Page 93 of The Warlord's Lady


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She clung to him and trembled, her breath quick hot pants against his flesh. She’d buried her face against his shoulder and whimpered with need.

Slowly, he guided his shaft into the snug sheath of her sex. He strained to hold on to her, and not drop her on his cock, knowing she lacked experience. She wiggled and he groaned.

“My sweet and eager lady,” he murmured as he pushed a little deeper, encountering the barrier of her innocence.

Untouched by anyone.

Mine.

“This will hurt,” he warned.

“I know,” she murmured. And then, being Fionna, shoved herself down hard, taking the matter of her hymen breaking out of his hands.

He gasped as the tightness of her encased his whole cock. Held himself still so as to not cause her more discomfort.

It took her a second before she whispered, “Now what?”

“Now you kiss me.” Her lips latched to his as he began to rock her against him.

He rolled her hips to find the angle that made her gasp. Once he located her sweet spot, he began to grind, giving small upward thrusts, while providing the friction to her clit with his thumb.

Her sex began to squeeze, and her breathing turned erratic. A sign she was close.

The rocking increased in speed as she began to move on her own, taking her pleasure, riding him. Her inner muscles clenched his cock when she came and he tensed and joined her, letting his seed spill inside a woman for the first time rather than pulling out.

He held her close to him as the waves of pleasure subsided. Held her tight and knew in that moment he never wanted to let her go.

She sighed in pleasure. “I can’t believe I used to think lovemaking was a chore.”

It brought a grin to his lips. “And that is just the beginning.”

“You mean there’s more?” Her wide eyes made him laugh.

“Much more, and I will enjoy showing you once we’re safe in Wexkord.”

The reminder brought a shadow to her expression. “I don’t like leaving, knowing that creature is going to be causing trouble.”

“We also can’t give it what it wants.”

She grimaced. “Agreed. Before we go, I’d like to contact Amelia and give her an update.”

“While you’re talking to her, I’m going to check on my horse.” They’d brought it in the previous night and stabled it in the great room after they’d gone through the fort checking to ensure there weren’t any more nasty surprises.

“I’m going to wash up first.” The basin in the room had long dried up but the pump in the kitchen still functioned. She emerged from the bed, nude but not shy about her body. A body he already wanted to touch and kiss again.

“Meet me out in the courtyard when you’re ready.”

She nodded. “I shouldn’t be too long. A quick wash, a conversation with my queen, and we can go.”

A simple kiss dropped on her lips was all he dared lest they end up back in bed.

He tended to his horse, bringing it outside and saddling it. The gloomy sky overhead hung low and heavy with potential snow. Would Fionna finally change out of her skirt? Much as he liked seeing her bare legs, he wouldn’t want her to get cold.

As the first flakes began to fall, he frowned. She appeared to be taking overly long. Could be her conversation with the queen took more time than expected. Still, he went back inside. While they’d done a thorough scout of the building and ensured the single entrance inside was blocked before they’d gone to bed, he had to wonder if he’d missed something. Fionna being capabledidn’t mean she couldn’t be surprised. Had Lomar returned? More of those possessed? Something worse…

He stalked inside, sword in hand, and headed for the bedroom to find her bag on the bed where she’d left it. The mirror sat atop in the same spot as well. His brisk pace brought him to the kitchen where she’d gone to wash.

No Fionna, but some of her things lay on the counter beside the water pump: a linen for drying, the leather tie she used for her hair.

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