The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,63

up at my entrance.

You're going to have sex, I thought suddenly, stilling beneath him.

Finally, the Hunger seemed to answer.

I was still lax with surprise as Cosmo started to press inside me with short thrusts, my lips parting on a sigh.

"Bryony," Cosmo breathed against my lips. "Have I—ungh—have I mentioned how glad I am to be Chosen?"

I smiled and my breath caught at the next thrust. It was intense. It was as if he were filling more than just my cunt, as if he was there in my chest too, my throat, in my head. Not painful, but foreign and unfamiliar, growing heavier by the second.

Cosmo's thumb stroked my cheek, drawing my eyes to his. "Too much?" Before I could answer, his free hand fit between us, rolling over my clit and turning pressure into craving.

I moaned and shook my head, lifting my hips, both of us crying out as he slid deeper. The more he played his finger over that spot, the more it was impossible for me to stay still. I squeezed him inside of me, rocked beneath him, held him tight in my arms and whined, pleading his name for more. There was pinching and strain, but there was also simmering heat and flashing pleasure, reminding where this all led. Cosmo fell into me, hips finally striking against mine, pinning my legs open as he began to thrust in earnest.

"Bryony."

"Don't stop," I answered quickly, voice strangled, as if by taking Cosmo into me I'd lost room for myself. I didn't care, I wanted more of him.

Cosmo hunched, making more room for his hand to work me into a new frenzy and allowing his mouth to travel up and down my neck, sucking and marking me, and then even to my breasts, pulling my nipple between his lips and biting down.

The Hunger surged, and I pulled my hands off his skin, pressing them back into the earth above my head. Cosmo knew my body better than I did, shifting his hips to reach that place inside of me he'd found earlier with his fingers. I cried out at the stab of crushing pleasure that shook me with every nudge of him over that place. Someone would hear me like this, might even come and witness us.

I hope it's Owen, I thought, wondering what it would be like to have Owen's hands and mouth on me as Cosmo fucked me.

And with that image passing through me, I came again, light flaring behind my eyes. Water from the pond licked at my toes until Cosmo pulled my legs up around his waist, his slow and steady thrust growing rough and slapping.

"Yes!" I gasped, my eyes flying wide to stare between us. "Am I—are you—"

"I'm here, I have you," Cosmo said, brow furrowed and grin tense, his focus on his own movements. "You're going to come again, little muse. I want to feel you squeezing around me once more before I finish."

He could make me come a thousand times for all I cared. I bit my lip and tried an experimental clench around his length, and Cosmo groaned and laughed.

"That's not fair," he gasped, his rutting against me pushing me through the grass, his own hips following eagerly. "Focus on the Hunger, Bryony."

"But—"

"Push it to the water next," he said. And then his arms circled my hips and he held me so tight, I thought I might burst as he fucked me with wild enthusiasm.

I couldn't think about the Hunger, I was made of it, writhing in Cosmo's arms as it surged through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as I cried out, our bodies seeming to tie together as we connected. Whatever came next, orgasm or Hunger or something new, seemed to go on and on. Cosmo's breath was panting on my neck, his own voice clear and aching in my ear. I lost our edges, unaware of where I started and ran into him, there was just a drowning sensation that I welcomed, vaguely aware of his instructions before it started.

The pond. I groaned and tensed, pushing the feeling toward the water, and Cosmo shuddered, heat blooming sweetly inside of me. Kisses pressed to my jaw, and my body jostled as Cosmo rolled us.

Clarity came back slowly, my face pressed to Cosmo's throat, breaths hiccuping. Our skin was sticky with sweat, and I grimaced, irritated by the presence of my wet shift still clinging to me. Cosmo chuckled, sitting up with me over his lap, and helped me out of