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)
“So wet, woman.” Another endless thrust, and a groan ripped from his chest when Elina trembled and clenched around his invading shaft. “So snug. Your little cunt barely stretches enough to take me.” Near delirious with the ecstasy of her inner walls stroking every inch of his cock, he sank deep again. “Is this how you wished to feel me inside you? You wished to be filled and fucked?”
“Yes!” Her panting breaths took on a frantic, sobbing hitch. “Please, Warrick! Harder.”
A command that his unraveling brain was all too happy to heed. He surged into her silken channel in powerful drives, settling into a relentless rhythm that sent his own need spiraling, higher, tighter. She was giving the deepest part of herself to him—hot, wet—yet he needed more, needed to feel her come, needed to see her face, needed to hear her scream.
His wife, his queen.
Teeth clenched with effort, he lifted his head and his heart near flung itself from his chest. With her back arched, as if offering up berry-reddened nipples atop breasts that bounced with every rough thrust, her fingers digging into his biceps and her hair rubbed into a tangle behind her head, Elina seemed utterly lost to her bliss—yet those silver eyes were locked on his face. As if watching him gave to her as much pleasure as his cock did.
So beautiful…and all his.
Heart pounding, Warrick levered back, pulling her hips with him so that his weight was better braced upon his knees and her thighs draped over his. Slowing his pace, he watched the glistening slide of his shaft into the slippery velvet of her cunt, her frame still so slim from her illness that the depth of his penetration was marked by a slight bulge beneath her flesh. Fascinated by the sight, he pressed his fingers to the evidence of his presence within her, feeling his movement from inside and out.
One day, it would be his babe bulging here, instead.
That thought frayed his control again. Only by the thinnest of threads did he refrain from folding her in half and plowing his seed deep. Though that might have been what Elina wished. With her lower lip trapped between her teeth, she tossed her head, body writhing as if seeking the hard slam of his cock.
Until his thumb slicked over her clit. She jolted as if struck by lightning, her spine arcing upward, her cunt clamping down on his shaft. A wild cry broke from her and she hooked her legs around his waist to haul her lower body up, fucking herself onto his cock.
“Warrick.” Eyes glazed with ecstasy, she chanted his name. Her fingers grasped the furs, then her hair, as if searching for something to hold to. As if searching for him. “Warrick.”
“I am here, Elina.” He wrapped his left arm beneath her hips, helping her fuck her cunt onto his shaft, while his right thumb rubbed and rubbed her clit. “I will always be here.”
She made an inarticulate sound, her back bowing higher, her body shaking—then stiffening, utterly still, except for inside her exquisite cunt, where the convulsions of her inner muscles milked the length of his cock. Sucking and pulling at him, as if demanding he fill her with his seed.
No control could Warrick have after that. Mindlessly he pumped deep, deep, his orgasm as painful in intensity as it was a release, each body-wracking shudder emptying everything within.
And still he rocked against her slick heat, though his erection was softening. Elina had softened, too, curling her arms and legs around him, her tongue and lips locked with his in the softest and wettest of kisses.
Warrick shuddered over her again, then stilled. Elina broke the kiss, burying her face in his throat.
He wasn’t fully surprised to hear her giggle. “What is it, wife?”
“You, husband.” Her teasing voice was muffled against his skin. “You always make certain to give me every last drop of your spend.”
“So I do.” Though no choice was it. Her tight cunt simply wrung it from him. As he was still within her, Warrick rocked against her again, loving her small gasp. “At least when I spill it here you cannot spit it out again.”
She burst into laughter, her entire body shaking—a delicious tremble that likely squeezed another drop from his cock. Warrick rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that he could better look upon her face.
Pure happiness shone from her, bright as the sun. His radiant queen. Sitting up with her thighs straddling his hips, wearing only Anhera’s stars and the red ribbon around her wrist, she reached for the bowl of berries and set it upon his chest.
She began capping her fingertips again. “How long before we reach Galoth?”
“A full year, if you always lay abed so late after a night of fucking.”
Her unrepentant grin was followed by an impertinent pop of a berry into her mouth.