Page 54 of Chosen By Swift

And—God help her—she loved it.

When he grabbed a handful of her hair and knotted it around his hand, she cried out at the bite of pain and the shock of ecstasy it brought. Her breasts throbbed, and her nipples were so hard they ached. Swift drew her head up with a tug on her hair, and she arched her back to accept the new position he wanted from her. He was so deep inside her now. Each jarring thrust tore a grunt from her throat, and he growled at the sounds she made, each one inflaming him to take her harder and faster.

Still holding tight to her hair, he placed his other hand on her shoulder, pressing her down to the mattress. Caught between his powerful body and the bed, she submitted to her husband. She closed her eyes and enjoyed every wicked second as he pounded relentlessly into her again and again and again. His pace increased, and his strokes grew shallow. She could hear his breaths growing deeper, and she knew what was coming.

She wanted it. She wanted him to spill his seed deep inside her. She wanted all the things he had promised her—a home and a family. She wanted the life she had craved for so long. She wanted his baby—and she told him so.

“Breed me,” she begged. “Breed me, Swift.”

His sharp inhale behind her was all the warning she had before he came. His grip on her body was so tight she knew there would be bruises on her shoulder later. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had strands of her hair in his hand when he was done. But that little snap of pain was nothing to the absolute joy she felt as the heat of his seed filled her.

Swift shuddered a few times, his body rocking slowly back and forth as he spent every last drop he had. When he was done, he used his shocking strength to flip her onto her back and then climbed over her. Before she could speak, he claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss. She wrapped her arms around his blazing hot body and held him close as their tongues tangled.

His hand slipped between their bodies, finding her swollen nub, and he began to circle it slowly. She was so aroused it didn’t take much to send her over the edge. She buried her face in his neck and moaned as the waves of pleasure rippled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

As the ecstasy faded, the memory of what she had said returned, and she felt suddenly shy. She avoided his gaze as he caressed her breasts and belly. Finally, he asked, “Alys, did you—?”

“I’m sorry. That was so crass.” She still couldn’t meet his gaze and focused on the interesting lines of the tattoo at the top of his arm.

“It wasn’t.” He placed two fingers under her chin and tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his tender gaze. “It was hot as hell.”

She blushed. “I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t very ladylike.”

“Like I care about that?” He kissed her lovingly. “I almost blacked out when I came.”

She winced. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize! I want you to be like that every time we have sex. Be wild and free. Talk to me. Take what you want. Ask for what you need.”

She understood that he was trying to reassure her and appreciated it. Still a little embarrassed, she admitted, “It was easier to be wild and free while facing away from you.”

“That makes sense, and it’s fine with me. We can do all sorts of fun things that don’t require us to face each other.”

The eager, boyish grin on his face made her smile. “Why am I not surprised that you have an entire list ready?”

“I’ve had a lot of time to prepare.” He kissed her again, and she wished they could stay like this for the rest of the afternoon, naked and sated and exchanging sweet kisses.

“I meant it,” she confessed and drew her initials on his chest. “About the baby,” she clarified softly. “I’ve always known that I wanted to be a wife and a mother. I expected it to happen a little differently and for there to be a farm and animals involved.”

“No space ships and giant sky warriors?” he teased.

“No.” She traced his jaw. “But I think maybe this was always supposed to be my destiny. It feels right.”

“It feels right to me, too, and that scares me,” Swift admitted, his eyes betraying his vulnerability.

“Why?”

“Any time things go well up here, things inevitably go to shit.” He pulled her into a close embrace. “We’re still at war with the Splinter faction. They’re wounded and weak, but they’re still out there. The hardliners will come at us again. It’s only a matter of time.” He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She didn’t know anything of warfare. She had lived a peaceful life down on her planet, insulated from the violence that happened often in The City or other parts of her world. She couldn’t even begin to imagine all Swift had seen.

“I’ll keep you safe, Alys. Whatever it takes, I’ll keep you safe.”

His arms tightened around her, and she placed her ear against his chest, listening to the slowing thud of his heartbeat. Swift had spoken his vow to keep her safe, but she made hers silently, vowing to herself to do everything she could to make him happy and give him the family he had earned.

Chapter Twelve

Swift stood back and watched as Alys fussed around the table. She had been grumbling about the lack of table linens and proper dishes and silverware for at least ten minutes now. He sensed she was embarrassed to be serving dinner to a guest on a bare table on the utilitarian dishware stocked in each kitchen.

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