She took in another inch or so of him, and the sensation was maddening. The anticipation left her hazy.
“Is this one of your illusions, Percy?” she asked, her body grasping and eager for more.
“Yes, my dear.” Her eyes opened and fixed on his dark gaze. His fingers danced up her thighs, the rough skin adding another layer of sensation. “This is the greatest of illusions,” he confirmed. “One that never need end.”
And it felt that way.
She pushed down, down, endlessly down until she sat against his root. Pulling, pinching, the pain intensified, like a pinpoint blade buried in the depths of her body.
She came with a gasp, the power of it rendering her speechless.
And then he cupped her bottom in his hands and rolled his hips beneath her, hitting a spot that sent her over a second time, and a third.
The rolls turned to bucks, wilder and wilder until Danny lost count and consciousness of the movements and rode his powerful body through instinctual pleasure alone.
And she refused to ever stop.
*
The woman wasso damn receptive.
Six orgasms. Percy knew he was an accomplished lover, but the sounds Danny made when she came... If there was a competition in the new Games of the I Olympiad for making one’s wife come, he’d be a fucking medalist.
She was perfect lying in his arms, soft and warm and smiling a satisfied smile that had Percy’s groin stirring. Noticing, she bit her lip and trailed her nails down his growing length.
Receptiveandrelentless, and he had the scratch marks to prove it.
He was a lucky, fucking bastard.
“Care to share anotherposition, husband?” she asked, her nails scraping down to his sack. “That last one is my favorite so far.”
Bent over the mattress, her tight rump in the air, her sheath had choked his cock with a grasp that could very well become addicting. Of the four positions they’d done, it was his second favorite. “Did you not care for your first ride?”
She bit her lip, and the sweetest blush spread over her cheeks. “I did.”
“You can ride backwards as well.”
If he’d hoped to darken that blush until her entire body flushed pink, he succeeded. What he hadn’t expected was the glint of anticipation in her eye.
“Shall we do it now?”
Percy groaned. The woman was a warrior, of that there was no doubt, but even she had to have a limit. He kissed her nose and shook his head. “You should rest.”
She glanced about the room. “Here? You meant it when you said we wouldn’t sleep apart?”
“Yes.” Percy swallowed, unsure why the thought of her retiring back to the duchess’s chambers made him feel hollow inside. “If you want.”
Her smile cast aside all doubts. Snuggling into the crook of his shoulder, she grabbed a handful of blankets and threw them over their naked bodies.
Noticing a chill in the room, Percy frowned. He hadn’t thought to build a fire, or even shut the blasted door. They’d see how disciplined a duke’s staff was in the morning and if any of the maids could look their master or mistress in the eye.
Danny didn’t seem to mind any of it.
“This is cozy.” She lifted his arm and draped it across her midsection as if he were yet another layer necessary for her comfort.
The thought had Percy warming from the inside.
“Be careful,” she said, glancing up at him. “Smiling like that, your carefully honed mask of disdain will be ruined.”
