I slip out of her and smack her mouth again with my wet cock. Her tongue juts out, trying to lick at it, but I don’t reward her that way.
“Uh-uh.” I grasp her jaw and force her eyes to mine. “I’m going to come inside you. You don’t get my cum on your lips or tits until I take you again after this and decide you’ve earned it.”
She groans in dismay, holding on with her powerful thighs, doing everything she can to drive me in deeper.
“I want your cum all over my tits,” she whines. “Please, please, please.”
I smirk down at her, already knowing I won’t give her that honor. Not yet. I plan to spray her tits later. When I have them trussed up and leaking. Fuck! The thought of her tits leaking milk…I nearly come right there.
I can’t wait until she’s nursing our children. Till I can watch her body holding our babies.
Still, I know she wants it rough. She wants to lose her mind. She wants me to dominate her in all the ways she can be dominated.
Bending forward, my lips claim hers and I start to slam into her, the noise a constant slap against the quiet air. I’m getting close, my cock throbbing, growing harder, thicker.
“Now, Bellamy. Come all over my cock, sweetness. Show me how pretty you are when you come for your king.”
One hand finds her breast, pinching her nipple, and when I feel her obediently start to come, I release the tension bar and yank one clamp off and then the other. She screams with that, her nipples so sensitive, especially as a surge of blood reenters them.
With a bellow I can’t contain, I pound into her, feeling her orgasm grip my cock and force my own from me. Stars dance behind my eyes as I shoot straight into her, pulsing, and the moment we start to collapse, I untie her wrists and turn off the butt plug, but I wait to remove it.
Massaging her wrists, I drag her limp body against mine, holding her close. Her eyes are closed, but her smile speaks directly to my heart.
“Are you okay?” I ask because sometimes when I really push her, she enters subspace and I want to make sure she’s getting enough oxygen and her breathing isn’t too fast or slow.
She giggles lightly. “I’m in heaven. You just awakened every depraved corner of my mind, and I loved it.”
“I love you,” I murmur by her ear.
“Love you more. And I want that again. Once I remember how to move my limbs.”
I smirk and chuckle. “You’ve got five minutes, but after that, you’ll take what I give you.”
“Oh, promises, promises.”
6
BELLAMY
Iwake in a daze. A delicious tremor in my thighs and a flutter in my heart. Last night…holy bejesus, last night was intense and erotic and everything I needed. It was the sort of sex you could only have with someone you trust and love. The electric current of last night holds me for approximately two minutes.
That is until I remember where we are and why we’re back so soon and my heart once again sinks. It’s not even dawn yet, but that doesn’t stop me from stealthily climbing out of bed because there is no way I’m falling back to sleep and my mind is too restless to simply lie here. I shower, wanting to see my father as early as I can. I overheard Phaedra mention a winter carnival just outside of Tourin, and since we never did the autumn festival, I want to do this with the children.
Sebastian be damned on that.
I know he won’t like it and I know he’ll try to talk me out of it. But if he believes the curse is gone and we bring security with us, there is no earthly reason why I shouldn’t take them.
I brush out my hair and apply a bit of makeup and dress in jeans and a sweater. Sebastian is still passed out—a heaviersleeper now that he’s actually sleeping—so I slip out without wanting to wake him. He has a lot on his mind, too, and the extra sleep is good for him.
My father’s suite is quiet and dark and uncomfortably warm as I enter. He’s on his back, his eyes closed without the flutter of dreaming, his body heavy and limp on his bed. It takes me five steps to reach the chair beside his bed, and I collapse into it. I take his good hand in mine, which is still cold despite the warmth of the room.
I start talking, rambling mostly, about my honeymoon and the kids and how the pregnancy is going. I told Sebastian I didn’t want to know the gender of the twins, but now, looking at my dad, I want to be able to tell him. I want to talk about names with him.
Even if none of it registers.
Sometime later, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Sebastian: Do you want me to have breakfast sent up for you?
