long as possible. I really, really need to fuck you, Elle. Who knows? Perhaps for the entire twelve hours, I’ll take you every way I can.”

  She shuddered, her arms tightening around my waist. “Do it. I miss having you inside me.”

  Electricity flowed from her to me, dragging me closer to the edge I’d almost fallen off before.

  “If I let go...I don’t know how controlled I’ll be.” My confession floated in the subspace we’d created, the soft protective bubble where no one could find us.

  She smiled beneath my kiss. “I love the sound of that.”

  I clung tight to the rest of my self-control, desperate to ask a few more questions. Learn a bit more about her. Imprint her further on my soul. But all I could think about was sex. I’d study her body tonight...but it wouldn’t be intellectual it would be entirely sexual.

  “I’m going to take away all your control. I’ll fuck you the way I want to fuck you. I’ll look after you while I ruin you. I’ll protect you while I hurt you—just like I promised that first night. I’ll take everything you have to give. We play rough. We love hard. We live every fucking fantasy.” I traced my hands up and down her spine, caressing her while forcing myself to stay gentle. “You came here tonight to sleep with me. Well, you’re at my mercy. Locked in a room with a convict. Completely helpless.”

  Fuck, I was turning myself on. My balls drew upward, hard as marble. My cock twitched, dying to put what I’d said into practice.

  “You’re mine, Elle. No more secrets. No more lies. You fuck me knowing entirely what you’re getting into.”

  She squirmed as if both aroused and scared, but her eyes glittered with lust so bright she incinerated me. “Penn...”

  Cupping her breast, I squeezing her softness. Memories that she’d been a virgin before I’d taken her almost made me snap. Knowing she’d only had me inside her and only ever would turned me on so much I almost climaxed as her hand cupped my cock.

  She moaned again as I pinched her nipple. “Do you want that?”

  Her head rolled back. “Yes. Very much.”

  “Yes to me possessing you?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do you say?” The precipice was there. I was about to fall. “Answer me.”

  “Please, Penn. Possess me. Do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

  “Fuck.” My mouth sealed over hers, preventing any more talking and setting fire to the rocket fuel that’d replaced our blood.

  She leaped into my arms. Her teeth nipped my lower lip; her tongue fought mine for dominance.

  She tried to win. But she never would.

  She was mine, and I’d spend all night teaching her that with fucking pleasure.

  Fisting her hair, I yanked her head back. My message about who was in charge was undeniable as her throat arched.

  She groaned long and low as I bit her neck, tossing her onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress, her legs parting and skirt hoisting up her thighs.

  A flash of nakedness bewitched me. I couldn’t control myself anymore.

  Hunger surged.

  I climbed over her, yanking at the tight tank. In one rip, I tore it over her head. Her pretty white bra stopped me from seeing what I wanted.

  It has to come off.

  Rolling her over, I undid the clasp and threw it across the room.

  It landed on the basket full of lube and condoms.

  Elle looked up as it crashed to the floor, spilling sex aids everywhere. She bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. Slowly, like a sexy vixen, she opened her legs, pulling her skirt high.

  I told her I’d be in charge but, goddammit, that one motion made me her slave for life.

  I panted as she revealed her pussy, glistening with need. I became hypnotized with lust, barely able to register words as she said, “I don’t think we’ll need the lube.”

  “Christ.” I slid off the bed, dragging her hips with me. The moment she was in licking distance, my mouth connected and my tongue speared inside her.

  Hot. Wet. Elle.

  She writhed on the bed, her fists grabbing at the sheets, her teeth biting at comforters. She whimpered as I inserted a finger then two, profanities hissing through clenched teeth.

  I loved that I could make her come undone so easily. How ready she was for me. How greedy.

  I could spend all night making her unravel, but there were other places to taste, touch, worship.

  Crawling up her body, I locked my teeth around her nipple followed by the heat of my mouth. She bowed upward, her hands sinking in my hair, her fingernails unsheathed as she threw her head back. “Oh, my God.”

  While I sucked on her breasts, my hands shoved down her skirt, tossing it over my shoulder.

  Naked.

  Beautiful fucking Elle was naked.

  And I’m not.

  Moving to her other breast, I bit gently as I pushed at the elastic green pants and disengaged her hold on my hair to tear the t-shirt over my head.

  The white boxer-briefs vanished next, leaving my cock bouncing with need and shining with pre-cum.

  Elle scrambled to her knees, pushing me hard.

  I fell backward in surprise, shocked at her aggression. She made a low sound of appreciation and hunger as her fingers latched around my cock, pumping me once.

  I bowed upward, almost coming from how good her tiny fingers were.

  But it was nothing compared to her mouth.

  I’d teased her in her office. I’d made her believe I’d force her to do something as intimate as blowing me. I would never have forced her to do something she didn’t want.

  But now...fuck, she wanted it.

  She wanted me.

  She had natural talent, sliding her tongue flat and long along my shaft, sucking hard until blood pressure throbbed in the tip. Her hands drifted low to cup my balls, rolling them gently—pressing at just the right spot to make stars twinkle in my eyes and my belly tighten, ready to explode.

  “No. Fuck, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I pushed her gently. “Not yet anyway.”

  Hooking my hands under her arms, I pulled her upward. We both groaned as our nakedness slid over one another. She spread her legs, straddling me, rubbing her wetness over my saliva-damp cock.

  Having her so fucking close. Having the heat of her, the knowledge I could be inside her in one quick move made me lose all sense of what creature I was and turned wild.

  I wanted to be inside her.

  I would make it happen.

  Now.

  Palming her back, I pushed her forward as my hips rocked backward. The tip of me nudged inside her.

  Elle sat up, pushing down, making my eyes snap shut, and my body turn into a weapon ready to fire.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted at the moon, at chocolate, at kisses in the park. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her half way down me. �
��Wait...condom.”

  She arched again, hollowing her back until her breasts stood proudly and in grabbing distance. “I’m on the pill. I brought some condoms with me...just in case you wanted to use—”

  I didn’t let her finish. Sitting up, I clutched her nape, dragged her mouth to mine and thrust up.

  I thrust so fucking hard, she cried inside my mouth. I embraced her with one arm while my other dropped to fist her breasts.

  I impaled her on me, and it was the best thing in the world. My brain short-circuited. I forgot about breathing and prison and court dates. She made me go to battle, putting me under siege as our bodies strained to dominate and claim.

  The bed rocked as I speared upward.

  I groaned as she sank downward.

  Our rhythm perfectly synced right from the start.

  Her hips moved forward and back.

  Mine shot upward and down.

  The combined motion made this the best sexual experience of my entire goddamn life.

  Flesh on flesh.

  Body on body.

  It was physical, but this time, it touched something spiritual, too. Opening my eyes, I latched onto hers. The blue turned black, full of rock pools and tidal waves, making me drown in her.

  I hadn’t been a monk while I’d been locked up. I’d serviced myself on regular occasions thanks to memories of that night at my place and the limo ride. But I was about to seriously embarrass myself.

  After three months apart, the tremors rippling through me couldn’t be denied any longer. Sexual deprivation only made my senses extra sharp. The scent of her lust. The taste of her kisses. The heat of her pussy.

  Fuck me...

  I’m gonna come.

  Reaching between us, I stroked Elle’s clit.

  “Oh, God.” Her entire body rippled with building pressure. Violent shivers hijacked her muscles. She tried to push my hand away, but I pressed harder.

  “Oh, oh...” Her face pinched into a grimace, chasing her orgasm just like I fought against mine.

  My legs burned with pleasure just waiting to shoot through me. My belly locked. My spine full of electricity.

  Her legs wrapped tight around my hips as I continued thrusting faster, harder, deeper.

  “Come, Elle. I need you to come.”

  A tortured moan trickled from her lips. Her hands landed on my shoulders, locking onto an anchor so I could take her deep into pleasure and know she could find her way back.

  I felt her release in her back first.

  She gasped as the first surge worked from her shoulder blades and down her spine. Her stomach tightened, her muscles trembling as the breaking orgasm fisted and milked me inside her. Her legs scissored, fighting the onslaught, but it was too late.

  One wave, two waves, three, four, five. On and fucking on, she came, giving me no choice but to join her.

  “Holy shit.” My climax made my eyes water. It squeezed my balls until I groaned in pain mixed with pleasure. My quads cramped. My cock spurted everything it could into the girl I would never let go.

  We jolted in each other’s arms as the last dregs of our orgasms left us boneless and breathing hard.

  With the softest smile, Elle curled into me, pressing kisses to my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  I thought I’d loved her before that. Before she showed such vulnerability, such trust, such affection.

  I was wrong.

  My heart swelled until it no longer fit inside me. All the mess, the lies, the uncertainty in our future couldn’t steal how fucking happy I was with my body inside hers and her kisses forever imprinted on my soul.

  Brushing my fingertips over her temples, cheeks, to her jaw, I tipped her head up so I could look at her. “I hate this. Being in here. Forced to stay away from you when I need you so damn much.”

  “I know. But you’re innocent. They’ll see that soon. And then you’re coming home with me.”

  I kissed her puffy sex-swollen lips not agreeing or disagreeing because as much as I hoped she was right...

  I had no idea if it would come true.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Elle

  THREE TIMES FOR almost three months.

  The second was in the shower with tepid water and threadbare towels, but my two toe-curling orgasms shattered the record for all other showers, making it the best I’d ever had.

  The third was lazy and sleepy, under the covers half-awake, half-dreaming, my back wedged to Penn’s front, his cock slipping between my legs and filling me effortlessly.

  We’d fallen asleep with him still inside me.

  And for the first time in years, I slept soundly in his arms. We didn’t have time to talk or share things we needed to know. We’d depleted ourselves by showing our love in physical form before the beauty of touch could be stolen from us.

  Our bodies reacquainted, our hearts pattered to the same rhythm, our minds synced into one frequency.

  At seven a.m., our wake-up call came in the form of a prison guard carrying a tray of scrambled eggs and over-cooked bacon with a cup of chocolate-covered strawberries.

  To have breakfast served in bed in jail would forever remain one of the most random experiences of my life.

  We stayed where we were. Unapologetic and tangled together beneath black sheets.

  The utensils were plastic, the crockery had seen better days, and the strawberries were slightly over-ripe, but it was the best breakfast we’d ever had.

  Who knew the Department of Corrections would forever hold a fond place in my heart as well as the most hated?

  We didn’t dally over eating, our anxiety levels steadily increasing with every tick of the clock. Our twelve hours were almost over. I would be forced to leave. Penn would be forced to say goodbye.

  Tears filled my eyes at the thought.

  I couldn’t do it.

  I didn’t have the capacity to walk away from him not knowing when we’d next be together.

  “Elle, don’t.” His finger caught a tear, rubbing it into my cheeks as if it’d never existed. His fingers smelled of chocolate and berry, adding a flavor to the already familiar one associated with him. It reminded me of the night he brought chocolate mousse to my apartment and took me on the couch. It granted so many memories eternally tangled with him.

  “You can’t.” His handsome face with soulful eyes and sharp jawline fractured with truth. “I won’t be able to say goodbye if you cry.”

  Another tear escaped.

  Tilting my chin, he licked it away then brought his mouth to mine.

  We kissed long. We kissed slow. We kissed to last us however many months until the next time we could.

  Pulling away, a mischievous smile spread his lips. “You know...we have time for one more.”

  “Lucky number four, huh?”

  I was sore. I was achy. I didn’t care in the slightest. I’d keep going forever if it meant I could keep him with me and not hand him back to the guards.

  He nodded, springing from the bed and yanking me into a kneeling position. “I think four is a good number, don’t you?” Grabbing me around the waist, he hoisted me from the mattress and planted me against the wall.

  The cold concrete bit into my bare ass, but I didn’t care at all as his lips found mine again and kissed me hungrily, violently—as if he could eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I’d never have to leave him.

  His cock pressed against my belly, grinding into me with unashamed sensual insanity. His hands slid down my body, cupping my ass as he lifted me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around his hips.

  Any second, a guard would come to remove me. Any moment, this would all be a dream. But I couldn’t think about that as Penn angled himself and sank inside me, inch by devouring, delightful inch.

  One hand remained on my hip as he sank all the way inside, rocking harder when he filled me as if he could climb deeper. His other hand crept to my breast, tweaking my sore nipple from a nighttime of pleasure, then fisted my hair
to hold my head exactly the way he wanted. He consumed my mouth with his. His hunger palatable—washing off him with droplets of needs.

  The unabashed way he desired me made the upcoming separation so incredibly painful.

  We’d wasted so much time when we could’ve been together. We’d lied and ruined, and who knew what the future held.

  Now, we were together and committed, but we weren’t permitted the freedom to consummate, grow, and find a home in this new relationship.

  How cruel. How unfair. How unjust.

  His thoughts must’ve been where mine were because he kissed me desperately. He kissed me savagely. We kissed as if we were starving. Our tongues fought, our teeth nipped, we became drunk on fucking with our bodies and our lips.

  He pounded into me, slamming me repeatedly against the wall. There was nothing gentle. Nothing kind about the slapping of our skin against skin.

  But my body ached and slicked, welcoming him to take me harder, faster.

  His teeth captured my ear, breathing hard. “Fuck, I love you. I love fucking you. I’ll never stop.”

  I trembled, undone by the circle of his hips and the frantic way we clawed at each other.

  The ferocity unbound me. The fury at not being allowed to be together made us rebels in our desire to consume each other.

  Perhaps, we did want to hurt each other. Perhaps, that was what our love was—forever tangled up with hate from past misconceptions. But God, it made for hot sex.

  “You’re going to make me come.” He sucked on my throat, deliberately marking me, branding me for the entire world to see when he couldn’t be there.

  I sank deeper onto him, trusting him entirely to support my weight while he drove me off the cliff. “Good because I’m going to come. God, I’m going to come.”

  The tingles were back. The stars, the streamers, the candy floss and fairy wings. They all vortexed in my belly, spiraling outward, clenching my core as bliss I’d forever associate with Penn wiped me out completely.

  I shuddered in his arms as I gave into the bands of pleasure.

  “Christ, you’ll be the death of me.” He gripped my thigh, sinking fingernails into flesh. “Don’t wash me away.”