And I am very ready to move. So ready.
Looking into his eyes, I brace my hands on his shoulders and bounce over his stiffness. My legs move as quickly as a stallion’s racing across an open field, and as I plunge him into me, over and over and over, I feel just as wild and out of control.
The only thing keeping me here in this room is looking into Zogar’s eyes and witnessing his pleasure. It can’t rival mine—that’s not possible—and yet his shallow breaths, his reddening skin, the pulsing veins on his forehead tell me our levels of pleasure are in a close race.
I rise and fall countless times, and each time I drop, his fist catches me, adding to my pleasure and reminding me that Zogar will always protect me.
CHAPTER 24
Zogar
Ilove this woman. This human. My wife.
I didn’t mean for that to happen. I didn’t even think it was possible. I didn’t think I was capable of such strong emotions, but as she rides me like a wild stallion, I know in my heart that it’s true.
Rosomon saved my life today. And she’s saved me before.
The first time she mounted my pommel, she saved me from captivity. And she trusted me to fly her, not only through the veil, but also into this City of Darkness. And, because of her deep compassion, she married me when I needed her—even though she’d sworn that she’d never take a husband. She married me even though she already loved not one, buttwoother men.
She hasn’t told Saxon and Tynan that she loves them, but even if she hasn’t said it aloud, I know. I’ve heard it in her thoughts.
My chest continues to expand, filling with joy. Each time she slides over my rod I feel certain I’m going to explode—not justphysically from the pleasure, but also from the gratitude filling my heart.
I’ve felt lucky, ever since my knot first expanded inside her. Lucky that such a brave, adventurous and bright woman chose me to ride. I feel lucky each time she’s able to calm me, to help me see reason when all I’m feeling is rage. I feel lucky to have her as my wife, but I never imagined that our marriage could ever develop into a bond I’d feel this strongly.
My heart has fallen deeper into Rosomon than my cock has landed inside her small body. A body that’s tiring as she bounces over me.
Sometimes I forget that she’s human, with human limitations. Today, she literally pushed my leaden body up the side of an underwater cliff.
I’m so overcome with need and pleasure I couldn’t stop fucking her right now—unless she asked me to—but I am capable of taking more of the burden.
Shifting my hand from her waist to her shoulder, I slow her pace.
“What’s wrong?” She pants for air. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, my dear Rosomon. Far from it.” I flip her onto her back, landing between her spread legs. My cock slides back, but not completely out of her, and I rest there for a moment, loving the shock in her eyes, and the grin that spreads on her lips.
Another thing I love about Rosomon is that, while she hates to be told what to do, she also loves displays of physical power. She loves when I remind her which one of us is physically dominant.
I remember the fantasy she shared. “Would you like to be bound?” I brush hair from across her eyes. “Would you like me to recreate what you saw in the vampyre club?”
Her pupils dilate, but she shakes her head. “Not now. Someday, yes. Perhaps. Right now, I just want to feel you. I want to see you. I just want to be with you.”
My chest expands yet again. Any more gratitude or love, and my heart will truly explode. I want to tell her how deeply I feel for her. I want to tell her that my life can’t go on without her.
But she loves others.
At this moment, I’m not certain my heart or my pride could bear her rejection. And I don’t want to do or say anything that might spoil the feelings flowing between us right now.
Bracing myself so my body doesn’t crush hers, I pump my hips, going as slowly as I’m able. She’s so wet that my rod slides easily inside her, and I fight to hold back, as I revel in abject pleasure. I love Rosomon’s body, her beauty. I love being inside her. But not as much as I love the woman herself.
Her cheeks are blooming, turning almost as red as the rubies sliding and shifting between her breasts with the force of my thrusts. She claims she doesn’t care about finery, but I saw her eyes when I gave her these gifts, and I long to drape my queen in every jewel on the planet. I long to see her adorned in gems, and to witness her soft smile as she pretends not to admire each new sparkling gift that I lavish upon her.
Her hand reaches up to touch my cheek and my ability to contain myself shatters. My hips drive faster and faster, compelled by my cock’s raging need to reach its climax. Her legs fold up aroundme, urging me on, and I know that I’ve found a home. A home I’ve lacked since the day I lost my parents.
With Rosomon, I am well and truly—exactly where I belong.
CHAPTER 25
