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“I want to tell you so many lies.” Cardan practically growls into Jude’s ear, his hot breath causing her to shiver before his lips began to kiss down her neck reverently. His hands skim over her skin, slowly moving down her sides and settling against her waist. His grip was just tight enough to hold Jude in place. Jude’s never been this bare before someone, and gods forbid her inexperience be another thing Cardan could taunt over her. She was fighting back the sinful noises in her throat as Cardan’s mouth moved down to her collarbone, sucking on the oddly tender skin.
“So quiet, my darling nemesis,” Cardan murmurs against her skin, his gold-rimmed eyes blown wide as he watches Jude bite down on her lip, slightly swollen from their previous kisses, “Have you lost your fire?”
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you” Jude chants, over and over again, mimicking cardan’s earlier request as it's the only words she can find to give him. She swore he purred into the kiss against her collarbone. His tongue trailed up the frantic pulse in her neck, and Jude cursed herself for tipping her head back to give him more access.
Cardan’s eyes were trained onto Jude’s face as he nipped and sucked on a particularly sensitive strip of her neck. Jude choked out a strangled noise.
“You lie,” Cardan murmured against her skin, pausing to graze his teeth over the blooming bruise, “so much, my sweet villain.”
Jude bit down on her lip again, trying to silence the foul noises threatening to escape her. Cardan moved up to nip at her earlobe, his breath hot against her, “ Don’t do that, sweet Jude. I want to hear what all I can make you do.”
She was fucked. Pinned beneath Cardan while he nips and sucked at her skin like she were a feast. Any sense of dignity was gone as her hips canted up when Cardan moved to her lips again. She could feel his grin against the greedy kiss. Cardan had been right. This was a terrible idea, but Jude had no intentions of stopping.
One of his hands moved from her hip to dip between her thighs, and Jude could hear her pulse racing in her ears. Like an instinct, Jude moves to fumble with the buttons on his breeches. Cardan gives her a breathy laugh pausing to help shuck them onto the pile of their clothing. His tail trails up her leg, wrapping around her thigh as if to draw her closer. Jude forces herself to stay focused on Cardan’s face out of fear she’d back out.
Cardan’s greedy hand returns to slip between her thighs again, moving so close to where Jude wanted him. Cardan was enjoying this too much, though, and circled everywhere but where she needed. Jude was whining into the kiss.
“Yes, Jude?” Cardan drawls against her lips, not giving her a second to respond as he kisses her again, his tongue moving to drag across her teeth, “I can’t read your mind, sweet villain.”
They both knew damn well what she wanted. Jude’s frustration hit as she bit down on the tip of his tongue. The High King drew back with a hiss, throwing a heated look at Jude that was more lust than anger. It sent a fresh wave of heat down through her stomach.
A crisp tck tck tck escaped Cardan, the hand still on her hip pulling her closer to him as his other hand grazed dangerously close to the heat pooling between her thighs. A gasp escapes her when he does. Cardan has that dangerous look in his eyes, that one where Jude knows he’s ready to push any and every button Jude has.
“That’s not an answer, Jude” His hand moves from her hip to prop up beside her head. Her breathing is hot and short. Small hics stutter her breathing when he skims the growing heat. Cardan’s smile grows. Jude wants to bite him again, “Come, ask for what you want.”
“And if I don't?” Jude regents the challenge as soon as she says it. Cardan’s hand stills between her thighs.
“Shall I leave you here, Jude? Like this?” She hates how he sees through her stubborn words. How he knows how to work her like this. How much power he has over her, “All worked up and needy?”
She’s dizzy. She’s hot. She needs Cardan to stop playing games.
“Is it so hard to ask, sweet Jude?” Cardan’s head tilts. He is breathing heavily and his eyes are scanning her face, “Just tell me. Command me if you must. I need to hear what you want.”
“Cardan,” Jude hisses out, trying to move her hips against his hand, “Please.”
“Please…?”
“Touch me. Just…” Her words fall apart as she watches the heady exhale escape him. His lips crash down onto hers again in another hot kiss. Her mouth drops open in invitation just as his fingers find the bundle of nerves he’s been skittering around. Jude can’t help but moan into Cardan’s kiss. Her back arches into his touch, and her hands flail to grasp Cardan’s back. She needs him closer. She needs to feel more.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as his fingers worked her nerves slowly, before they suddenly dipped lower. Their kiss was becoming desperate, both fighting as Cardan worked her slick center under Jude was squirming beneath his touch. His lips left hers to kiss and suck her jaw as he slipped a finger inside her, curling it just slightly as he watched for her reaction.
She clamped her jaw shut, her nails biting into Cardan’s back. Her whole body was on fire, and she couldn’t think straight. Cardan bit at her bottom lip, pulling slightly. “Jude-”
His voice tilted with warning, his dark curls falling over her eyes as they peered up at hers, “I want to hear you.”
A small whine escaped her at his desperate tone. It wasn’t a command, but rather a plea. The High King was pleading her. Her head fell back as his fingers curled just right, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. Satisfied with the gasp he received, Cardan moved to her now exposed neck to kiss the soft skin there again. Another finger joined the first, and Jude’s breathing began heavy. Her hips moved to chase Cardan’s fingers, desperately chasing the friction she needed.
Her hands began to roam his body, feeling the lines of the scars over his back before moving further down his back. Cardan’s lashes fluttered when her hands skimmed his sides. Some part of Jude’s brain couldn’t give him full control. A hand flattened against his abdomen, continuing to trail lower as Cardan began to fall apart himself.
“Jude–” her name was a whisper off his lips, and as if hoping to stop her, his fingers curled on that spot again, and Jude’s eyes screwed shut, her mouth falling open silently. It didn’t work, though, and her hands found him, hard without her having touched him at all. And to think she had the same power over him that he did to her.
Cardan’s groan was low in his throat. His head dropped against the curve of neck. His fingers kept working her, his thumb finding her bundle of nerves, as he writhed at her feather-light touch.
If she hadn’t shown her inexperience before, it was evident now. Jude’s touch was hesitant and gentle. Her fingertips ran up the length of him, and Cardan was choking against her skin. They were trading touches that left the other writhing, their bodies hot against the other. And when Jude finally wraps a hand around him, they both nearly fall undone. Cardan quickly pulls her into another desperate kiss. He nipped at her already swollen lips, trying to stifle his own unholy noises as Jude experimented with what made Cardan react. His lust-heavy eyes watched as Jude’s unfocused gaze frantically swam everywhere.
“Do you have any idea,” He paused for a small kiss, “what you do to me?”
Jude’s eyes shut again as Cardan’s hand moved with precision now, “No,” she gasped, her voice high and shaky, “Tell me.”
“I shall not,” he ground out, strained as he began to fall undone.
“Then show me.”
Without fail, Cardan worked her higher and higher until the tension and sparks crawling up her body broke. The high crashed over her like a wave, sending her writhing and suddening under Cardan’s touch. She fell apart, his name escaping her lips like a prayer. Cardan followed ensuite moments later in Jude’s hand. He began to chant her name. It was like hearing him read off the paper she found with her name all across it. She wondered if this is what he imagined as he wrote it.
Cardan collapsed, maneuvering to the side of Jude as not to crush her as they heaved in air. That dizzy feeling didn’t leave Jude, but her brain started to form thoughts again. A gentle hand moved her sweat damp hair from her face. Slowly, Jude blinked Cardan’s face into view. He was panting still, but the look in his unguarded eyes was something that made her shiver, and not from the cool air on her bare skin. If Jude had more coherent thoughts, maybe she’d have picked up the adoration on his face, but she only recognized the intensity of it burning her skin.
“I should–” she started, her shaky limbs moving to turn away, but Cardan’s arm wrapped around her middle.
“Stay,” He breathed out, “just tonight.”
Jude couldn’t find a response. Cardan - the same Cardan she swore hated her - just asked her to stay with him. Though it paled in comparison to what they had just done. When Jude hesitated with her response, Cardan added a shaky, “Please, Jude?”
“Okay,” That was all she could make out, but it was enough. Cardan swept Jude into his arms and tucked her into the goosefeather bed. Jude was sure she’d regret this all in the morning, but for now she allowed herself to fall into the exhaustion her body begged for. It just so happened that she also fell onto Cardan’s chest, his frantic heartbeat lulling her to sleep in his arms.