Page 53 of Burden's Moon

Her body, lax and wet and full of buzzing desire, wasn’t prepared for the lips and tongue that found their way to the juncture between her thighs. Mabel’s back arched clean off the bed as his tongue found her clitoris at the same time that his finger slid inside her.

It was a storm of sensation, one of pleasure and slight discomfort as he soothed her with his mouth and stretched her with his fingers. Another orgasm hovered just out of reach, lurching closer and then backing off as he worked, until he tightened his lips around her with a hard, sucking pull.

A sound like a sob escaped her, interrupted only by the shock of him slowly pushing the broad head of his cock inside her.

Her limbs wrapped around him, holding tight. The discomfort of his size was astonishing. It blended with the ripples of her powerful orgasm, confusing her body until all she could do was cling to him.

“Easy,” he whispered into her hair. His big hands cupped the top of her head as he slowly flexed his hips, testing their fit. “I won’t move until the pain eases. Just breathe, my blessing.”

Mabel buried her face into his damp chest. The smell of him, clean and earthy andhers,filled her lungs. For the first time in years, she felt more than alive. She feltembodied.Like she was more than Mabel the healer. She was Mabel the blessing, the woman, the lover who was flesh and blood and raw, bodily wants. It was the most miraculous feeling she could imagine.

“Keep going,” she ordered, stroking her hands down his muscled back. “I want to feel you, my mate.”

Henrik’s groan reverberated through her. He seemed incapable of a response, but she didn’t need one.

He pressed forward, making a home for himself between her thighs, until she swore she could feel every ridge and vein of him molded into her flesh. The first stroke was a shock. The second made the muscles of her thighs twitch and shake. The third…

The third dropped her mouth open.

Mabel gasped, shocked by the feeling of fullness and electricity that accompanied every roll of his powerful hips. It was a bizarre feeling, being full of him and massaged from the inside, but it was a joyous one.

Sweat beaded on her freshly cleaned skin. It wasn’t just hers. Henrik’s chest rose and fell like a bellows as he thrust. To keep her from sliding up the bed, he eventually sat up on his knees and lifted her hips to meet him, changing the angle so the flared head of his cock stroked the front wall of her channel with everyroll of his hips. The sounds of their bodies meeting was loud and wet in the confined space, heightening the pleasure of every tiny movement.

A silent cry left her as she clawed at the bedding, her cunt clenching sharply down on the monstrous cock shuttling inside her faster and faster until he slammed home with a deep groan.

A foreign warmth filled her as released inside her. Mabel’s legs tightened around his hips instinctively, trapping him there as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

Henrik slumped over her, panting and sweaty. Finding her lips with his own, he breathed, “I intend to love you for all my life, Mabel.”

Draping her weakened arms over his shoulders, she sighed, “It’ll be a long life, won’t it?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

Mabel smiled against his lips. “I intend to love you all our life, Henrik. All our good, long life, come what may, and beyond it, too.”

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