Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
His tortured groan seemed to wrap chains of pleasure around her skin, drawing it up tight and hot. She hadn’t known how blissful pleasing him would be. Yet now that she knew, likely much more time would be spent on her knees.
She turned her head and gave to his shaft an open-mouthed kiss.
Warrick’s body jerked, his stomach flexing. “Elina.” Swallowing her name, so deep. He heaved out more words, all a low rumbling groan. “Your mouth.”
Never had she seen him so undone. So unable to speak. And near destroyed when she opened her lips over the thick crown and sucked him in. Only the head, yet he let go a great shout and his hips rolled, again, again, his eyes closed and now words tumbling from him.
“If you do not— I am near… Elina! You must—”
His shaft pulsed under her tongue. His seed exploded into her mouth. Elina coughed as a spurt hit the back of her throat. By reflex, she spit it back out.
Warrick choked on a laugh even as his cock bobbed and twitched, more spend spilling down his shaft. “You will kill me, woman. Or ruin me. Never have I come so quickly. When I finally take you, for certain I will need to jerk my cock first. Else I will not last a moment.”
Well pleased, Elina rose and straddled his lap. Warrick still laughed at himself even as she kissed him. Smiling, she lay her head against his shoulder and pressed her palm over his still-pounding heart.
His amusement quieted to a chuckle. “Can you feel anything within there? You have stolen my heart, wife. Nothing inside is left to beat.”
“My heartless husband,” Elina mused. “I am heartless now, too.”
Warrick’s laughter stopped. His entire body stilled. “What do you say?”
“It is selfish of me, but when I thought of the prophecy beyond felling my uncle, my hope was only that I would be loved. And when I met you, I looked forward to the pleasure to be had. But I had not thought to please you in return, though I was glad you seemed to enjoy everything you did to me. And I never thought that I might love in return.” She met the darkness of his eyes. “But I do, Warrick. So very much.”
She had not even a moment to draw breath before Warrick’s mouth was on hers, hungry and deep. His bloodied hands came up as if to bury themselves in her hair.
Abruptly he stopped, breath gusting over her lips. “I must wash. Will I have you this night?”
Body humming with happiness, Elina nodded. “We will have each other.”
“Then I will feed you after.” He tossed the rabbit aside. “Hie to our bed, wife—or I will take you where I find you.”
That was a promise she would take advantage of another time. Heart pounding, she hurried to the bedroll, dragging off her boots and tunic and trousers. A barbarian she’d become, too, because she tossed them aside without a care for where they lay. Her only care was where she would lay.
On her back, this time. Elina had not the strength to ride him for long, and the memory of him grunting and grinding between her thighs on their wedding night was one she revisited often in her mind. Hastily she arranged herself on the deep, soft furs of his bedroll and awaited her husband’s return.
It was not long. Her breath caught. Warrick strode toward her wearing only rivulets of water, as if he’d scrubbed all over, not just washed his hands. He scraped his palms over his short hair and flicked away the drips, his gaze hot upon Elina’s naked form as it journeyed from her toes to her eyes, lingering on the pink flesh that she offered as invitation between her opened thighs.
“You are beautiful, my wife.” His hand wrapped around his cock and stroked, bringing his satiated flesh to full hardness again. “You are certain?”
Teasingly Elina drifted a fingertip down over her chest, circling the tightening peak of her breast. “I have never been more certain of anything, my husband.”
A smile playing around his firm mouth, he knelt between her thighs, spread wantonly wide. Leaning in, he wet the head of his cock by slicking it through her drenched slit—his own tease, she was soon to learn, when instead of filling her with a thrust, he braced his elbows beside her shoulders and bent his mouth to her lips.
“I lovingly submit to you my heart, my flesh, and my seed, O Radiant Queen.”
A laugh burst from her. “It is truly a terrible proposal! But one that must be said.”
“One I will never regret accepting.” Reaching for her hand, Warrick entwined their fingers—just as they had been entwined when they’d spoken their vows. He kissed the ribbon that braceleted her wrist, then pushed her arm up over her head, pinning her hand to the furs. “Will this be our wedding night, my wife?”