Page 34 of Heir of Draga

Varan thrust into her with long, even strokes; filling her, stretching her – sending her over the edge. When he was full to the hilt he rubbed against her clit, and pulled back out to start the tortuous rhythm all over again. Adelina moaned as she was wound tighter and tighter. Her mind was blank and she could only think about the way he tasted, how he felt against her, inside her, and the sensation built against her skin – ready to burst.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Adelina grabbed his ass, her nails digging into his skin, and she yanked him down hard, right into her. “I want it harder,” she growled against his lips.

Varan obliged, slamming into her until she screamed with pleasure. The orgasm ripped through her and she clutched onto him, riding it out as she throbbed with mindless sensation. His roar as he climaxed was too much. She felt his seed hit her deep inside and she pulsed once more, the second orgasm a tad gentler, but it still left her shaking and limp.

He panted above her, sweat slick between them, and the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and dark jasmine filled the room.

Adelina wrapped her arms around Varan and pulled him close, holding him to her. She never wanted to let him go, never wanted him to leave her. He stroked her hair as he kept himself from crushing her with his weight on one arm. His gaze was deep, devouring, wondering, and a little fearful.

“Are you all right?” Adelina asked, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his cock still pulsing inside her.

“I’m more than all right,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”

Adelina chuckled and released her grip on his ass. Her entire body thrummed, satiated and happy.

Rolling off the bed and slowly out of her, Varan made his way to the washroom and Adelina cracked an eye open to watch his ass disappear. His back was corded with muscle, broad shoulders begging to be marked. She sighed happily, closing her eyes once more, and knowing he would be hers for the rest of her life.

It didn’t matter the terrible steps they’d taken to reach this point in their lives. It had all been worth it. Varan was a male who she could trust, love, and depend on. He would be there for her when she needed him – helping her grow in ways she hadn’t even thought possible. He saw what she could not and directed her with gentleness and skill.

“What are you pondering in that head of yours?” Varan asked, handing her a warm washcloth.

Adelina took her time cleaning up, unable to stop smiling. “I was simply pondering how much better my life will be now that you’re permanently in it.”

Varan grinned and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her toward him. “It still amazes me I can make you so happy. It was something I didn’t think possible, worried we were too different. Then I find out you’re actually my favorite little thief? Ladra favors me.”

He kissed her softly, wonderingly, as though she were fragile – delicate.

“I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?” she asked, pulling back to study those depthless emerald eyes of his.

“Nothing a bit of salve won’t fix, but I’d rather leave them to scar.” Varan pressed his face to her neck and breathed in deeply.

“What?” she exclaimed. “You want my marks to scar?”

“Of course I do,” Varan stated. “You claimed me after all.” He arched his neck to show the two marks from her canines. The skin was a bit bruised, but otherwise they’d already closed up, no blood to see.

Adelina blushed and trailed her fingers over the mark. “You flatter me.”

“And you honor me.” He kissed her hard and then released her.

Adelina couldn’t help her gasp, as though he’d taken her very breath with him.

When he returned from her—their sitting room he had two goblets of water in each hand and gave her one. Adelina drank gratefully and rose from the bed. She sipped while she grabbed a robe from her closet.

“While I enjoy your bare skin, I can’t control myself around you naked as a babe. I had this made for you.” Adelina handed him the spidersilk robe dyed the same emerald as his eyes – his crest as the Prince of Thieves embroidered over his chest. She’d made an addition to the design though, adding in a jasmine vine to twine around the shield.

Varan grinned when he saw it and slipped the robe on, but he left the front completely open. Adelina couldn’t stop looking at his massive cock. She licked her lips. “Close the robe Varan before I take you again. I’m too hungry to start up right now.”

She set the goblet down and adjusted her corset so her breasts were mostly hidden once more. Straightening the skirt she picked up her water and brushed by her husband to the sitting room, letting her claws trail across his thigh in warning.

“All right, all right, I’ll close the blasted thing,” he chuckled, following after her.

Adelina sat at the table and crossed one leg over her knee, sensually biting into a strawberry. “Tell me Varan, are you happy?” She selected another piece of fruit and ate delicately as she waited.

His eyes widened. “Of course, why do you ask?”

“I know our union wasn’t conventional, and it’s been surrounded by grief and tragedy. We will be leaving tomorrow. I’ve submitted the plans for my rooms to be redone, but…do you feel as though I’ve made enough space for you here – as a royal in the palace? Do you think we’ll be able to truly combine our lives? You have your own estate after all.”

Varan reached across the table to take her hand. “Which I’m gifting to Roxy. It’s still my family home and we will always have a set of rooms there, but she will be the primary owner. All my things will be moved here once the renovations are complete. I believe we can do this,” he reassured her.

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