Page 63 of Ice & Steel


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Her body shuddered. “Make me yours.”

She was already mine, but I knew what she meant. She wanted me deep, so hard, so viciously that she felt me the next day.

I gripped her hip with one hand and braced myself in the dust with the other and slammed into her hard. The gasping cry that burst from her mouth was like music. Sweet, wild, and satisfied.

She wriggled, but I kept her on my cock, fucking her until her resistance faded. Her tight muscles relaxed and hot wetness flooded my groin. I loved this moment of surrender, when her need for release took over her will to fight.

Her hand came up, gripping the back of my neck. Her nails dug into my skin, the pain heightening my senses.

“Mine,” I gasped. “My wife, my queen.”

Her thighs locked around my waist, her ankles wrapping around the backs of my legs. Tangling her body with mine. I felt her yield to me and I sank down over her. Relishing the soft push of her breasts against my chest and her quiet moans in my ear.

We were past the point of mercy. I drove my cock into her again and again. Fucking until her eyes were wet and her legs limp.

“Take my cum,” I ordered. “I caught you, you’re mine to fuck, wife.”

She moaned euphorically, eyes glazing. My hips stuttered and I pushed her thighs apart as wide as they could go and pressed them up. The mewl that burst from her when I thrust in tasted so good. I forced her knees up to her chest. Getting so deep in her stomach I could feel myself bottom out.

My orgasm shot down my spine and filled my hips, pleasure blinding me for a second. Deep inside, warmth spread in slow pumps as I emptied every drop into my wife’s pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Take it all, take me, baby.”

Her thighs slid down and around my waist. Our mouths met and I felt tears on her cheeks. Sticky with dust and tasting of salt. My orgasm still throbbed down below in slow pulses. I ground my groin against her clit slowly, fucking my pleasure out into her soft heat.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, lashes fluttering.

I pressed against her, our arousal slick over her clit. Her stomach tensed and her eyes flew open and she gave a soft gasp into my mouth as she came around my cock.

“Lucien,” she cried, her voice breaking.

“Yes, baby, say my name while you come on me,” I breathed.

Her orgasm burst around me, making my vision flash with how tightly she gripped my length. Pulsing and pulling my release from me and deep into her body. Then it was over and I fell onto my back beside her in the dirt. Our thighs soaked and muddy, our chests heaving as we stared up at the night sky.

There was a long silence. Her breathing slowed. I turned my head and studied her profile.

“Do you believe in the afterlife?” she whispered softly.

I took a beat to switch gears. “Do you?”

Her lashes fluttered, her eyes scanning the heavens. “Maybe. Not the way I once did. What do you think happens after we die?”

“Is there something about being fucked into the ground that makes you contemplate the bigger things in life?” I asked, amused.

She laughed. “I don’t know. I think…when I look up at the sky like this, it just looks so big and infinite. So…what do you think is out there?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Perhaps it’s the human curse to go blindly into death. But whatever gods are on the other side, I plan to ask only that they allow me to spend eternity with my wife.”

She rolled onto her side, her eyes wet with tears. “I love you, Lucien.”

I shifted close, pulling her to my chest. “I love you. And I’m fucking sorry about all of this.”

“I’m not,” she whispered. “Exile hasn’t been so bad. The boys love it here.”

I stayed quiet, running my fingers through her silky hair. After a while, she released a sigh and sat up. Her bare legs were streaked with mud and cum.

“We should go inside,” she said. “It’s late.”

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