They shared a bruising, unending, passionate melding of lips and tongue.
Groaning, his mouth moved to her ear lobe, and his teeth sank into it, sending her into an even more white-hot bliss.
It was even more wild, untamed, and unchecked.
Her body began to heat and pulse as his inner illumination flowed over and within me.
She smirked in triumph as he thrust a forearm into his mouth to stop from roaring out loud.
She continued to engulf him, her pussy rippling faster until, with long moans and untamed roars from him, they both blew.
He flailed out of control under her til he arched his back and stiffened as his orgasm crashed over his shaking limbs.
His glowing ink appeared to pulsate and spasm, the heated energy coalescing in his groin.
The scorching sensation set her off into a series of orgasms.
She bucked and groaned through them, hand in her mouth to stop the screams from tearing down the lodge.
They thrashed through so much pleasure and bliss that she lost count of how many times she came in orgasmic wonder.
Many minutes later, Mak collapsed back against his pillows with a groan.
Thoroughly spent, sweat poured from his body as his harsh grunts sounded, gasping for air to calm his racing heartbeat.
She fell on him, sated, freakin’ sore, fatigued, and more in love with Mak than she’d ever imagined.
The ecstasy she’d been chasing and the security in their relationship she’d been seeking were now hers.
It’s more than she could have hoped for, wished for, and the thought stirred up tears that she blinked away.
This was for life,she told herself, so gone for him, so lost in her adoration for him, for all eternity.
Chapter 29
MAK
He woke up to the sight of his wife lying beside him.
His knee was draped over her thigh, a position they’d assumed in the night, heat seeking each other, in an all-encompassing embrace.
His eyes traced Saba’s curves, taking in the graceful arch of her neck, the gentle curve of her shoulders, and the way her skin shimmered with incandescence.
He loved her Akkadian ink, which trailed over her shoulders and back, announcing her as his wife.
Fokk, their lovemaking had triggered the most unchecked rapture; her complexion shone and glowed from their wild fusion as did her inked sigils.
His eyes fell to her mouth, shaped like a rosebud, her lips a dewy petal.
Her hair was a soft tangle of curls aglow with the morning sun’s light, her face a canvas of serenity and beauty.
His gaze traveled lower to her lush, firm tits.
He lingered on her dusky nipples, which were so sweet to suckle on, then her thighs and ass, a dream which sent a jolt to his cock.
His mouth curled, thinking how he had a lifetime of lovemaking to look forward to with this one woman who was fast becoming his reason for being.
With Saba, he was starting to trust and believe again.
