She fucking laughed, while my cock poked at her tight little entrance and my body was desperate to be joined with hers.
My heart skipped a fucking beat. That was what she did to me.
My chest loosened with a chuckle, and I shifted to my side, slipping a hand down her body to her cunt.
“Hmm, it isn’t, is it? My fault for skipping to the main course when I haven’t even had my appetizer yet.” I traced my fingers down her slit and moved suddenly, shifting to kneel before her. I pressed her knees to the bed, pinning her open.
She watched me with heated eyes. I leaned in and licked her. Her cunt was even sweeter than I remembered. I licked her from clit to ass and back again. I inched a finger inside and added another. She thrust her hips into my invasion. Needing more, I nosed through the wet curls covering her mound and burrowed through her slick folds to her clit. I licked and sucked circles around that precious little bundle of nerves, and her wetness coated my hands. I added a third finger, and her breath hitched.
She was getting there. I tongue-fucked her while she writhed beneath me, and when she came, her cunt spasming around my fingers, clenching tightly, I leaned up, moved across her, and pushed inside.
I kissed her deeply, holding her face in my hands like the priceless thing it was, and sank in deep, to the hilt.
She cried out on my lips. I’d only been inside her once before, which wasn’t nearly enough to make it easier for her to take me.
“I’m sorry, angel. I’m sorry,” I murmured, letting her adjust to my size.
I was sunk deep, and her muscles clenched like crazy aroundme. Maybe I was pushing her too quickly after everything that had happened. She wasn’t relaxed like she’d been that first time in the chapel.
Her nails were deep in my back, and when her eyes met mine, they were blazing.
“I’m sorry to hurt you?—”
“Don’t stop,” she interrupted me to whisper.
When I didn’t move, surprised by her words, she spoke again.
“I said don’t stop,” she demanded.
I pulled out a few inches then sank back in, and pleasure shot down my spine. Holy fuck. I wouldn’t last long inside my angel. She had not only destroyed my sanity, but she’d also dismantled my self-control.
She shook under me, and I gathered her close, my heart against hers.
“I got so lost,” she murmured. “I missed you. When I thought you were hurt, my heart broke, and I didn’t think there was enough of it left to do that anymore.”
I shook my head, emotions crowding in and filling it. Tender and sweet things I’d never felt before. Precious feelings I had given up on experiencing in my miserable life.
“I will find you every single time you feel lost. I will never let you go. How they ever thought they could tame you, I have no idea. You are so much stronger and braver than they could ever conceive.”
My hips were pounding her now, and I was close. I needed to come, to mark this woman and fill her up. We weren’t using protection, and there was only a slim chance that she was on birth control. What if she got pregnant?Good. Then it would be harder for her to ever leave. That damn devil in my head was satisfied. It would be harder for her to stop loving me if she was tied to me bya child... or three. I wanted her pregnant with my child, wearing my ring, in my bed, on my lap, at my table, all around me, all the time. A fresh start to have a real family, and they would be loved. I’d die before they ever doubted that.
She had changed me, from the inside out. I wasn’t the same because of her. I never would be again. A light in the darkness.
“You shine,” I whispered on her skin, and changed my angle to hit her clit with my pelvic bone.
She cried out, stiffening, her nails biting deeper, but I didn’t stop.
I didn’t slow even a moment and showed no mercy, because she’d shown me none. She’d stormed my heart and claimed it before I’d even realized I still had one.
When she came again, her whole body jerked. She got impossibly tight, so tight I couldn’t even thrust anymore. Instead, her cunt squeezed along my cock and milked my fucking orgasm right out of me, drawing it ruthlessly from my balls.
I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d tried.
34
KATARINA
Itrailed my fingers over the rich brocade of a tapestry hanging on the wall of the library. An actual tapestry.