There was something about the way she said it, about the absolute yearning tainting her soft voice, that caused Kjeld toignite. Obsession burned through him, an inferno he couldn’t tame. And that tightly wound grip of control, the reins that held fast to the feral beast inside him, snapped.
Kjeld lowered Caelian to the ground so she could watch as he unfastened his pants. Popping open the last button, his bulging cock burst free from its confines and her eyes widened, fascinated, as he fisted his hardened length.
“Is this what you want?” he taunted, stepping forward, pumping himself.
“Y-yes.”
Her response sounded like more of a question. “Are you sure? You’re looking a little nervous, Starweaver.”
Caelian’s eyes, swimming with the haze of lust, lifted to his face. She pulled her shoulders back with authority and undid the ribbons of her skirts, letting them fall in a heap around her ankles. “I’m not nervous.”
There was an almost undetectable waver to her voice, and it fueled the flames of his infatuation.
Kjeld lifted the hem of her blouse, dropping to his knees to kiss the line of jagged scars marking her hip. She stiffened, unease and tension coiling through her as she sucked in a sharp breath. But he didn’t want her to feel like she wasn’t beautiful, like these new scars would ever deter him from loving her. Trailing his tongue across the puckered skin, he murmured two words over and over again.
“My wife. My wife. My. Wife.”
His gaze latched onto the scar scoring her inner thigh, and he rubbed his nose along the healing gash, breathing in the tempting scent of her. She shuddered against his touch, and he felt the tremor in her soul. Gods divine, she was so wet. So slick. All he wanted was one taste. One lick. One drop of the euphoric honey pooling between her legs.
But no, that would come later.
Right now, Caelian wanted more. So, he was going to fill her until she was drunk off the ecstasy of his cock.
Shoving off his knees, he guided her so she was once more pinned against the tree. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and hauled her up, hooking her legs around his waist. Caelian held on to his shoulders, bracing herself, her heels digging into his lower back as he situated himself between her thighs. Kjeld reached between them and grabbed his shaft, lining the tip of it with her slick entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked, the words gruff and edgy. Strained with longing. He rubbed his tip back and forth along her seam, spreading her wetness, making her writhe in his arms.
Caelian bobbed her head. “Yes. Stars, yes please.”
His fingers dug into her flesh, sure to leave bruises. “It might sting. It might stretch and burn. But I promise you, the pleasure will be worth the pain.”
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she nodded. “Okay.”
The word left her on a gasp, and Kjeld pushed inside her. One desperate inch.
Her pulse fired through him, blinding him with need. Each breath he took was slow and measured. Pained. But he refused to shove inside her, determined to be careful instead of hurting her.
“It’s so big. What if it’s too much?” Caelian clawed at him, fighting against the intrusion. Her back bowed, hips rolling forward, urging him to sink deeper. “What if I can’t…”
“You can,” he confirmed, kissing her soundly on the mouth. But a small part of him was still doubtful. He wasn’t even halfway yet. Pausing, he pampered her with kisses as a means of distraction, and when their tongues tangled, her body relaxed around him. Her legs fell open a little wider. Her muscles softened and she welcomed more of him. “I know it hurts. But it will be fleeting.”
“Do you swear it?” She bit that damning lip, wincing as his thick length slid another inch.
“I swear it.” Sweat beaded along his brow and he grunted, angling himself so she took two more inches. The sounds she made buzzed through his mind, leaving him delirious. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on her. On her pleasure. “Then once I’m fully seated, the tension will bleed away. Your body will become accustomed to me being inside of you, and then, sweet wife, you’ll want my cock every hour of every day.”
Her gaze latched onto him, shock reflected in the jeweled blue pools. “That’s quite a bold claim, husband.”
Kjeld flashed her wicked smile. Rolling his fingers over her bare hip, he let his thumb dip low to her clit. He brushed it lightly, applying some pressure, teasing the bundles of nerves. She made another tempting sound this time, breathy and whimsical, like a song.
Another slick push. Another inch.
Her eyes rolled and her lips parted.
Kjeld was almost home.
“You’re doing so well, Starweaver. Taking every inch.” He kissed her jaw. Her earlobe. The hollow of her throat. “It’s like your sweet little cunt was made for me, forged by the stars to take solid iron.”
Caelian whimpered and he surged forward, filling her to the hilt.
