Anwen’s heart drummed inside her chest, with desperation and longing, the same sentiments that reflect in my entire body. How did we stay separated for so long? Why did I even think it would be a good option when Anwen’s soft skin connected to mine like old tree roots into new soil after a rainy day.
“I love you,” she whispered just as she reached to kiss my clavicle, and oh my goddess, that was my undoing. I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto me, splaying her legs on each side of my hips, grabbing her entire body to mine and enjoying the full sensation of warmth her body propagated.
I kissed her deeply, profusely, with desperation and yearning, my tongue sweeping inside her mouth with possession and deep strokes, claiming the taste of her, the flavour I had missed during long sleepless nights.
Luckily I didn't have to struggle too much to uncover my mate because the dress quickly slid downwards, allowing the silk to shimmy across her body until it fell on the floor, leaving her bare to me, with only some lace covering the inside of her thighs, designed to attract rather than protect.
I went to her just like a bee to a blooming flower, my mouth eager to taste her, but Anwen’s hands stopped me right as my teeth prepared to rip into the black lace.
“We don’t have time for this,” she whispered, her voice roughened with desire, urging me to take her. Instinctively, I cupped her core with the palm of my hand and felt wetness, but after the last time we had done this, I wasn’t willing to take any chances, so I pushed my head towards the inside of her thighs yet again, biting the area I had originally planned to.
She moaned and grabbed me by the hair, holding on for dear life. I bit the lace and pushed it to the side with my mouth, unwrapping her like a long-awaited present, and started devouring her with teeth and tongue, playing with her folds and feeding on her until she melted in my arms, falling into complete relaxation.
I gently placed her on the sofa and spread her legs wider, enough for my head to be able to reach every single side of her, but I did not have time to continue with my plan of adding fingers and rubbing her from the inside, because she wiggled away from under me, her hands raised for me to join her, to take my allocated seat on top of her body. I wanted to ignore this request and take extra time to prepare my mate for what we were about to do, but her soft voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Ansgar, please,” she moaned, a female in heat demanding attention.Myfemale.
“Fahrenor, I want to—” I needed to explain but her eyes went wide and demanded, “Please!” she said again, the urgency in her tone telling me all I needed to know. I immediately took off my pants, her hands helping to pull them down, and as soon as I shimmied out of them, showing my readiness, Anwen grabbed me and pulled me onto the sofa next to her.
I let myself fall at her side and in the next instant, she jumped on me, her hands stroking my desire with tight and mind-bending movements until she situated her core in the perfect position to take me in.
She slit me inside of her, slowly and carefully, allowing me to feel her body stretching while her closed eyes communicated the pleasant sensation she enveloped herself in. My mate started moving onto me with feline satisfaction, up and down, up and down in a rhythm that had me lose my mind in no time. I wanted to slide myself inside of her fully, desperation overpowering my senses. Instead, I grabbed her hips and focused my attention on her breasts, licking and nipping at them until my mates exhales started to be released more abruptly.
Only then I allowed myself to take control, to push her harder onto me, shoving myself inside of her as deep as I could, her throat escaping a moan when I filled her up to the hilt. I took a minute to kiss her, remaining fully sheathed to give her enough time to adjust until I started moving her onto me, her hips listening to my every command.
Within minutes, I had her body pistoning into my own, Anwen opening up for me wider, her body fitting perfectly onto mine. I pumped into my mate with desperation, abandoning my worries and troubles, the only thing that mattered was our joining, that perfect place where our bodies became one and I let myself float into the sensation, taking her along with me.
Anwen shouted her own pleasure, claiming my body, wrapping herself against me as she rode the last waves of her release and then began to move faster, slamming into me abruptly, while her hips started rolling with me inside of her.
I had never felt anything like this before, my eyes going wide with the discovery of the new sensation, but Anwen threw me a wicked smile. One that said she knew perfectly well that she kept this talent hidden from me and only now, did I do something deserving to unlock it. She continued pushing her hips around my hardness, taking me along with her and moving me inside of her core in such a way that unknown parts of her body opened for me to reveal pleasure and sensations I had not felt before. It felt like a possession dance, her core leading the way into madness and I blindly followed, being pushed and squeezed and torn inside of her with every abrupt movement, her folds squeezing me and undulating savagely.
“Woman, you will be the death of me,” I grunted, my abdomen shaking with the growing waves of pleasure she was creating. To my shame, it only took me only two or three minutes to reach ecstasy and spill into her, panting deeply and abruptly, my mind still berserk with the feeling she had summoned.
I did compensate for my lack of resistance later that evening when Anwen went into the kitchen to prepare a snack and I followed her, unable to contain my desire at the sight of her bare ass bouncing as she moved. I splayed my mate on the kitchen counter and took her from behind, slow and profound, making her moan and rasp, scratching the surface until her fingernails started aching and until wave after wave of release flooded her.
We did not stop there, for the remainder of the night we licked, tasted, and devoured each other with raw passion and possession, until we washed away those cold nights we’d spent apart. Until every part of my body had become reacquainted with hers and I left my scent all over her skin. Along with a few bite marks. For good luck.
“Are you two ever going to wake up?”
The sound of a bored male voice made me tense for a second until I realised Anwen was in my arms and immediately found calmness. Her hair splayed across the pillow and her head rested on my shoulder, while my arms lingered around her torso. I didn’t know when we went to sleep last night, because every time we settled into bed, one of us started caressing the other until it transformed into kissing and that increased our desire, which lead to shameless sex. A lot of it. The last memory I had was being inside Anwen and did not know when I had fallen asleep.
“Huh?” The voice pierced through my dreams again and made me shift in place. I turned to the side, finding the annoying little tone that dared disturb me, especially when my body had given out and needed the rest. I supposed my lady felt the same.
I blinked a few times until my lashes found the origin of said voice.
“What the...” I leaped awake, sliding Anwen off me in the abrupt movement.
She grunted, barely able to control her own body. “What is it?” her voice sounded roughened by sex and sleep.
“Are you two ever going to wake up?” Rhylan repeated the question, and by the exasperation in his tone, I assumed he had to utter these very same words a few times over.
“Urgh...go away,” Anwen shimmied closer to me and wrapped the bed sheet around her body, to cover herself, though by Rhylan’s attitude, he already saw everything there was to see.
“It’s past lunch and you two idiots are still in bed?” Fear Gorta called for us with irritation, his hands crossed around his torso.
My eyes widened enough to take the fireling in for the first time. He looked pale, sickly, drops of sweat piling on his forehead, not at all his usual self, the male who loved parading his beauty across kingdoms, the one who always had to look perfect.
Suddenly, the puzzle connected in my mind. If this is what the queen was doing to him, to them all, then he had all the reason to want her death. My stomach turned at the thought of Marreth having to do this and the toll it would take on him.
