Page 77 of The Horde King of Shadow

That same desire simmered the air around us now, and sweat dripped down my back. One hand was in his hair, holding his head to my breast, and the other squeezed around his cock, stroking gently as pre-come dripped over my palm. My fist bumped hisdakke, that small, hardened bump at the base of his shaft, feeling it hot and throbbing like a heartbeat.

He wanted me. He wanted this. Maybe he’d been having the same fantasies.

His grip went even harder, and his hand came over mine, guiding his cock to my entrance. I lifted up, ignoring my obvious inexperience, only knowing that I was infinitely curious, that I wanted to learn and enjoy every new sensation sex created within me.

I felt the thick stretch of his cock slide into me. A pinching ache followed, but I moaned and rocked my hips down, biting my lip, ignoring the brief bloom of pain.

“Oh,aralye,” Sarkin whispered, his brow furrowed. We were almost at eye level with me sitting in his lap, and I saw the exquisite, maddening ecstasy there. It almost appeared as if he was in pain as he tried to control himself.

“What doesaralyemean?” I asked, something I’d wondered but never had the courage to ask. Not until this moment, when he was seated deep inside me, our walls down briefly.

His eyes were so dark they looked black. I could see myself in their reflection.

“Sweetling,” he murmured, brushing a kiss over the bridge of my nose before trailing it across my cheekbone to my ear. “Darling.”

“Oh,” I breathed.

I rocked over his cock, and he hissed. His lips returned, and when he kissed me, it was hard but consuming. Perfection.

His lips were a distraction, his wandering touch lighting me on fire. When he slid deep, I jerked, feeling him hit a spot inside me that made little stars spark in my vision as hisdakkepressed to my clit.

“Right there,” Sarkin rasped, a bead of perspiration falling down the side of his face.

I didn’t know what possessed me, but I licked at it, tasting the saltiness, wanting everything he could give me as he stoked the burning embers between us.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes on my lips. He kissed me again, this time more wildly, and his body jerked with his increased pace. “On Muron’s blood, you drive me to madness, wife.”

I found my own pace even as I explored his body. There was an urgency to our lovemaking, but there was also a patience to it. I took my time, stroking over scars and muscles as he was relentless with his teeth-clattering thrusts, sliding deep every single time. I touched his hair, brushed over his lips. He nipped at the tip of my thumb, watching me with that strained, intense expression, creating a new fire between my thighs.

He leaned forward, kissing and biting at my shoulder. His hands tightened on my hips, lifting me off him slightly so he could control the pace and the power of his thrusts completely.

Helpless and suspended, I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck, like I was trying to hang on as heunleashedhimself. Unleashed his power and desire and the rising frustration of the last few days. The uncertainty between us.

Maybe sex is the answer,I couldn’t help but think. I felt more connected to him than I’d felt in Lishara’s temple. There was a raw openness, a welcome vulnerability between us. This was what I’d craved. This was what I’d needed.

Hisdakkekept hitting my clit, making me thrash and moan in his arms. When his speed increased and he ground his hips against me, I felt my legs tighten around him and I held my breath for a brief moment.

Familiar heat exploded at my core, rippling and extending out like waves to every part of my body. I cried out, digging my nails in his shoulders, and he captured that scream with his lips.

Into our kiss, he growled, “Going to make me come, Klara.”

“Come,” I begged. “I want to feel it.”

That was all the warning I got. A violent breath rushed out of him, heaving his shoulders. His desperate groan felt like a victory as his hips jerked against me. He emptied himself into my clenching heat.

When it was over, I felt his cock throb and pulse inside me. He shuddered, our ragged breaths becoming one as we tried to catch them. We didn’t move for a long time…him seated deep inside as his cock softened. Me with my face pressed to his neck, breathing him in. I felt our heartbeats flicker against each other.

Sarkin sighed, relaxing. A contented sigh. I stroked his shoulder, thinking it wasn’t so bad to be married to someone you barely knew. Learning about each other would come with time. We couldn’t fakethis. This need.

“Did I hurt you?” came his question.

“No,” I whispered. I wanted to smile. I felt lethargic and drunk off our lovemaking.

Gently, Sarkin lifted me, untangling my legs from around his waist. He laid me back on the furs, hovering over me. His lips parted, a sharp huff escaping him when he pulled out from me. I bit my lips, feeling sensitive but content.

Sarkin rose, and my gaze flicked up the perfect statue of his body. All hard lines and smooth flesh, he could have been created by an expert sculptor.

He observed me, running a hand over his face, over his reddened lips from my kiss. His eyes dipped to my own, then trailed down my naked body, over my peaked nipples—puckered from his sucking and bites—and then to the marks his fingers had made digging into my hips before finally settling between my thighs. I could feel wetness there, his come trickling out of me.

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