“Uh!” Aspen’s head flew backward, her scalp crashing to my clavicle as my hips slung higher. “Yes, all of that,” she chanted. “And more.”
“So much more,” I murmured into her ear while hauling my cock deeper.
My fingers bent tighter over her shoulders, massaging while Aspen flayed her waist. Her pussy slipped up and down, soaking me to the brim, grabbing my cock. In turn, I contracted my buttocks, snapping firmer into her.
A hard cry pushed from Aspen’s throat. As we vaulted faster, the impact boosted her toward the ceiling.
“Hang onto me,” I ground out.
She reached back. Hitching the rope behind my nape, she bracketed herself in place, poised to take the entirety of my cock. With every slant of my waist, her thighs fell farther apart, and her cunt clamped onto me.
Groaning from the pit of my throat, I fucked into her. Weeping, she swung her ass against my lap, her pussy fluttering around my width.
My mouth dropped open. A rough sound got stuck there, something heavy and grating.
Aspen’s moans grew louder, rapid. Her breasts heaved, her stomach rolled with my own, and fluid splashed from her crease.
I would perish like this. I would not survive.
Leaning back, I caught glimpses of her pussy bouncing, glazing my flesh. This stretched her curves like a bowstring. Yet she adjusted, bolstering herself, taking it so well.
The tautness of this position enhanced the stimulation, magnifying the glide of our flesh. Our waists abutted, my cock and her cunt rushing into each other.
Fastening Aspen like this, I circled my hips, exaggerating the motions. This altered the slant of my erection, lunging me even higher. Aspen gave a shout, her apex chasing my thrusts.
“Aire,” she entreated. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I hissed. “You can handle anything.”
This woman had weathered storm after storm. She had endured her mother’s pain, as well as her own physical afflictions. She had suffered the loss of childhood, the cruelty of Autumn’s elite crafters, and the corruption of a malevolent king. She rose above heartache and loneliness.
She triumphed in a joust, pulled her weight amid a trained army, earned the respect of our remaining loyal soldiers, nurtured her passion for weapons, turned Rhys’s blackmail to her advantage, and outwitted a cult of traitors. She put up withan obstinate knight and his brooding bullshit. She endured the loss of our clan’s trust, forfeiting their forgiveness if it meant keeping them safe. She braved everything the world had thrown at her.
Mistakes had been made. Lessons had been learned.
Yet her heart remained true. Through it all, she kept her edge.
So no, Aspen would not fucking come yet. She would hold on until the climax rang through her like a victory bell.
From behind, my palms skimming to Aspen’s cheeks. Cupping them, I kissed a leaf motif twining across her earlobe. All the while, I stroked into her with measured depth.
“Aire!” she trilled to the ceiling. “Fuck, Aire!”
“I love you,” I swore, belting my waist. “I’ll love you always.”
“Then come,” she implored. “Come with me, Noble Knight. Please.”
The “please” undid me. I would come, holler, and do anything she asked.
Growling, I powered my waist between her thighs. My ass clenched, and my cock whipped Aspen’s body into motion. Her arousal flooded my thickness, dripping down to the sac.
Unbridled pleasure escalated. The approaching zenith drove us to the brink.
Union. Fidelity. Both spurred us forth with the promise of bliss.
Aspen bucked. She arched into me, nestling against my chest. With her head craned backward, I veered my mouth and captured her lips just as we seized up. Her walls tensed around my cock, and time suspended itself, then burst into flames.
We screamed into the kiss, our tongues tangling, devouring the noises. The orgasm ripped through us, tearing mybellow to pieces. Encased inside Aspen, my cock twitched, and her pussy constricted, heat pouring from each of us.
