Page 145 of Season Warriors & Wolves

Her body jerked when I wrapped my lips and sucked where I knew would have her writhing and calling all the gods. Her hand shot through my hair to hold me there. Sinking two fingers inside her wet cunt, I watched her come apart, tasted her sweetness on my tongue, savoured those little moans and screams when pleasure threw her over the edge.

“On your stomach, my sweet wife,” I ordered, pulling out of her and licking her wetness off my fingers.

She took orders ardently, flipping over and giving me a chance to leave my red print on her skin. I pulled her hips up till she was on her hands and knees, her pink cunt glistening with want, stretching around me as I sank myself to the hilt inside her.

Her body jerked in my hold, and she half hissed and half moaned a curse when I thrust in her again.

“Ah, Kil,” she screamed, her back arching as I slammed myself inside her warm cunt, those two dimples above her round back making an appearance. She took each of my thrusts, bouncing against me, meeting my pace. Insatiable like I was. Only for me.

My hand left her soft, full breast and lowered over her stomach, down between her legs, and I felt her get wetter when I circled her sensitive flesh. “How do you want me?” I asked, kissing her neck. “Tell me how you want me, love.”

She was panting and breathless, but managed to give me a stuttering response, “You know how I want you.”

That’s my girl. “Both hands on the headboard,” I ordered, cupping both her breasts and palming them raw, twisting her pretty pink nipples till she moaned again, her thighs shaking when I readjusted my hips against hers how she liked it.

I slid my hands over her body, over the shrine I prayed on every day, grabbing her soft hips tightly in my palms and slamming my entire length hard inside her, feeling her cunt pulse and tighten around me. She felt so good, not only around my cock, but in my hold, how she moulded against my chest, how soft she was under my touch, how she sounded while she took me.

There was only one woman I’d ever let myself go with, and that woman was currently whispering my name in so many shades of pleasure, her cunt weeping around me so fucking wet, her tits filling my palms so perfectly.

The bed creaked as I picked up my pace, and so did her little whimpers and breathy moans. “Kil, I’m coming,” my wife cried out, her limbs weakening and quivering when I didn’t stop until she was all spent.

When she started writhing, her body turning soft and pliable, I wrapped my hand around her jaw and pulled her face to me. “I want you to come again for me, love. I’m not done with you.”

The drowsiness in her face was a stunning look on her. “I can’t.”

“You can.” She could. My girl loved to come several times on my cock.

Phantom hands of darkness substituted mine, draping all around her limbs, over her throat and between her legs, wrapping and licking her skin with heat.

Her swollen pink mouth parted wide open with a moan when they slid over her wet cunt, massaging every other sensitive spot while I kept fucking her.

I wrapped her long, soft hair around my fist and pulled her head to me, marking her throat, whispering how good she was for me, how good she was taking me, until her eyes rolled back and she cried out again.

That sound…that was my undoing.

She was my undoing.

Fuck. I groaned against her neck as blinding ecstasy crashed through me and I came inside of her.

She collapsed face down on the bed, her small shoulders lifting up rapidly while she tried to catch a breath.

I laid down, picking her up and putting her on my chest on top of me, till both our heartbeats began calming against each other.

She looked up at me when I hummed to myself.

“Why are you smiling for?”

I have a taste of heaven every time I hold you. Then I’m reminded that it is heaven I’m holding when you speak or when you smile or when you simply just lay there for me to watch. “I just fucked my wife. Who is mine. I get to do that for the rest of my life.”

“After all this,” she said, her eyes fluttering shut when I trailed my hand over her spine, feeling her shiver at the touch. “After all this, after I put my father so far down this soil that he can taste the Otherworld, after that joyful event, let’s…let’s…I mean,” she swallowed, “stop taking the potion.”

My hand stopped moving. “You want—”

“I want,” she quickly agreed, lifting her eyes to me again.

Children. A family. Our own family.

“Come on,” I said, sitting up with her still against me. “Get up, there is a war to plan, soldiers to count, borders to check. A king to kill.”