And thus, if she got her mouth or even her fingers wrapped around his cock, he would consider decrying his country and his crown in hopes she would not let it go until she was thoroughly done with it.
The key was using his mouth and fingers on her first so she felt the same way.
This he did, until her movements and noises told him she was about to give over to climax.
Only then did he roll onto his arse and drag her to her knees astride his lap.
She clamped onto his head under his ears at both sides and breathed a fiery, “Yes,” against his mouth, moving her hips to seek his shaft.
“Silence.”
“Mars.”
“Silence.”
“Mars.”
It was a plea, and her squirming was nearly his undoing.
But this was it.
Their consummation.
He was husband about to truly take his wife.
He was king about to truly claim his queen.
And he was Mars, she was Silence, and therefore he was intent on giving her more.
With this in mind, carefully, and slowly, he did something he had never done to his bride.
He slid a finger inside her.
He felt his cock twitch.
Gods, that sleek clutch.
Her head fell back, a moan escaped her throat and somewhere in the back of his mind he thanked all his gods she enjoyed riding.
“My wife, look at me.”
She didn’t look at him.
Instinctively, she was riding his finger.
Fuck, she felt extraordinary.
He needed to get inside.
“Wife,” he bit, using his free hand to right her head and control her movements. “Look at me.”
She focused on him hazily.
“Grasp my cock,” he ordered.
His greedy queen did not delay in that. Her little hand wrapped around what was hers with a possession that made his balls swell and his aching shaft bead.
He drew his finger out of her slick tightness and then shoved two of them back in.
She gasped.
“I vow to give my body to no other but you,” he growled.
Silence stilled.
Completely.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I vow to give my body to no other but you,” she whispered reverently.
“And I vow to take no other body but yours,” he went on.
“And I vow to take no other body but yours,” she parroted, her eyes filling with wet.
He started stroking her pussy with his fingers.
She licked her lips and took his cue, stroking his cock.
He moved his hand from her hair to wrap it around hers on his shaft and stroked up, covering her thumb and pressing it to the underside of the head.
“I will be pierced here, for you.”
The wet in her eyes trembled.
“Mars,” she breathed.
“You will not be pierced, wife,” he rumbled. “You will be pristine and untouched…by anyone but me.”
“I don’t want anyone touching you either.”
“Basil will do it,” he grunted.
“Oh.”
Fuck.
That word on his woman’s lips.
He needed to finish this and have her.
“I want you pierced at your navel for me.”
“All right,” she agreed immediately.
Mars smiled, it died before he growled, “I will do that piercing.”
“Shall we do it today?”
Ah yes, his greedy little queen.
Sadly, he had to deny her.
“I do not have a gem worthy for your body in the now, mio ardente.”
She pouted.
He pulled her hand away, slid his fingers out of her and positioned.
She lost her pout, her tears, and her face grew ravening.
So very greedy. If there wasn’t so much about her to like, he’d like that most of all.
“Mars,” she panted, shifting impatiently.
“If I cause hurt, you tell me immediately,” he commanded.
“Yes, all right, I will,” she assured quickly.
“My wife wants my cock,” he murmured.
Her lips came to his, her eyes open, and she whispered, “Please.”
If she wanted something, he would give it to her.
Always.
And this was no exception.
Mars wrapped an arm around her waist and moved her down, filling her slowly, watching from near her eyes fill with surprise, then astonishment and finally, that quicksilver hunger.
For his part, he’d never felt anything near as resplendent as her tight, wet, hot sheath.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Fuck,” he bit.
“Yes,” she breathed as she settled atop him, taking him to the root.
They held each other’s eyes.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered.
“I was going to say the same thing,” she replied.
He smiled yet again then drifted his hands up from her waist to her ribs and ordered, “Now, wife, take your king.”
She needed no further encouragement.
She rode him, back arching, offering her full, beautiful breasts with their rosy tips for his taking, and he accepted her offer.
Silence then rode him harder.
Thus, Mars sucked deeper.
Her fingers went into his hair and fisted.
“My love,” she gasped.
Oh yes.
That deserved a reward.
Mars flipped her so he was on top, hooked the back of her knee at the bend of one of his elbows, wrapped her other leg around his arse, and he stared down at her as he did the riding.
“Yes,” she cried, her tight cunt undulating around his cock, her hips lifting to take more, her hands frantic on his skin. “Oh, by the gods, Mars. Oh, faith. Mars.”
Gods, she was beautiful, her hair everywhere, her body jolting with his thrusts.
“I can’t…I don’t…” she stammered.
“Then don’t,” he grunted, rolling his hips and driving in again.
She whimpered then moaned, tightening her hold with her leg, grasping the back of his neck with a hand, the nails of her other scoring up his spine.
He arched into her at the exquisite pain, and she cried out, slamming her hips into his with each pound, meeting his passion artlessly.
He noted the room turning red.
And he ignored it.
He was fucking his queen.
He saw the flames erupt in midair.
And he gloried in it.
Because he was finally fucking his queen.
“Silence, let go,” he demanded.
“I don’t want…this…to…stop,” she returned laboriously, her words interrupted by his thrusts.
She’d begun to do this, his stubborn wanton. She held onto her climax like she wanted to draw it out for a century.
It was tortuous.
And magnificent.
“Wife,” he slid a hand between them and tweaked her clit, “let go.”
She cried out, her pussy gripping his cock with her orgasm, and only then did he let go, roaring his climax, bucking into her, filling her with his seed, and through this, soft explosions lit the air all around them.
Nearly spent, he fell to her and rolled them, his hips twitching under hers, hers doing the same against his, her heavy breaths caressing his neck as he wrapped her hair around his fist and lifted her head.
He dipped his chin to catch her eyes while their combined fire still burst all over the room.
She was just noticing it, he could tell by the awe in which she was taking it in.
“Silence,” he rumbled to get her attention.
He got it as she breathed, “Mars, the room is on fire.”
“That is us,” he decreed.
She stared at him.
He pulsed up inside
her and her lips parted as her eyes grew hooded and a flame erupted behind her body.
Proof.
“That…is…us,” he repeated.
“My love—” she began.
“Yes,” he bit, claiming those two words forcefully. “I was wrong, and you were right. But it is not about me. It is about we. We will be legend, Silence, Queen of Firenze.”
“I…I just want to be a good wife and a good mother…and maybe, if I can manage it, a good queen,” she replied.
The flames died out, the red receded, and they did this as Mars Laches stared at his bride.
This he did right before he burst into laughter, doing that wrapping his arms tight around her.
Eventually, Mars slid a hand up to cup the back of her head and he shoved her face in his neck.
But he was still laughing.
It took him a moment to feel her finger, which was trailing over his pectoral.
It did not take him any time at all to feel it circling his nipple.
“If you make me get out of this bed today, my king,” she muttered, “I won’t speak to you for a week.”
Smiling, he rolled them and looked down at his Silence.
“We will finish our breakfast. We will have the maids bring your wee monkey to us for a visit. We will have them take Piccola away when you have had your fill. And then I’ll fuck you for the rest of the day. Is that plan to your liking?”
“You seem to need, um…rest periods,” she noted.
He tipped his head. “Is that a challenge?”
“I don’t, well…know,” she replied, gazing up at him questioningly.
“It is a challenge,” he confirmed.
And then he smiled yet again before dipping closer.
“And I accept,” he drawled.
His wife’s extraordinary eyes went quicksilver.
This they did…
Right before he kissed her.
64
The Enchantments
Prince Cassius
Ten Miles from The Northwest Border of The Enchantments
WODELL
She was killing him.
“Elena,” he bucked his hips up into hers, “move,” he growled.
“Mm,” she murmured, bending to him and using her lips and tongue on his neck.
That felt nice.
Her wet snugness wrapped around his cock felt nicer.
But she seemed content to sit on it and do nothing but squirm every once in a while, while gazing down upon him, drinking him in with her eyes and tracing his ink with her fingertips.
Yes.
Fucking killing him.
Though, all that was before she started taking him in with her lips.
“You feel very nice,” she said into his neck.
“You feel very nice too,” he said to the roof of the tent. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to feel all that nice riding my cock.”
She lifted her head and smiled down at him impertinently.
Then she squirmed her hips on his.
He groaned.
Bloody hell.
He scowled up at her.
And then it hit him.
“Are you teasing me?” he whispered.
“Hmm?” she asked, her brows drawing up lazily as she licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and grazed the ridges of his ribs in a touch so light, he could convince himself it hadn’t happened even though every inch of his body knew it had.
“You’re teasing me,” he murmured.
She squeezed him with the walls of her pussy before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You bloody do,” he growled and bucked powerfully, throwing her off.
Not expecting that, she cried out and lost track of her limbs.
But before he could get her into position on her belly to do his own teasing, she recovered and came at him.
Cassius could not say he’d ever wrestled in the confines of a one-person tent, with a beautiful naked woman, or other.
What he could say was that it was a highly delectable experience.
Especially when his superior strength and the close confines merged to give him an advantage, and he won.
This winning meant Elena was on her knees before him, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck pressing her cheek to the blankets, so her moan was muffled when he drove into her with his cock.
“Yes,” he grunted.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Cassius let her neck go and gripped her hips, forcing them forward and then slamming them back to take his thrusts.
Elena found the rhythm, and embraced it heartily, panting and whimpering.
He was getting close, but she seemed to be able to take his fucking the rest of the day, and enjoy it, therefore he realized something had to be done.
He fell back, arse to his heels, pulled her up on his cock, satisfied by her pleasured gasp, and continued pulsing up into her as he put the finger of one hand to her clit, the fingers of the other to her nipple, and with all, he rolled.
Her head fell back to his shoulder.
“I think…I like…morning sex,” Elena panted.
Cassius tugged at her nipple, and she turned her head, biting into his jaw through his beard.
“I’m thinking you just like sex,” he grunted.
“Yes,” she whispered into his neck. “With you.”
Fucking Elena.
He turned his head with meaning, a meaning she read.
He then took her mouth, fucked it with his tongue, pulling at her nipple, rolling tight at her clit and thrusting inside, fast and deep.
She came, her moan drifting down his throat.
He wrapped an arm around her chest, the other around her belly, and he planted her on his cock, coming too, his groan driving down hers.
She was nibbling at his lips when he stopped feeling nothing but enjoying being buried inside her and he took over, not nibbling, claiming her lips for a deep kiss.
He ended it to give her the chance to breathe, for if they had the time, he could fuck her all day, but if it was all he could have, he could kiss her all day as well.
He had allowed her to drop her head back and was exploring the skin at her throat with his lips, at the same time he shifted his hands back to where they’d been, one cupping her breast, the other doing the same between her legs, when it came to him.
The unicorns last night.
And now, they were in the same position as the lovers had been on the Eros card he had turned from her deck in the gardens of Catrame Palace.
Both of these direct from that reading.
Fucking hell.
He didn’t know what to make of that.
But his arms did.
Of their own accord, they moved again so he was holding her to him around her middle, as if he was giving her a hug.
An intimate one.
But a hug nonetheless.
Her arms wrapped around his, and the only way she could in their position, Elena hugged him back.
Unadulterated Elena.
If she could find a way to give, or give back, she did it.
They stayed right where they were until they heard Jazz shout, “Since you two are done going at each other, maybe we can pack up and get home?”
Cass sighed, Elena doing the same with him.
“We should get moving,” she whispered.
She was correct.
But when she started to pull away, Cassius held her fast.
Her neck twisted as he lifted his head and caught her eyes.
“I enjoy having sex with you as well, my warrior,” he murmured.
She grinned. “It is lovely to have the words, Cass, and I might not have a great deal of experience, and all of what I have is with you, but I’d gathered that.”
“I enjoy being intimate with you, Elena,” he somewhat repeated.
The humor swept out of her violet eyes and she stared at him.
“There is a lightness and f
reedom to it that I…” he trailed off.
“Cass—” she whispered.
“Have never experienced,” he finished.
“You don’t have to do this,” she told him gently.
He was not going to say his next still mostly hard inside her.
Not for her.
Not for Liviana.
So he pulled her off his cock and turned her so he could take her in his arms, on their knees, front to front.
“It is not about her, it is about us,” he shared. “And that’s what I want you to know. That being with you has meaning to me. It is not just something that is enjoyable. It is not simply a release. It is not a natural progression of what destiny has thrown in our laps. It is you. It is what you give me. I do not know if I have ever felt light in my life. I know I never felt free. There’s a playfulness to you I do not know what to do with, for I have never felt playful. But I feel it is important as well for you to know you give that to me, and that, too, has meaning.”
“You’ve never had a childhood, so I’m not surprised you don’t understand how to take teasing.”
“Oh no,” he rumbled. “The kind of teasing you did earlier, I invite you to try at your whim. Just know you’ll suffer the consequences.”
“Hmm…I’m wondering if we both have the same definition of the word ‘consequences,’” she…bloody…teased.
Fucking hell, he was going to laugh.
Which was what he did, clutching her to him and shoving his face in her neck to do it.
He felt her hands roaming his back and realized she was not laughing with him when he stopped.
He lifted his head.
Instantly, she curled her hand around his jaw.
“I’m not certain we’ll find a lot of time to be playful in the coming months, Cass, but I’ll do my best.”
He could not stop himself from taking her mouth.
So he didn’t.
“If you two don’t get a bloody move on,” Mac shouted, “the Beast will have devoured Triton while you cavort in your tent.”
Cass broke the kiss.
And when he did, Elena asked, “Did Mac just use the word ‘cavort?’”
Cassius felt his lips twitching as he answered, “Yes.”
Elena burst out laughing.
Holding her close, enjoying the feel, Cass laughed with her.
“All right, someone remind me why the Nadirii have been our enemies for nearly three hundred years,” Mac demanded as they all rode side by side behind the women in front of them.
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