Page 20 of Lich's Bride

With one hand, I grasp hers and place it over my throbbing length. "Feel how much you turn me on," I murmur against her ear before sliding it down to grasp at my aching body, already tight with need for her touch. Her fingers tease them lightly before wrapping around them both possessively.

She gasps softly as I grind my hips against hers, rubbing our crotches together. I can feel her wetness against my length, making me ache even more for her. She groans softly, her body arching into mine as if asking for more.

I trail more kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, taking one of her breasts in my hand again. I pinch the hardened peak gently between my fingers before taking it in my mouth, sucking on it hard while rolling it between my teeth. Kira cries out, her hips bucking off the bed as she tries to meld herself closer to me.

Her taste is intoxicating and reminds me of the smell she carries everywhere with her. As I suckle on her peak, I reach down to tease her other breast with my fingertips, tracing circles around the areola and then dipping into the valley between them.

I pause for a moment to look down at her flushed face and see the lust in her eyes, the desire that mirrors my own. Her lips part slightly as she pants for air, inviting me to continue my exploration elsewhere.

Without breaking contact with her breast, I slide one hand down her stomach, running my fingers through the soft curtain of hair that leads to her mound. She gasps when I brush between her legs, causing it to twitch beneath my touch.

Her graze against my skin as her hips buck up off the bed in response. I chuckle low in my throat, knowing that I have her right where I want her. I continue to tease her, circling her pearl with a deft finger while using my other hand to steady myself as I push my hips forward against her.

Our groans mingle together as our bodies begin to move in sync, seeking release from the pressure building between us. As I press deeper into her, Kira's nails dig into my back, leaving small trails of pain mixed with pleasure.

She tastes so good - a heady mix of arousal and anticipation - that it's all I can do not to lose myself in her right here and now. Her thighs grip at my hips possessively, urging me on as she arches her back off the bed in encouragement.

I pull back from her breast with a pop, trailing kisses along her jawline before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She parts them eagerly for me, allowing me access to taste more deeply of her mouth. Her tongue darts out to explore mine, tangling briefly before retreating back into her mouth.

My hand moves between us again, moving her red thong to the side, and sliding two fingers inside her tight walls. I enjoy playing with it for a bit as it gets wetter and wetter.

I get a rush and slide in. She then cries out, the sound driving me wild with need for this woman who is so responsive beneath me. With each move of my hips forward, I feel her grip on me grows tighter.

I sink deep inside her with one powerful stroke, feeling the heat of her body surround me like a second skin. Her goran vibrates against my mouth as we both shudder at the new sensation.

I lean down to nip at her neck, soothing the sting with my tongue while moving in and out of her, drawing circles around her peak before taking them between my teeth again. She arches off the bed once more, our hips meeting in an agonizing rhythm that has us both panting for air.

Our bodies slick with sweat, we move together in a dance of need and desire. Her hair fanned out behind her like a halo from the movement, the sheets twisted and tangled around our legs. The smell of sweat fills the air as I continue to pump into her, losing myself in the sight and taste of this woman who is mine.

Kira's breath comes faster now, her nails digging into my shoulders as she gasps my name between sobs of pleasure. I shift to capture one of her breasts in my hand once more, rolling her peak between my thumb. She cries out, bucking wildly underneath me as I hit that sweet spot inside her over and over again.

Our skin slapping against one another adds to the cacophony of sounds filling the room - soft whimpers turning into low groans of release and heavy panting that echoes off the walls like the beating of drums. I feel myself getting close, my body tightening in anticipation of finishing myself within her.

Gritting my teeth, I force myself to hold on just a little longer as she flies off the edge first, her body arching off the bed before collapsing back down onto the mattress in a shuddering heap.

"Oh fuck," she pants, her chest heaving from exertion. "That... that was..."

I can only manage a grunt in response as I bury my face against her neck, still working in and out of her in long strokes.

Her body clenches around me, milking me for every drop as she contracts around me spasmodically. I make sure not to finish inside of her but instead, I throw myself at her tits as I know she likes that sensation too.

15

MALACHAR

Iam deep in the heart of an ancient tome, my eyes tracing the spidery script of a long-dead necromancer, when the soft sound of footsteps breaks my concentration. I glance up, a flicker of annoyance sparking in my chest at the interruption... only to feel it melt away as I behold the figure standing in the doorway.

Kira. My wife, my apprentice, my partner in all things arcane and mundane. She cuts a striking figure in her close-fitting robes of deep plum, her raven hair caught back in a simple braid, her eyes bright with purpose and determination.

"Malachar," she says by way of greeting, striding into the room with a confidence that sends a thrill of pride through me. Gone is the timid, uncertain girl I first brought to the Blanchmire. In her place stands a woman grown, sure of herself and her power.

"Kira," I reply, setting aside my quill and giving her my full attention. "You look like a woman on a mission. What's on your mind?"

She comes to stand before my desk, a sheaf of parchment clutched in one slender hand. "I've been thinking about our duties," she says without preamble, her gaze direct and unwavering. "The tasks that need to be accomplished. I've made a list."

She sets the parchment down on the desk between us, smoothing it flat with a deft brush of her fingers. I glance down at it, noting the neat columns of her handwriting, the carefully organized bullet points and sub-headings. "I'm impressed," I say honestly, looking back up at her with a faint smile. "You've clearly given this a great deal of thought."

Kira nods, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her face at my praise. "I have. And I think it's time we started dividing these responsibilities more evenly between us. I'm your wife now, Malachar, not just your apprentice. I want to shoulder my share of the burden."

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