Sighing, he cupped a breast, thumbed her nipple and pushed his shaft almost to the end of her.
“I’ve told you, you are different. Always was, always will be. The first time I saw you at that party I was blown away, already knew I had to have you. The second I saw you on my ship, I was irresistibly, inexplicably, drawn to kiss you, like I would die if I didn’t.”
He took a deep breath and smiled when he was finally buried inside her to the hilt, then exhaled in relief that she was home, safely home, with him. “I’ve never felt that way before, and when you started disappearing I had to keep you there, I thought if I let go I would never see you again. I thought I could hold you with the kiss.”
“It wasn’t a strong enough physical hold to keep me from transporting.”
“Aye, well, I will hold on stronger now,” and he suddenly pounded into her hard and fierce like a powered trip-hammer.
He was driving so hard he was shoving her body away, he had to grip her shoulders to hold her, but only with one hand, he couldn’t open his fingers to release her breast, so he held on, his balls slapping against her with every plunge, his hair splashing her face.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, groans peppered from her jolting body, breasts bouncing. He thrust so hard she gasped with a shocked grunt.
Fearing he was too rough, Dev slowed. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she panted out, “more, Devilos, more,” her hips strove up to crash at his, trying to make him go faster and harder again.
But he maintained a long, deep, rocking rhythm. “Devilos,” her voice high and stretched, “please, please,” then she shuddered feeling the bumps rise on his manhood along with the horns on his head.
She was on the brink, wincing with the strain of trying to make him move faster and push her over the top, her cry a dire rasp, “Devilos, please!”
“Tell me you will never leave me again, Svetiessa.” His voice a chasm of hurt and fear, and tenderness, he whispered, “Tell me you love me as much as I love you.”
She was startled at his words. He now moved ever so slowly, long lingering thrusts in way deep, long languorous slide out, the bumps rolling against every soft tissue inside her sheath.
Groans rushed with the burning in her sex, she moaned “Devilos,” a shudder started at her core and ricocheted out.
“Tell me Svetiessa,” he demanded, his penis scraped and roiled like a helix all the way in, and all the way out.
Sveti’s body shook and shuddered, her teeth chattered with the intensity of the sensations he drew out of her.
“I, uh,” grunting groan, “I love you, Devilos,” her voice trailed off in the awe of the moment, she meant what she said, but she was unmistakably dumbfounded at it. Her fingers dug into his rock hard ass, her lids scrunched over her eyes as she fought to grind at his cock to make him move faster.
“Damn you, Devilos, you are so…uh,” her throat clenched at a sudden hard thrust, but she wasn’t coming until he let her, “controlling…”
With a chuckle, he socked his mouth over hers sucking out a voracious mind spiraling kiss, letting her little tongue slide over his descending fangs, then he drilled into her soft sheath.
He smiled at the small jump of surprise, she’d forgotten the fangs. The discovery of them on her tongue, with his hard thrust made her skin quiver, Sveti’s body rippled against his with the sudden rush of heat that struck her.
Picking up his momentum, Dev plunged faster watching Sveti’s eyes roll back, her neck arch.
“Ah, stay with me sweetheart.” Thrusting harder, he panted, “Open your eyes, little wife, look at me.”
It was a few more plunges before her heavy lids lifted and the blue streamed out already dazed. Their eyes linked, and wielding his man’s club, he bore into her like a maelstrom.
Choppy uh, uh, uh’s ruffled up her throat. “Devilos,” she gasped, “you’re tearing me asunder, no, don’t stop!” her nails raked across his back, then staked into his biceps.
“Zues, baby, I love when you claw me, speaking of,” he huffed, “my horns, fangs, you okay with all that? I need to know like, ah, right now,” his voice deep with tension, his balls were on fire, they were binding up getting ready to shoot.
“Uh huh,” she croaked, whimpering at his increasingly harder thrusts that forced deep shockwaves up her core. “Yeah,” she groaned, “all of it, all of you, want it all.”
“Open your eyes, Svetiessa,” he urged, he had waited a long time to have her writhing under him again and he wanted to watch those beautiful blues when she blew up.
Her body jolting from the hard mass of him punching into her, her eyes levered up to his, glazed and glowing, burning so hot the blue melted.
“Ready baby?” his growl ended in a harsh purr.
At her glazed nod, he pounded into her as his horns rose and turned, curling over her back preparing to plunge, his fangs descended. Leaning on his elbows, he could reach her chest with both hands, his claws unsheathed and encircled her breasts.
A short scream flushed from her tight throat at their sudden sharp, painful stabbing grip, her back arched off the mattress, her pupils slowly flooded black over the blue irises until not a shade of color was left.
At that moment her body undulated against his with violent tremors, his horns speared into her back. As she went over the brink, her eyes shook and rolled back in her head as Dev’s fangs pierced the firm flesh of her neck. He pushed her knees up and went deeper.
She screamed, “Devilos!” Her body bucking at his uncontrollably, screaming and screaming. With a sharp inhale she cried, “I can’t withstand the feelings- I’m exploding from the inside out- Dev, the burn, the blinding brilliance!” and she shattered.
His fangs withdrew and he covered her mouth with his, her lids raised slightly to see his eyes ignite in black then pure white phosphorescence as he let go.
Their bodies gyrated together, he could feel her multiple orgasms shake and race through her body, one after another as her silken channel clamped open and closed with spasms on his shaft, grinding, wringing him, she couldn’t scream anymore.
His roar of release reverberated in her mouth, down her throat, his balls erupted and his seed shot out of him. In the back of his mind he knew he needed to sheath his claws or he would pierce her breasts too much and injure her in his extreme intensity.
Growls of fulfillment strew from his rumbling chest as his horns, fangs and claws receded and he continued driving into Sveti until there was nothing left and he dropped on her, chest heaving, heart pounding.
Lying on his side, Dev pulled her in close, threw a leg over her and wrapped both arms around his wife to hold her secured to his chest, their rushing breaths slowing as they came back down to earth.
Zues, he was never letting her go, never.
Chapter Thirty-One
Dev woke with Sveti curled in his arms. Gently extricating her, he moved slightly to her side. Up on one elbow he drank her in. So beautiful, he loved her so much his heart about burst apart with it.
She lay tumbled, naked, with a sheet covering one thigh; her chest rose and settled softly with her sleeping breaths.
He couldn’t not touch her, his palm covered a breast, the pink nipple no longer a tight knot. She squirmed slightly and sighed.
Staring hard at her, memorizing every pure inch of her lush body and gorgeous face, Dev knew what he had to do.
He had forced her to Nasitar, forced her to marry him Last night he had bullied her into his bed, and, his chest tightened, he had even forced her to tell him she loved him.
A groan burned in his gut. She had made it clear from the start she did not want to marry him and resented his tricking her.
She had only acquiesced to his commands because he made her. Probably hated mating with him too, all burly and rough, hard and violent. He dominated and pushed her around like a tyrant, as bad as her brother.
A small chuckle tripped from his chest tight with anguish, but she hadn’t fe
igned her orgasms; there was no faking those screams and body breaking paroxysms.
Still, he sighed with the agony of knowing he had to do the right thing by her. He had to bury his selfish need of Sveti, it was time he put her wishes first.
Gently caressing her breast with his long fingers for the last time, he bent and softly kissed her sweet lips. Then he reluctantly pulled the sheet over her to keep the temptation away, and got out of bed.
Gone for half the day, when he returned with Bowie, Sveti was up and had prepared a casserole for dinner. Her face lit up when he came through the door.
“Devilos, where have you- oh, hi Bowie,” she frowned at her husband’s grim countenance.
“You need to go with Bowie,” he said flatly without looking at her.
“What? Why? Go where?” Her head swung from one to the other in bewilderment. “What’s wrong?”
Dev growled, “There is nothing wrong.” He grasped her arm and brought her to the open door and pulled her out to the hall. Bowie, his face just as grim followed them out.
Confusion wrought over her pretty face, Sveti asked, “Devilos, what is going on?”
Now he looked her in the eye, his face drawn and pale. “I realized, Svetiessa, that it was wrong of me to make you marry me. But,” he drew a hard breath, expelled it roughly then said, “I didn’t want to lose you and you gave me no time to woo you.” The fingers of one hand forked through his braids.
“I know, but-”
“It was wrong, and I don’t deserve a woman like you. Damn, Svetiessa,” his black brows scrawled low over pained eyes. “I even forced you to tell me you love me.” The braids swung with the contemptuous shaking of his head.
“I’ve treated you so badly, acted the savage animal with you, I,” he ran his hand through his scalp again, glanced at Bowie but Bowie was looking away.
“Anyway," he turned back to face her bewilderment. “I am setting you free. Bowie is going to take you to your family.” His lip twisted wryly. “I was even so unfeeling, so drowned in selfishness with my own greedy needs to have you that I didn’t even let you visit with them yesterday.”
Sveti put out her hands to him. “Devilos, listen-”
“Nay, you don’t have to kowtow to me anymore, ever again. While you’re visiting with your family, I will have your things moved into your old suite so you don’t have to worry about me assaulting you again. You can leave with your family when the ship arrives. I promise,” he said quickly as she tried to speak.
“I will find a way to break our…bond. Our marriage bond, the chemistry. I will find a way to dissolve it and you will be free to, ah, find another…and be happy.”
Dev’s throat closed and he turned from her. “Take her to her family, Bowie,” he commanded quietly then he took off with hard strides away down the hall, war braids flapping behind him.
Hours later, after a few meetings he couldn’t keep his mind in, Dev hit a dingy bar a distance from their quarters so he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew, and drowned his sorrows.
How the hell will he live without her now that he’s known the pure angel that was Svetiessa?
The alcohol did nothing to dull the excruciating pain in his heart and crushing ache in his head from his loss. He had wanted her, he took her, fell in love with her, and lost her.
Only lowlife miscreants hunched in the foul tavern, even trashed and stupid, they were smart enough to stay away from the grievously brooding warrior.
A few more drinks and he shoved heavily to his feet and lumbered out of the bar. His steps slow and ponderous, he could barely lift his boots off the ground, he had no desire to go back to his empty suite but he had nowhere else to go hang around and pine for his wife.
He had made sure Bowie had taken Sveti’s cardkey; he didn’t want her coming back because she feared he would harm her or her family in retribution or some shit. She was free of him, and that was that.
At his door, he fumbled out his key and dejectedly shoved it in the lockspace and trudged inside. The suite was dark, cold, and profoundly empty, like his soul.
His nose lifted, he could still just barely smell her scent, it only tore more at his hurting, broken, heart. His mouth twitched with miserable bitterness.
Here he had never thought he would fall in love, want a woman to keep forever, and then get her and marry her, and now have to let her go.
He snorted miserably, now he could understand other people’s pain that he had always sneered at.
Toddling into the bedroom, he didn’t bother with the lights; the grey light from the station matched his grey heart. He dropped his cardkey and weapons on the nightstand then went to take a shower.
Not feeling the least refreshed after letting the stinging water beat at him, burn him with the hottest heat he could stand, he trod sadly back to his room.
He didn’t bother to put anything on, he just climbed in the bed and pulled the sheet up to cover his hips and laid there trying not to think of his wife. Correction, soon to be ex-wife.
Ha, like he will ever be able to not think about her, not picture her smile, not dream about them together making love. Dragging his pillow over his head, he tried to bury his tormented thoughts.
Epilogue
That’s where Sveti found him after letting herself in with the key she refused to give over to Bowie.
A shaft of low light sifted in through the window softly lighting parts of Dev’s bronzed body, a buff shoulder, an angled cheek.
On his stomach facing the side, his arm was out like it had been when she had left him before, as if he was reaching for her.
The black hair loose now, Brahms must have been by, showered over the white pillow. She stood beside the bed watching the powerful warlord sleep.
When her fingers reached the first button on her blouse, his eyes shifted slightly open.
“Svetiessa?” his voice low and rusty with sleep, “what are you doing here?” He didn’t move.
“I decided, Husband,” a small calculating smile curved her lips as she unbuttoned a second button watching his gaze latch onto her dainty fingers. “That I was done with you telling me what to do. You even had the gall to tell me I didn’t want you.”
Still not moving his body, his baffled gaze rolled up to her shimmering blues.
The last button opened and his eyes dropped back down, a flick of white glinted in the blackness of his orbs.
“Oh aye? Yeah?” his croaky murmur crept out, his tongue snaked around, licking his dry lips as Sveti drew her blouse off and let it fall from her fingers.
“Yes.” Smiling at the glow in his dark eyes now staring hard at her breasts, she said, “You are not the boss of me, I am.”
She reached around and unclasped her bra, slid it down her arms and dropped it on the discarded blouse. Then she discarded her shoes.
Her breasts unfettered in front of him, those amazing pink-tipped globes he thought he’d never see again, Dev couldn’t put a sentence together, he muttered, “So, you say.”
He still didn’t move but his body shifted as his cock swelled.
“Uh huh,” she nodded and reached behind her for the button on her skirt.
Undoing it, she tucked her fingers in the waist and started slowly sliding the fabric over her shimmying hips then down her legs watching Dev’s pupils spark, his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow.
“From now on, Devilos, no one, not you or anyone, will tell me what I can and can’t do, go where I want to.”
Standing in a tiny triangle of pink silk, Sveti sifted her palms up to brush over her breasts then down to just barely touch her sex through the silk.
She kept on, her voice husky seeing Dev about to detonate, “Tell me whom to marry,” sliding her fingers over her clit she almost grinned at the color that seeped across Dev’s hard face as his horns swelled.
“Uh, yeah?” he mumbled, licking his lips, his breathing grew deep and rapid.
“Yup.” She grasped the panties and drew them languidly
down her legs, grinning at the strain on her husband’s face. “And, no one, least of all you, will tell me who I can, will, do love. So,” she said, stepping languorously out of the panties.
Wriggling slightly, Sveti skimmed her palms over her bare skin before holding her arms gracefully out at her sides. “Is that the striptease you said wanted that day you seduced me into marrying you?”
His gaze roamed up and down her nude body, eyes bright with desire, “Oh aye,” he murmured and pulled the sheet back for her to join him.
Sveti put one knee on the bed, her thighs spread, his eyes devoured her glistening womanhood exposed in front of his face. He reached for her.
She climbed onto the bed on all fours. Dev couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to, his hands closed over her hanging breasts, his moan quivered all over his body, shaft a thick, hard, pulsing club.
“Zues, Svetiessa, baby,” he groaned with profound pleasure, and gratefulness. “I never thought I would have the blessing to hold these again.”
The backs of his eyes stung with the threat of tears. Another new and unfamiliar sensation. Everything with her was new, and wonderful.
Sveti arched her spine thrusting her breasts into his hard grip, her own moans vibrating with his.
Climbing on him to straddle his hips, she waited while he moved to lie flat on his back, still kneading her globes, the full spheres throbbed in his hands.
Up on her knees, her sex was fully exposed, Dev released a breast to stroke her slit. When he rubbed her throbbing nub her body shook so hard her head fell forward, long strawberry curls tickling his chest.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her beauty as she raised her arms to push the locks back to tumble in a curly flame down her back.
Sliding a finger into her, his groan unharnessed agony, “Baby, you are so wet.”
“Yes. For you. Always, forever, for you, my husband. I love you, Devilos.” She leaned forward to grasp his ramrod penis and put it at her soft opening, and sighed with a sensual mewl when she lowered herself on it.
Her hands settling on his powerful chest to hold herself up, Sveti set the rock and roll rhythm.
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