Chapter 46 Ellowyn
Chapter Forty-Six
Ellowyn
Our consummation was quick and messy; our clothing never removed, in an effort to feel each other’s skin as fast as possible. Torin simply pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist and pushed his pants down to his knees before thrusting inside me in one swift movement.
We groaned together, the sounds of wet skin slapping skin echoing in the empty bedroom as the tinkling of revelry from outside floated through the open window.
I lost myself in the feel of him, in the glide of his cock, in the way he lit me from the inside.
I was hopelessly in love with Torin.
The fuck was fast, more of a quick way to partially satiate our lust before the longer affair tonight, but I still found release as his whispered growl of “my wife” caressed my skin and lit my nerves.
My cries were punctuated by the hard thrusts of Torin’s hips before he stilled, sweaty forehead pressed against my back as his cock twitched with his orgasm.
Torin carefully eased his spent cock from my pussy, cum immediately rushing out to coat my inner thighs.
“Ack, hold on,” Torin rumbled against my back as warmth from a wet cloth suddenly enveloped my most private area, cleaning me of any residual evidence of our quick consummation.
The rag was tossed somewhere haphazardly, landing with a loud, damp plop before Torin’s hands returned to me once more. This time, his calloused palms rasped down my exposed legs before gripping my panties and pulling them back up, dropping delicate kisses on my thighs as he worked.
I hummed at the overwhelming sensations and whined a bit when I was covered once more. The hem of my dress shortly followed from where it was lodged at the top of my hips.
Torin laughed at my frustration, his chuckle shaking his chest and my back as his arms encased me once more.
His lips landed on my hair as I clutched his bare arms and lay my head back against his shoulder.
“We should rejoin our guests,” Torin whispered, peppering kisses against my braids and down the side of my face.
I hummed in agreement, eyes fluttering closed.
“How much does my hair scream ‘just had sex with my new husband?’” I teased, much to Torin’s amusement.
“It doesn’t. That’s why this round had to be quick like that, wife.
Later tonight, though? When everyone is gone, and it’s just you and me?
I’ll be sure to thoroughly ruin your hair then,” he growled into my ear, his warm breath skated over my exposed neck and caused the hairs there to stand on end.
“I think I’m—” I started, but paused, growing still in Torin’s arms as what sounded like screaming floated through our open window.
“What is that?” I whispered. Torin’s arms flexed around my chest as we stood frozen, listening to the sounds from outside.
“It’s probably just the par—”
A resounding boom shook the manor’s walls. I lost my footing as the floors trembled and was only saved from falling by Torin’s stabling presence.
“Fuck!” he yelled, pulling me by the hand toward the open window.
My heart pounded, pulse racing for completely different reasons than minutes before, as we gazed out the opened glass pane.
The scene before us resembled nothing of the party we’d left not even a half hour earlier. The tiny Mage Orbs that were strung above the courtyard were smashed against the stone below, their lights flickering sporadically to illuminate the terrifying scene.
Flicker.
A body fell to the ground, singed beyond recognition.
Flicker.
A child no older than five, screaming, with tears running down her face, pigtails disheveled and eyes wide as she searched for her mother.
Flicker.
That same child lay dead, eyes unseeing, tears still wet on her cheeks.
The acrid smell of smoke and the chilling screams of the terrified and dying wafted through the window, propelling Torin and I into action.
“We’re under attack,” he stated, almost detached and in disbelief at the possibility. “How did they know—”
I jerked my hand in his grasp, pulling him toward me in an effort to jolt him from his spiraling thoughts.
“Not now, Torin. We will worry about how later. Now, we need to get down there and help them. They are here for us and they are dying . . . because of us,” I stammered, unable to get the picture of the little girl out of my mind.
Torin squeezed my hand in reassurance, gratefulness washing over his stoic features as he pulled me toward the door.
“Come, wife. Let us protect our people.”