He grabs the waste of my pajama pants and yanks them down my legs, tossing them aside like they’ve offended him. Before I have a chance to settle back in place, he thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching me. It’s too much. I’m too full. But he was right, I’m soaking wet for him as he pumps into me, striking the spot inside me that only he knows.
I grip his forearms, to hold on, to slow him down, I don’t know, because I’m hurtling toward a climax and it’s going to be huge. It doesn’t wash over me butdetonates through me and I cry out his name.
“Rhys.”
“That’s it, hen,” he says as he slips his fingers from me. He smacks my hip and says, “On your knees.”
My whole body shakes with aftershocks as I roll over and I see him lick his fingers clean of my cum like that cat that got their cream.
“Up, up,” he orders softly as he taps my hips and I rise up on my knees with my weight on my hands and forearms.
Rhys nudges my thighs wider before he wraps his hands around the bottom of my cheeks and uses his thumbs to spread me open for him before he spears me with his tongue. I have to grip the bedding in my hands and bury my face in the soft cotton to keep from crying out as he devours me. Just when I think I can’t take any more, Rhys covers my back with his body and drives deep inside me, pulling a gasp from when I feel just how deep he is.
Rhys has been gentler with me since our wedding. This is not that as he plants a fist in the bed and wraps his free hand around the base of my throat, owning me, as he guides me up onto my knees, holding me suspended as he plunges into me.
“Do you feel me, hen?” he asks, his voice rumbling against the shell of my ear. His scruff bristles against my cheek as he pulls my earlobe into his mouth and bites down. “Do you?”
“Y-yes,” I reply as he thrusts become a staccatoresponse.
“Feel me filling you,” he says as he moves again. “Feel me deep inside your tight cunt.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he holds me captive, open to him and whatever he wants to do to me, whatever he wants me to feel.
He slowly glides his palm downward, from my throat to my chest to between my breasts. Down, down, down my belly and over my mound to between my thighs where he’s entering me over and over and pressing in on my clit. My head falls back to his chest. I’m his doll to play with, none of my movements are my own. Rhys controls me completely at this moment.
“Feel where we come together,” he growls as he moves faster and faster inside me. His fingers at my clit circle over and over, driving me closer to the edge. “It’s just you and me.”
“Yes, yes,” I cry out as I grab onto his wrists.
He holds me, one arm banding across my body and the other at my pussy, trying to keep me upright while my orgasm crashes over me.
“Just you and me,” he repeats as he drives up into me over and over. He fucks me through my climax as he guides me back down to my belly, my hips still in the air with my knees beneath me. He covers me with his body again, drawing my hands into each of his, intertwining our fingers and holding me tightly while he ruins me. “Always.”
“Always.” I cry out as he drives into me, rockingthe bed against the wall.
His hands tighten around mine with the admission that was involuntarily ripped from me. Somehow, I’ve become part of anus, a one, a unit. A couple.
Once upon a time, it was just me and now that there’s an us, I know I will feel him inside of me, not just my pussy, but my heart and my soul, for the rest of my days.
He drives harder and faster, striking that place inside me that sends me over the edge. I clench around him and he groans out, “Fuck, I love the way you grip my cock and come all over it. Feel it.”
I have no reply because I can’t. I just hold on as all of my senses short circuit, and everything whites out for a second. Rhys’s movements turn jerky until he plants himself deep inside me and groans as he comes.
He holds me tight in the protective circle of his arms, his softening cock still inside me, and for a moment, I forget how truly terrifying our life together is. Or maybe, how terrifying my entire life has actually been, though without my knowledge. But now it all comes rushing back in like a rubber band that’s been stretched too far and all it can do is snap back with a jolting crack.
He rolls us to our sides so we can settle in more comfortably. He pulls away from and out of me for a second to grab the covers and pull them over us as he settles back in behind me, tangling his legs with mine and holding me tight.
“It’ll all be okay,” he says as my brain flits to threats and attempted murders and dangerous political alliances.
“Yeah,” I reply as he relaxes and begins to drift off.
But it’s a lie. I’m feeling anything butokay.
In fact, I’m fairly fucking scared.
Chapter 9
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