Every thrust of his tongue pulls a nonsensical stream of words from me. “More, please.”
He laughs and pulls back to speak. “Be specific, Annora.”
“I need…” My voice catches as his thumbs part me, and his tongue teases my clit. “You know what I need.”
He stills, and I’m lost, bereft without the touch of his mouth. “Tell me.”
The command ignites something primal within me, and I can no longer wait for him to ignite me with his mouth. I need to be filled.
I plant my hands against his chest and slip down enough to sink onto him in one swift motion.
He locks his eyes with mine. “Ride me, wife.”
Jasce’s hands grip my hips, guiding me, lifting me as I ride him harder. Our mouths find each other, kissing deeply, moaning into one another as the pace becomes frantic.
He lifts me suddenly, turns, and lowers me onto the marble. Before I can say a word, he enters me from behind, and I cry out at the new, intense angle. His hands grip my hips hard, almost painfully, as he pounds into me.
His breath catches when I reach between my legs and stroke myself.
“Tell me how it feels, Annora.”
“It feels perfect,” I say as I continue touching myself.
He moves one hand to my throat, applying just enough pressure to heighten my senses. Not to hurt me, but to possess me. To let me know he’s in control now.
My body instinctively clenches around him, and he moans—a deep, guttural sound that sends a thrill through me.
“Tighten around me again. Let me feel you.”
I comply, and a strangled groan tears from his throat.
Jasce hauls me up, my back to his front, and his arm wraps around my waist, holding me secure as he takes brisk strides toward the marble steps. “Lean forward. Put your hands on the step.”
I obey, placing my hands on the cold marble, bracing myself as he lifts my hips and enters me from behind again. My breasts fall forward, aching to be touched, and he knows what I need. His free hand roams forward, plucking my nipples into tight peaks.
“Harder.” I arch my back, pushing myself onto him.
And he obeys. The gods help me, how he obeys.
He strokes my nipples harder, pounds into me faster and faster.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Annora.”
I dig my fingers into the step, trying to find purchase as he plows into me with a relentless rhythm.
“Let everyone know whose wife you are and how much you love my cock.”
My release crashes over me, and I cry out as my body surrenders to the pleasure.
If only I could stay like this forever. No war, no magic, no death. Just love, pure and simple.
But even as I think it, I know it’s a futile wish. Reality waits outside these walls, and it won’t disappear just because I want it to.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Annora
Sunlight streamingthrough my window wakes me the following morning. I groan, knowing I’m back in Bakva—alone again, lonely again.
