Page 31 of Chosen By Swift

“Fuck, Alys,” Swift swore roughly. “We’re going to have so much fun with these.”

“Are we?”

He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “You were built for loving.” He kissed her right breast and then the left. “For pleasure.” His hand slipped between her thighs, and she gasped as his fingers delved into her slick folds. “You were made for a man like me.”

“I think you’re right,” she murmured, her head spinning from the indecent things he said and the smoldering way he looked at her.

“I know I am,” he replied cockily. Their discussion ended there, and he claimed her mouthin a kissthat made her toes curl. She clung to his shoulders as he slipped first one and then two fingers into her core. He was gentle as he primed her channel, his fingers mimicking what his manhood would soon be doing to her. His thumb caressed her clitoris, and she keened against his mouth. He growled at her wanton reaction and began to rub and thrust, working her closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Swift,” she said, her hips arching up off the bed. “Swift.”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” The fingers inside her curved just so, and she cried out at the wild burst of pleasure. He was pressing against something extremely sensitive, a spot that made her thighs shake and her core tremble. “Darling, you’re so wet. Can’t wait to get inside you.”

She couldn’t wait either. Except she really,reallywanted him to keep rubbing that spot he had found. He seemed to understand that was what she craved most. He stroked inside her and massaged her clitoris until she was clawing at his sides and moaning like a heathen. “Swift!”

He groaned as she came again, her inner walls squeezing his fingers with each burst of pleasure. He kept up the slow and easy pace, rubbing and stroking until she thought she might actually die. Her heart fluttered, and she felt lightheaded and woozy. She whimpered as the pleasurable waves faded, and he gently removed his hand from between her thighs.

Brazen and emboldened by the sensual feelings he had awakened in her, Alys grabbed his face and dragged him down for a kiss. He reacted with shock and then a playful laugh that turned into another groan as she darted her tongue against his. Her entire body was on fire, and even though she had just had two orgasms, she wanted more. She needed more. Swift had flipped a switch inside her, and she never, ever wanted to turn it off.

Their kisses turned frantic, and he grasped her hips, pulling her higher up the bed and impressing her with his strength. Their mouths were still joined in wild kisses as he moved between her thighs, lifting her bottom in one hand while the other cupped the back of her neck. His shaft touched her lower belly, and she felt something wet smear on her skin. She broke away from his kiss, curious as to what it was.

The tip of his penis glistened, and she indulged her curiosity, touching the ruddy crown. He hissed, and she immediately pulled her hand back. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” He grabbed her hand and brought it back to his shaft. “Touch my cock, Alys. It’s as much yours as it is mine.”

Considering the way he had explored her private parts, it made sense he would want her to do the same to him. She slid her hand down his shaft until she reached the bottom and then stroked right back to the tip. He grunted, and she glanced at his face, worried she really was hurting him. His eyes were closed, and she could see that the expression on his face wasn’t one of pain. It was one of pleasure.

She stroked him again and again, gliding her hand down his erection and right back up again. Curious, she let her hand drift even lower and cupped his testicles. The skin of his sac was taut and hot, and it was much heavier than she had expected. She ran her thumb over the skin, and Swift inhaled sharply. “Enough.”

She pulled her hand back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—.”

“You didn’t.” He captured her mouth in a wicked kiss. “Your hand feels too good, and I don’t want to come on your belly.” He flicked his tongue against her lips. “Iwant to comedeep inside you. I want to fill you up with my cum again and again and again until my seed takes hold.”

Excitement rippled through Alys at the way he described breeding her. Children were a natural outcome of marriage, and if this was how good it felt to make love with her husband, she was perfectly content to let him take her again and again and again.

“Does that make you happy?” Swift held her gaze as he took his cock in hand and dragged the fat tip through her soaking lower lips. He gently prodded at her entrance, dipping in only a bit before retreating. The anticipation left her trembling. “Do you want my cum inside you, Alys? Marking you? Filling you?”

“Yes,” she said desperately. “I want it.” Her face flamed as she confessed to such wicked desires. What is happening to me? What has he done to me?

“Are you going to be a good wife?” Swift pressed the head of his cock into her again, this time entering her instead of teasing.

“Yes, I’ll be good.” She clutched at his sides, wanting to feel him all the way inside of her. If his fingers felt so good, she couldn’t wait to see what it was like tostretcharound his cock. “I’ll be good, sir.”

“Alys,” he groaned and thrust all the way. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. There was a sharp sensation, not exactly painful, and then the strangest feeling of fullness. There wasn’t any of the awful pain she had been warned to expect. It felt different—but good.

“Are you okay?” He seemed to be gritting his teeth as he held perfectly still. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, you’re not hurting me.” She wanted to know what it would feel like when he moved so she gave his sides a squeeze. He didn’t need to be told in words. He understood what she wanted and slid out a few inches and then right back into her. She gasped at the wild sensation and smiled up at him in stunned excitement. He cursed under his breath and thrust into her again. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, completely overwhelmed by the experience. “Swift!”

His shaky breaths heightened her excitement. He leaned down, bracing himself on his elbow and thrust into her over and over. She loved the gliding sensation of his cock inside her. Every now and then, his body would bump against her pearl, and she wondered if it would be possible to orgasm like this, with him buried inside her sex. Maybe, but she decided to hold on for the ride this time. She wanted to watch him, to learn what he liked and see what he looked like when he was on the verge of exploding with ecstasy.

His neck flushed, and his pupils dilated, the black covering up more and more of his blue irises. She clung to his shoulders, welcoming him between her thighs. He whispered her name and kissed her every few strokes. It was languid and easy, and she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to get out of this bed again.

“Alys.” His tone had turned sharp and warning. He moved faster, his hips snapping and his cock sliding in and out with more force. Now, it started to feelreallygood. Her thighs tightened around his waist, and she clutched his shoulders so hard she was certain she would leave nail marks on his skin. If it hurt him, he didn’t show It. He was lost in his own race to ecstasy. “Alys!”

She kissed his jaw and his chest as he thrust faster and faster. She couldn’t believe how deep he was inside her, how much power he put into each snap of his hips. The sounds their bodies made were absolutely obscene—and they only heightened her arousal. Knowing that she could make this skilled warrior lose control with her body was heady indeed.

“Alys!” He thrust so deep and hard she was certain there would be bruises on her inner thighs. He shuddered and grunted, and she felt his cock spasm inside her. The strange bursts of heat surprised her. She could feel his seed and wondered if it would take hold easily. Had she inherited her mother’s fertility?

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