The Book of G

by Lily Archer

“I ran away, didn’t I?” She cups my face, and this time I let her. “I refused my fate, the one my father chose for me, and I left. I went out into the human world looking for my destiny.” She steps closer, her warmth like a touch. “And then I found you.” On her tiptoes, she tilts my face down to hers and kisses me. I drop my sword, grab her ass, and lift her, pinning her against the door as I take her mouth. Not slow and sweet, anything but. I need her to feel my claim, to know I’ll never let that twatty ponce touch her, much less marry her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I grip her hair, pulling roughly and angling my mouth over hers. Her moan rolls through my chest, my body still tensed, still ready to fight. I press against her and feel the curves of her breast, the heat between her thighs. She’s intoxicating, the most heavenly creature I’ve ever come across. And she’s fucking mine. I pull her from the door and carry her to the bed. She gasps as I grip her pants and yank them down. “G, we can’t.” “Why not?” I’m already freeing my cock. She licks her lips, her gaze on me as I stroke myself. “B-because—” “That’s what I thought.” I strip her panties, then spread her legs. “Tell me you want me, Charlie. You want us.” I pull up her shirt, her hard nipples taunting me as I take one in my mouth. “I-I—” She moans as I bite down on the hard peak, my cock rubbing against her wet slit. “Tell me.” “I want you.” She buries her fingers in my hair, and I slide inside her. “Fuck...