Chapter Thirty-Six #2
“Good fucking girl,” he praised, sinking deep into his wife with a brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
She was warm and wet, so damned wet, her pussy wrapped around his thickness so perfectly tight that he nearly came on the spot.
And he would’ve, had he immediately started moving.
Instead, he kept them welded together while he released her wrists.
One of her hands tangled in his locs. Her other hand seized his back, her nails painfully digging in and drawing blood exactly how he liked her to do.
“Fuck me. Hard,” she ordered.
His hands moved to her hips, pinning her to the bed, restricting her from thrusting against him. If he allowed it, then this strategy of his would be torn to ribbons. He’d give her exactly what she commanded without extracting what he wanted first.
He nipped her bottom lip and released one of her hips to wind her hair around his hand.
He loved her coils, especially when she wore them unbraided.
It bequeathed her a wild, untethered beauty that drove him insane.
“Command me again, but this time call me husband,” he demanded, tugging on her hair so her head arched back, exposing her neck completely to him.
He dragged his tongue across her Marking, then sank his teeth back into the spot.
Thank the skies she cried out, “Fuck me, husband. Now,” as soon as he did.
His restraint wasn’t going to last a second longer with her walls gripping his dick and pulsating around it.
He pulled nearly out, flipped them so he lay on his back and she straddled him, dug his fingers into her ass, and slammed her down hard on his length while thrusting up to meet her just as savagely, over and over again.
“Is this what you wanted, wife?” he asked, his own voice ragged. “Is this how you want me to fuck you, always?”
The shrill, inarticulate sound that he assumed was a yes made him somehow even harder inside her.
He didn’t ease up; he knew exactly how rough she liked it and he gave her all that and more—was intent to do so until he faded into the Mist Isles.
“You’re the recognized high queen now, are you not?
” he challenged as he wrung moan after moan from her.
“So order me to give you any and everything you want for the rest of eternity.” As he demanded it, he hit a spot that had Kadeesha planting her hands in the center of his chest and scoring her nails down his flesh as purple Aether flames she couldn’t hold back wove along her fingers.
He groaned at the utter ecstasy of it all.
The flames didn’t burn him, though the violet fire in her eyes burned hotter and the feral gleam within her eyes said she was about to spin out of control, precisely how he wanted.
Yet, there was still a flicker of restraint and fear that rippled across her beautiful face.
He brushed fingers across her Marking, making her tremble atop him.
“Let that shit go and ride my dick while you do it, High Queen.” He widened his legs and plunged deeper, harder, more mercilessly into her.
He was pitiless in his assault, hands roving over her breasts and pinching her nipples.
To coax her into following the order, he stroked upward at an angle that had her eyes rolling back in her head.
She screamed his name while making a mess of them both.
“Fuck, Kadeesha,” he moaned, grabbing her hair.
“Keep coming all over this dick, wife, just like that.” His vision blurred from how fucking good—how divine—she felt each time she came unraveled around him.
He hissed when the purple flames rippling over her hands flared brighter and roiled across his chest as she continued to come, drawing her orgasm out by finally, blessedly, grinding against him.
He wrapped the flames in a thin layer of shadows to temper them, so they remained scorching enough that he felt the burn but not hot enough to melt the skin from his bones.
He locked his hands around Kadeesha’s when she startled a moment later, as if abruptly realizing what she was doing.
He molded her hands to his chest. “Don’t dare yank away from me,” he warned.
“I can take whatever you need to dish out. Matter of fact, you can feel how it makes my dick harder, can’t you.
” He rocked into her to underscore the point.
“Now keep it going and make me come, love,” he told her.
“Keep riding my dick like you mean it, like it’s yours. ”
The purple raged hotter in her eyes, but this time those bewitching flames roared at him that his challenge would be answered.
He gripped her ass as she rose up on her knees and slammed down on his throbbing dick.
A loop of endless rapture shot through his body and he moaned her name, many, many times as she circled her hips, grinding more fervently against him.
She bent over and sucked on his tongue, and the sound of her ass slapping against his skin had his balls pulsing.
Not yet, he snarled to himself, managing to hold on to a sliver of sanity.
He knew he’d told her to make him come, but he didn’t want this to end.
Not yet. Not ever. He sent tendrils of shadows caressing down her body, sliding between her legs.
He surged his hips up to meet her brutal thrust for brutal thrust. He grinned smugly when tremors wracked her body from his shadows working her clit.
“I won’t ever get enough of doing this,” she gasped and seized the back of his neck. While riding the high of her latest orgasm, she ran her tongue along the top and then bottom plates of his grille, then moaned, “When you wear these, it drives me insane. Makes me need you inside me on sight.”
He sucked on her tongue back, mimicking the way he’d worked the set of lips between her legs, underscoring another point. “Then I’ll wear them all the time if it means I get to taste your pussy even more,” he answered, his voice gravelly.
“It’s yours. My pussy is yours,” she moaned.
And then he was seeing stars, because her teeth bit into his Marking. Fisting her hair and pressing her mouth more firmly against his neck, he growled as his balls contracted. He exploded inside her, sending shadows thrumming across her clit so she came again with him just as hard.
Yours, she’d said.
Mine, mine, mine, mine …