Chapter 39
Garrion POV
The party is beginning to wear on me. My people’s joy is genuine, and I know they celebrate from their hearts, but the endless chatter and clamor gnaw at my patience. What I want, what I ache for, is quiet. What I want is Cora.
As though she senses my restlessness, she finds me. Without a word, she slips her hand into mine, her touch steady and sure, and leads me away from the noise. We walk through the corridors until we reach our chamber. The door closes behind us, and I release a long, heavy sigh, the relief immediate.
“Are you alright, my lord?” she teases, her voice lilting with mischief.
I catch her arm and pull her against me, unable to resist the magnetism of her presence. “I’ve been waiting all afternoon for this moment,” I murmur, before claiming her lips in a kiss that is fierce, unrestrained, and filled with everything I’ve held back.
Her hands move deftly, working at the buttons of my military uniform. The heavy cloth falls away with a dull thud, leaving me feeling lighter, freer. My own fingers find the laces of her corset, tugging at them with urgency, the closeness between us growing with each breath.
"On your knees wife" I say against her lips, pulling her gown down.
She drops on her knees without hesitation, fingers working the buttons of my pants. She pulls them down slowly her eyes meeting mine. She's teasing, testing my patience and I let her.
Once my dick is free, she takes and starts stroking me slowly. "Cora" I growl.
She holds my gaze as her tongue circles the tip of my dick, the sensation is electric. She knows I love it when she does that. My hands settle in her hair, and I push my dick into her mouth all the way to the hilt.
I start moving my hips fast hitting the back of her throat. She moans and the vibration sends shiver down my spine. "Do that again" I ask her and she moans again.
My release is close, and I push into her mouth harder chasing it. I look into her eyes as my release crashes over me and I spill into her throat. She lets me go with a wet pop and gets up.
Her hands slide up my chest and to my shoulders. "On your knees Garrion" she orders me and my dick goes hard instantly. I do as I'm told and kneel before my wife. I hook her leg over my shoulder and run my tongue through her folds. She is so wet, and I can't wait to have my dick inside of her.
Her head rolls back, and she releases a raw moan. Her hands are in my hair steadying herself as I lick and suck on her delicate bud. She screams her nails digging into my scalp.
"Don't stop Garrion" she begs but I cannot wait. I let her go and get up pulling her towards the bed. I stand behind her kissing her neck "Tell me how you want it Cora" I whisper against her skin, and she breaks out in goosebumps.
She moves toward her dresser with a grace that draws me after her, every step deliberate, every gesture carrying a quiet authority. I know she enjoys watching me in the mirror, the way our eyes meet as I take her.
But tonight, she does something different.
She takes the chair and drags it across the room, the sound of wood against stone echoing softly, until she places it before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathing chamber.
The mirror reflects us both, the anticipation in my eyes, the calm command in hers.
“Sit,” she tells me, her voice low but certain, and I obey without hesitation. There’s something magnetic in the confidence she has found, something that makes me want to surrender to it completely.
I lower myself into the chair, my pulse quickening as she stands with her back to me, her reflection doubling the intimacy of the moment.
She watches me in the mirror as she spreads my legs. My heart starts to beat like a war drum with anticipation. She sits on me and drapes her legs over mine completely exposing herself to me.
Her eyes find mine in the mirror "I want to watch you take me; I want to see you inside of me" she tells me and I immediately lift her hips and slide my dick into her.
I watch her as she watches my dick moving inside of her "Is this what you want Cora" I ask her as I move her hips. She doesn't answer but continues to watch. I bring her down hard on my dick and she gasps. I do it again "Yes, that's what I want Garrion" she responds.
I watch as she moves her fingers and starts playing with her bud. Her walls tighten around my dick, and we both moan together. I can tell she is close, and I want to watch her orgasm pleasuring herself.
Her walls clench hard and she releases around my dick. Her eyes close as her head rolls onto my shoulder. I ease out of her, standing both of us up. "My turn" I tell her as I take her to the bed.
As if she has read my mind she crawls onto the bed on all fours, and I climb on behind her. My hand glides against the curve of her back and I take her shoulders pushing my dick into her hard.
I start pounding into her with all my strength her body greedily accepting mine. "Garrion harder" she pleads and I push her chest into the mattress lifting her hips. I move her hips to match each of my thrusts, hitting her womb every time.
I pull out of her and release on her back and flip her over. I push two fingers into her finding that tender spot that makes her body quiver and start rubbing it. Her hands grip the sheets till her knuckles go white and she releases a feral moan.
With my free hand I pull her up and her eyes instantly start watching my fingers moving in and out of her. My thumb glides over her bud and she shatters instantly her whole body convulsing around my fingers as she screams my name.
Her eyes watch mine as she pants and I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. I kiss her letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls herself into my lap. Her hips instantly starting to move against mine demanding more.
Cora POV
I don't think I can stop, I want Garrion inside of me again. I move my hips against his hoping that his body will respond with the same need.
Before my brain catches up, he's moved us so that I'm straddling him and hid dick is sliding into me. I moan at the sensation of him. "All yours Cora" he tells me and I start rolling my hips feeling him deep in my core.
I take his hands and put them on my breasts, and he squeezes them gently. "More" I demand and he pinches my nipples my head rolls back as I moan.
"Ride me harder Cora" he orders me and I start moving faster on him. His hips start to match my rhythm.
I steady myself by putting my hands on his chest and aligning my body just right so that my bud rubs against his skin. Pleasure spreads through my body. Garrion's fingers gently tug on my nipples intensifying the pleasure.
My orgasm tears through me and I moan; Garrion lifts my hips up and starts pounding into me hard chasing his release. He brings me down hard as I feel his dick harden and his seed coats my insides.
I collapse against his chest, too spent to hold myself upright any longer. His arms come around me instantly, protective and warm, anchoring me in the safety of his embrace.
“You were insatiable tonight, Cora,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with exhaustion but tinged with amusement.
I smile faintly against him, my cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his breath. “I missed you last night,” I whisper, the truth slipping out as naturally as a sigh.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath me. “So if we spend a night apart, you’ll ravage me like this every time?” he teases, his tone playful even as his eyelids grow heavy.
I tilt my head just enough to meet his gaze, my lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Perhaps,” I reply softly, “though I’d rather not test it too often.”
His laughter fades into a contented hum, and he tightens his hold on me. In the quiet that follows, I feel the bond between us, equal parts passion, humor, and love. settle deeper than ever.
I wake to the sound of Garrion rising from the bed, the faint light of dawn spilling across the chamber. He moves quietly, but I catch the shift of his broad shoulders as he reaches for his boots.
“You can stay in bed,” he says softly, his voice warm, almost coaxing.
But I am already reaching for my winter leathers, the chill of the morning urging me forward. “There is too much to do,” I state plainly, fastening the straps with quick, practiced hands. “We still have two months of winter left, and we’re going through the meat supplies faster than anticipated.”
He pauses, watching me with that steady, unyielding gaze. “Then I will organize a hunt. There will be stags further into the mountains,” he offers, ever the lord, ever the warrior.
That is when I cross the room to him, my steps deliberate, my resolve unshaken.
I place my hands against his chest and push him gently back until he meets the wall.
My eyes lock with his, my voice firm, protective, and intimate.
“You will be staying here,” I order, the words carrying not just command but care.
For a heartbeat, he studies me, amusement flickering across his face. His brow arches, a silent challenge, as though testing how far I’ll go. But beneath the humor, I see the truth, the exhaustion in his frame, the weight he carries for all of us.
I press closer, my hand lingering against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. “You give too much of yourself,” I whisper, softer now but no less resolute. “Let me carry this burden today. You’ve done enough.”
His lips curve into a half-smile, the kind that tells me he enjoys my defiance even as he yields to it. Finally, he nods, surrendering with quiet grace.
In that moment, I know he understands: my protectiveness is not weakness, nor rebellion, it is love, fierce and unrelenting. And I will guard him, even from himself.