Chapter 1
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Wen
I woke up to Mal’s mouth on my neck and his hand sliding between my legs, which was honestly the best alarm clock I’d ever had in my entire life.
His lips were hot and wet, sucking lightly on my skin, leaving a faint sting that made my pulse jump. His fingers brushed against my folds, already slick with my arousal, and he chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my collarbone.
“Good morning,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough from sleep. He dipped one finger in, then two, spreading me wide, the wet squelch of my pussy echoing softly in the quiet bedroom.
I was wet before I even fully opened my eyes.
Four years of marriage, five since I met him, and my body responded to him instantly.
My clit throbbed under his touch, and I could feel the heat building low in my belly.
I spread my legs wider without thinking, giving him better access to do whatever he wanted.
And he always wanted everything, every gasp, every shiver, every drop of my cum on his hand.
I wasn’t complaining.
“Is it a good morning?” I asked, my voice already breathless and wanting, my hips bucking up to chase his fingers.
“It is about to be.” His fingers slid inside me, two of them, thick and sure and curling in exactly the right way.
He knew my body better than I knew it myself at this point.
Every spot that made me gasp, every angle that made me arch off the bed.
The pads of his fingers scraped against that sensitive ridge inside me, sending sparks up my spine, my inner walls clenching around him like they were trying to pull him deeper.
I moaned into his mouth when he kissed me, deep and possessive, his tongue sliding against mine while his thumb found my clit and started circling it with just the right amount of pressure.
Not enough to make me come, but enough to make me desperate for it.
His stubble scraped my chin, and I tasted the faint salt of his skin.
My nipples hardened against his chest, brushing the coarse hair there with every breath I took.
He pulled his fingers out and I actually whimpered at the loss, my pussy feeling empty and aching, juices trailing down my thighs onto the sheets.
“Not yet,” he said, positioning himself between my legs.
I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and hard and ready, the thick vein along the side pulsing against my slick folds.
Pre-cum smeared over my clit as he teased me, rubbing up and down, making me whine.
“I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my cock until I fill you up.”
“Then get inside me already,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to pull him closer, my heels pressing into his back. The tension coiled tight in my core, every nerve ending screaming for him to thrust in and end the ache.
He grinned at me, wicked and possessive and so fucking beautiful it made my heart stutter. “You are so fucking beautiful like this.”
I raised an eyebrow even though my heart was racing and my body was aching for him to move. “Like what? Half asleep with bed hair?”
“Exactly like this.” He was trying so hard to sound seductive. I recognized that tone because I’d caught him reading my romance novels last week, stealing lines he thought would work on me. “Spread open for me. Wet and wanting. Mine. Your pussy is dripping for my cock, isn’t it?”
“Less talking, more action, Your Majesty.” My voice came out sharp, needy, the spice of our banter adding to the heat building between us.
He pushed inside me in one smooth, deep thrust that had me crying out and digging my nails into his shoulders.
The stretch and burn and fullness of him filling me completely.
I felt every inch as he buried himself to the hilt.
His cock was thick, splitting me open, the head nudging against my cervix with a dull, delicious pressure.
My walls fluttered around him, adjusting to the invasion, and I could hear the wet slap of our bodies connecting.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes falling closed for just a moment. “You feel perfect. So tight around me.”
I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, my heels digging into his ass. The muscles there flexed under my touch. “Then move. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He did. Started with slow, deep thrusts that had me gasping and grabbing at him, trying to get him closer even though there was no space left between us.
His hips rolled in that way that hit every perfect spot inside me, dragging against my walls with delicious friction.
Each pull out left me feeling hollow, only to slam back in and fill me again, his balls slapping against my ass with a rhythmic smack.
“I am going to make you scream my name,” he said, his voice rough and strained, breath hot against my ear as he leaned down, nipping at the lobe.
“Promises, promises,” I started to say, but then he changed the angle slightly and hit that spot deep inside me that made my entire body light up. “Oh god, yes. Right there.”
He did it again. And again. Building a rhythm that had me clawing at his back and wrapping myself around him.
The headboard hit the wall with each thrust even though we tried very hard to be quiet.
I didn’t even care if the guards outside our door heard us.
Let the whole castle know their king was fucking his queen into the mattress.
My tits bounced with every pound, nipples grazing his chest, sending jolts straight to my core.
The tension wound tighter, my clit grinding against his pubic bone, friction building toward that edge but not quite tipping over.
His hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding me down while he fucked me harder, faster, deeper.
The dominance in his grip sent a thrill through me, his fingers bruising just enough to mark me as his.
I loved when he got like this, when the wolf showed through and he needed to claim me, mark me, make absolutely sure I knew exactly who I belonged to.
“That’s it,” he growled, his thrusts turning punishing, hips snapping forward with raw power. “Take my cock. You’re mine, all mine. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, until your pussy is sore and leaking my cum all day. Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped, my voice breaking as another deep thrust made stars burst behind my eyes. “All yours, Mal. Harder - please, fuck me harder.”
“You drive me fucking insane, little mate. Your body is like...” He paused, thrusting, his face screwed up in concentration. “A temple of desire.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed breathlessly even as pleasure was coiling tighter and tighter in my core, my pussy gripping his cock with every snap of his hips.
The ridiculous line pulled me out of the haze for a second, but the heat between us kept building, his thick shaft dragging along my inner walls, hitting spots that made my toes curl. “Did you just call me a temple?”
He looked genuinely offended at my laugh, but his hips never slowed, pounding into me with steady force. The bed frame rattled, and his balls slapped against my ass, a sticky sound that echoed in the room. “The book said it was sexy.”
“The book lied.” I pulled one hand free from his grip and grabbed his face, my fingers tangling in his damp hair, bringing him down for a messy, desperate kiss.
Our tongues clashed, sloppy and hungry, his stubble scraping my lips raw.
I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a grunt from him, tasting the faint metallic hint of blood. “But don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t. His hips snapped faster now, driving into me with single-minded purpose.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with my gasps and his groans.
I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs, coating his cock and balls, making every slide in and out slick and obscene.
My clit throbbed against the base of him, grinding with each plunge, the friction sending sparks up my spine.
The pressure built low in my belly, tension coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust, my muscles tensing like a spring ready to snap.
My walls started fluttering around him, clenching and releasing in a rhythm I couldn’t control, milking his dick as if begging for his cum.
Heat flushed my skin, nipples tight and aching where they rubbed against his chest hair, every nerve on fire.
“That’s it,” he growled against my mouth, his voice barely human anymore, rough and edged with that wolfish hunger.
His breath was hot and ragged on my lips.
“I can feel you getting close. So tight around me, squeezing my cock like you never want to let me go. Your pussy’s gonna cream all over me, isn’t it? Soak my dick until it’s dripping.”
His hand slid between our bodies, rough palm pressing against my stomach before his fingers found my clit, swollen and slick.
He circled it with his thumb while he continued to thrust deep inside me, the dual sensation hitting me like a punch.
Pleasure sparked through every nerve ending, making my thighs quake and my breath hitch in my throat.
The added pressure on my clit made everything intensify, the stretch of his cock filling me, the way he bottomed out and ground against my cervix, sending dull throbs deep inside.
“Was that better?” He grunted on my skin, “Different book.”
Fuck yes. God blessed spicy authors for coming up with those sexy dialogues my husband now used in bed.
“Yes. Mal,” I gasped out, my back arching off the bed, pushing my tits up toward him. My free hand clawed at his shoulder, nails leaving red trails on his skin. The tension wound so tight I could barely think, my vision blurring at the edges. “I’m going to - fuck, it’s too much-”