“My bad,” he purred, and squeezed my right boob with just the right pressure. He knew my body’s needs intimately, playing me like a fine-tuned instrument. For a fleeting, wicked moment, I almost wished Sy were here to witness his masterful skill.
His mouth descended on my right nipple, lapping and sucking until I cried out, my back arching, lost entirely to the delight.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he growled, the words raw with need. “Every fucking second. Even in the middle of a war council, all I could think about was getting you alone. The heirs just wouldn’t quit.”
“They’re afraid,” I said, my fingers tracing the curve of his shoulder. “Everyone is, even if they won’t admit it. We were minutes from losing everything. If Ruin had broken through…”
A muscle pulsed in his taut jaw. “He won’t get through. Not him, not his foul creatures. It will be over my dead body.”
“I don’t want you dead,” I whispered, the truth a sharp ache in my throat. “I can’t bear any more death.”
“Baby, I swear to you?—”
“Shush.” I pressed a finger to his lips, stopping the vow I couldn’t let him make. “This moment is ours. Just us. No one else exists.”
“You have me, love,” he vowed. “Every second, I’m yours. Every inch of me.”
A slow smile curved my lips. “Show me.”
And he kissed me again. This kiss was different—a slow burn edged with urgency. It was both gentle and profound, a language of its own. I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring passion, love, and unspoken words into it. He was the air in my lungs, the stars behind my closed eyes. He pulled me tighter against him, and the kiss reached a fever pitch, our tongues entwining in a primal, claiming dance.
I writhed in his lap, my pussy rubbing up and down his length—steel wrapped in silk and hot as an oven. The friction made me moan into his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders and leaving crescent marks.
“Can’t wait to be fucked?” he crooned, his voice rough with lust.
“I hate to disappoint you, but I won’t beg,” I purred back, understanding the rules of engagement.
“What if I beg?” he offered. “I’m not ashamed to beg my woman to fuck me.”
“In that case…” I breathed, lifted my ass and positioning my slick entrance at his crown.
It was so silky and hard. My plump folds shivered before they opened eagerly. He let me take the lead. I dropped half an inch, my pussy wrapping around the head of his cock.
My lips parted, allowing a breathless moan to depart.
And slowly, I glided down, inch by inch, savoring each movement until I claimed every inch and sank down to the base of his massive cock.
His eyes never left my face.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I threw the question back at him.
“There’s nothing better than this, little scorpion,” he said and made a sudden thrust to make a point.
He was so large that I needed a moment to adjust to his size, no matter how badly I was turned on or how wet I was.
But I was getting there. My pussy molded against him, letting him fill and stretch me. A slight burning pain faded as unbelievable pleasure swept over me.
“Will you always fuck me?” I asked as I started to ride him, slowly and sensually.
“You’remineforever,” he said. “You’re always the only one, and I’ll fuck this tight cunt for as long as I live.”
“But what if I become old, fat, ugly, and toothless?”
He frowned at me, then thrust into me so hard that I saw stars burning.
I winced. “Sorry for killing the mood. Let me help you forget that image.”
I heaved up along his length, my pussy squeezing the crown of his cock, milking it the way he liked. He growled, overcome by the intense pleasure. I picked up my pace, riding him faster and harder, slamming down to his base again and again. I fucked him like we were going to war.
