Chapter 3
Harper
I swear to the gods that I’ve been awake all night, and that Sevrin hasn’t ever once softened, even when he was fast asleep.
I’ve tried shifting away from him, but he’s kept his arms tightly around me, keeping his hard length pressed between my thighs.
By now, I know I’d have soaked my underwear, if I was wearing any.
Sevrin stirs behind me. I glance back at him.
His chiseled good looks are impossible to ignore.
The hard lines of his jaw that look like statues carved of the gods, the dark lashes framing his eyes, his perfectly shaped brows…
it’d be enough to get my thoughts going, but then there’s his body. His fucking perfect body.
“How did you sleep?” he asks, his voice groggy from sleep.
“Terribly,” I say grumpily.
“Why?” he asks, looking confused.
“You were hard all night.”
His eyes widen. “I’m sorry. Being near you is just so…
challenging. I just kept thinking about all the things I want to do to you.
Even in sleep, I was thinking about what your tight, little body would feel like.
” He straightens. “But don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything.
I will respect your need for space for as long as you need–”
“Shut up.”
He looks confused.
I turn around and face him. “Just… shut up. Okay?”
He nods, and I lean in and kiss him. Hard. So hard that I can tell I take him by surprise. So hard that when my tongue darts into his mouth, he groans, shifting to get closer.
I push him back, then climb on top of him. I rotate my hips, and he breaks our kiss long enough to let a string of curses leave his lips. His head falls back, and his hands clench my thighs, pressing me harder against him as I continue to rotate.
“Harper,” he pants. “I need to go outside. I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer. You’re going to make me explode. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“Maybe I want to make you explode,” I tell him, biting my way down his neck.
He growls. “Harper, don’t play with me… I can’t handle it. It’s been several years since I last–”
Reaching between us, I push down his cotton pants and let his cock fly free. My hand grabs ahold of his ridiculously long and thick cock, and I start stroking him. He’s cursing again. His hands are no longer on my hips but on his face, rubbing it as if trying to keep himself together.
I can’t wait any longer. I reach for the hem of my nightgown and pull it off. Adjusting his cock, I level it at my folds and then drag myself along his length.
“Harper!” he shouts.
He drops his hands, realizing for the first time that I’m naked on top of him, and his eyes go round. “Holy fuck, I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”
I grab his hands and put them on my breasts. “No, you’re definitely not dreaming.”
His thumbs brush my nipples, and I start really panting, dragging myself slowly back and forth along his length, coating him in my juices. I don’t know exactly how this is going to work, how I’m going to take his massive length, but I know if I can get him inside of me, it’s going to be amazing.
He keeps touching me as I adjust again, angling him at my opening. I move forward, taking his tip inside while he twitches beneath me, seeming on the edge of losing control.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“The best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” he groans, dick jerking inside of me.
I keep taking him deeper, and his muscles tense, but I’m focusing on getting him to fit, making it feel good and not painful. I give myself time while he plays with my breasts, and I continue to drench him with my desire.
At about halfway, his hands shift to my ass. I don’t know what he’s going to do when he pulls me all the way around him, but a moan explodes from my lips, and I sit on top of him, taking in ragged breaths.
“You’re huge.”
“Your pussy’s just tight. Tight and soft and wet, and all the things a man likes.”
Leaning down, I kiss him, and his hands run over my back. His touch worships me in a way that feels new and foreign, but echoes my time with Lucien.
When we break from our kiss, he looks up at me with those golden eyes.
“I love you. My Heart. My bride. My everything.” With each sentence, he punctuates it with a thrust of his cock, until my head is spinning.
“I am going to make you come for me. I’m going to make you come so hard that you’re not going to be able to walk. Do you understand me?”
“Uh huh,” is all I manage.
He kisses his way up my throat, continuing to thrust in and out of me. “And my cock’s the only cock you’re going to ever want. The only one you’ll ever need.”
“Fuck,” I moan.
As my body adjusts to him, I start moving too, the sound of my wetness filling the air with each thrust. He seems to like it, thrusting harder and faster, and I’m soon riding him in the way only a woman can ride a man.
My nails dig into his shoulders. His hands clench my hips.
Before too long, my vision begins to go white and pleasure unfurls inside of me as every muscle in my body tightens.
My orgasm hits like a brick wall, and I’m screaming his name as I ride him with abandon.
He meets my every move with a thrust of his own, using that magic dick of his to awaken pleasure through every inch of my body.
I feel him come inside of me, hot and wet, but it’s different from any man I’ve felt before.
Not only can I feel his seed inside of me, I can feel it flowing out of me.
And the sensation is incredible.
His seed spreads tingles through my entire body, and another orgasm hits before the last one even has a chance to stop.
It feels so good, I’m almost frightened, as the waves pull me under once more.
My nipples tighten painfully, and I seem to clench around his dick, making the sensation of having every inch of me filled even more intense.
When I try to pull away, I realize that I can’t. He rolls so he’s on top of me, and whispers in my ear, “I would’ve warned you if you’d given me the chance. Hollowborns work a little differently, my love. Once we start, we can’t stop until you’ve drained every last drop of our cum.”
I swallow hard as he kisses my neck. “How long does that take?”
“Let’s see, shall we?”
He spreads my legs wide, and keeps them spread, one hand on each of my knees.
He fucks me like a wild man, and every thrust makes me feel like I’m losing my mind.
It’s not just that he’s locked inside of me, or that cum is dripping around his cock and all over me, it’s that his cum feels…
good, like popping bits of pleasure. It’s so tingly that I’m sure that I’ve never felt this alive before in my life.
His thrusting grows harder and faster, and I feel another orgasm building.
My head lolls back, and I’m panting his name.
He explodes inside of me, and his thick cum is everywhere, making me feel overwhelmingly tingly and alive.
My orgasm hits, and I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks as I say, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
He collapses on top of me, and his scent is everywhere, salty and sweet all at once, and I wonder what it’d be like to have my mouth wrapped around him when he goes. Would it be overwhelming? Would I just have cum sliding down my face?
Shifting on top of me, he goes to lift both my legs up.
“Sevrin!” I say. “I don’t think I can handle another orgasm!”
“I can stop if you want, but I’m going to stay inside of you until we’re done.”
“Fuck!” I groan, and he adjusts inside of me, sending my nerve endings crying. “Alright.”
He draws both of my knees up to my ears and starts fucking me wildly while he kisses my lips. There’s something so intense, so animalistic, about him fucking me in such a vulnerable position. His dick feels even deeper inside of me, hitting new areas of pleasure I didn’t even know were there.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“You’re so big.”
He pounds into me harder.
“Your cum feels amazing. I love it coating me. Filling me.”
“Damn it, Harper!” he shouts.
“I want it in my pussy. I want it in my mouth.”
“Oh, you’re going to have it,” he growls, and it sounds like a promise.
He thrust so hard and so deep that he hits a bundle of nerve endings inside of me and I’m suddenly screaming bloody murder, my orgasm so powerful that the room spins around me.
And I’m aware of nothing except the pleasure crashing into me over and over again.
I feel his seed spill inside of me, and it takes things to another level.
I actually feel myself lose consciousness and fall back onto the bed, my body buzzing.
“Harper. Harper!”
It takes a long minute before Sevrin’s concerned expression comes into focus. He’s holding my face gently, staring down at me like I’m his whole world.
“Whoa,” I say, and I realize his dick has finally softened inside of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Whoa,” is all I manage again.
“Did I hurt you?” He sounds destroyed.
I finally shake my head, and my eyes meet his. “No, I’m okay. I’m more than okay. That felt… amazing.”
He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry. I would’ve warned you about sex with me if I’d known you were going to jump on my cock this morning.”
My cheeks burn. “I didn’t jump on your cock.”
“Oh, you did. You basically tore down my pants and had your way with me.”
I’m horrified. “No!”
He laughs and kisses my lips. “Harper, no need to be embarrassed. I’m your husband. And I loved that. You can wake me up every morning for now on like that, and I’d be the happiest man in the world.”
I shift a little, and he moves to lay down at my side, staring down at me. “I feel… so full.”
“That’s all my cum.”
I study him, trying to find the best way to phrase this. “Do you have magic cum or something?”
He laughs. “No, why?”
“There isn’t usually… this much of it. And it doesn’t usually make a woman feel all tingly and aroused.”
“Really?” He seems surprised. “I thought all men were like this.”
I look down at myself. Cum coats my pussy and thighs. “No. There’s not usually a bucket’s worth of cum spilling out of me after.”
“Interesting.” Then his brows draw together. “Is that a problem?”
I laugh. “No. It was just a surprise. Oh, and is that whole locking inside of me thing going to happen every time?”
He shakes his head with a smile. “No, not every time. Just when we’ve been apart for too long, or our bodies are craving more from each other.”
I shake my head and laugh, putting my hands over my face.
“What?”
I don’t know how to explain it. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Why?”
“I’m not usually the kind of woman to jump the bones of a man I barely know. I mean, I’ve slept with men I didn’t know very well, but I felt in control. This felt… completely out of control.”
“That’s because we imprinted on each other.”
I drop my hands and look at him. “You can’t possibly be okay with all of this?”
His gaze slides down. He strokes my throat, then my breasts, then comes to rest his hand above my pussy. “Actually, is it strange that I think I could go again? And again? Fuck, Harper, I’ve never wanted anyone this badly in my entire life.”
Swallowing hard, I glance away. “I’m pretty sure I just complicated things for when we arrive back.”
“Why?”
“The princes are not going to like that we slept together.”
“I don’t care. I’m your husband.” Then he adjusts. “Now, come here. You didn’t sleep last night and you had a hard workout this morning. I think a nap will do you good.”
He places me so his cock is pressing against my pussy once more. But this time, even though the feeling is hot, the desire to sleep is more important. He wraps himself around me, and I sigh, feeling myself drifting off to sleep, still sticky with his cum, and surrounded by his body.
Which I really should feel bad about, especially when it comes to the princes. But you know what? I don’t.