“I’m so fucking happy,” he whispered between kisses.
“So am I.”
“Thank fucking gods.”
“It was our fucking that did it, but I take your point.”
Tovian wheezed with laughter. “Speaking of which, we should celebrate by doing more of that.”
He takes two strides to the cot and drops me onto it. I squeal and giggle. Tovian is already stripping off his Ansi costume, what little of it there is. The shin guards and shoes go first. The leather shorts go next. From there, the only thing he’s wearing is a short fur vest, akin to a shrug, which he quickly divests himself of.
I’m as keen to celebrate this monumental development as he is, but I’m not as quick to unlace my complicated outfit. Impatient, Tovian seizes a knife and slices through the leather lacings.
“Effective.” I grin. “And hot.”
“Yeah? You like it when I rip your clothes off?”
“I love it when you’re so eager for me you can’t wait two seconds to remove them.”
Tovian shoulders his way between my thighs. “Hello there, my darling pussy.”
I can’t stop laughing. “Excuse you? Whose pussy is that?”
“Mine,” he says, with a wicked smile. “From this day forth, these are my legs”—he skimmed warm palms along my thighs—“my pussy”—he licks to prove his point. I moan and tip my hips up, seeking that glorious tongue. He gives me what I need, feasting on me like a man starved. I suppose in a way, he has been, what with traveling with Lorcan for months.
But he’s here now, driving me higher with each thrust of his tongue into my center. He sucks the stiff bead at the apex, making me writhe. It’s so good and so much, almost too much—
My back and thighs stiffen as the climax takes me. When the haze clouding my vision clears, I’m staring up at a smooth rock wall, lying on a pile of furs, chin tipped back, and Tovian is tracing my hypersensitive folds with the tip of his tongue. Little aftershocks quake through me. He takes me down gently, then rolls away.
It would be easy to lay back and be a pillow princess, letting Tovian do all the work, but this is a huge development for him, too. We both get to celebrate.
I perch on the edge of the bed and palm his cock. Ansi beds are low to the ground, which puts my face right at blowjob height. With a quick glance up at his face, I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the head. Tovian’s gaze is hot and possessive. He tents his fingers on either side of my head, lightly guiding me to where he wants me. I take him deeper. My jaw aches. Saliva pools in my mouth. His hips tilt fractionally, a primal, pulsing rhythm that makes me want him inside me a different way. Tears well at the corners of my eyes and drip down my cheeks.
Tovian grunts faintly and gently eases me off his cock.
“On the bed, Sunshine.”
I scramble to obey. We wind up in a tangle of limbs, my knees pressed together with him penetrating me from behind.
“Who’s my princess?” He growls.
“I am.” I can barely summon the breath to whisper. “My pussy is yours. This baby is yours.”
“Ours,” he corrects. “This baby is ours. We made it. We’re tied together forever now. You’re my queen, Raina. Queen of my heart and soul.”
“My king,” I contort to kiss him. Tovian stiffens, swelling inside me. I rub my clit and climax on his cock as he floods me with his seed. His free hand is on my breast, squeezing it, rolling it, flicking his thumb over the tightly beaded nipple.
Panting and sweaty, we slowly disengage.
“They’ll have to accept us, now.” I kiss his shoulder. Tovian enfolds me in his arms. It’s too hot and sticky, but I’m so content being surrounded by him that I snuggle closer. He drops soft kisses on my cheek. My temple. When I crane my neck, our lips meet.
“If they don’t, Sunshine, I’ll still be here. We’re in this together.”
#
We remain with the Ansi for an entire week. Lorcan is supposed to be planning his final push to drive out the invaders once and for all, but I have no idea what he’s really up to. I tell myself I don’t care.
Even when I overhear the women attending the bathing pools talking about the newcomer in salacious terms, I chalk it up to gossip. He’s the first man from outside the village in hundreds of years. While the women used to go into Oceanside for trade, it’s been too dangerous for such excursions for the better part of a year, now. They’re tired of sleeping with the same men in the village. I can understand why they talk about him that way.
