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“Of course, my queen.” He picks up my knee to prop one thigh open, then repeats it with the other, spreading me wide. Fisting his cock, he drags the head up and down my sex, coating me in more of his aphrodisiac fluids until I squirm.

I don’t know what’s hotter—him calling me queen or the stroke of his cock—but I don’t have to choose. I get both. I get it all.

He leans down and takes my mouth, kissing me like there’s nothing else in the world but us and our lips and tongues moving against each other. He whispers, “I love you.”

Then his cock, his massive, glorious cock, slides into me, stretching me with exquisite pleasure. The little rose toy sparks to life, tingling over my clit. Another orgasm slams into me, stealing my breath as my entire body sings with delight as we become one.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Wranth

Sliding into the velvet heat of my bride is like coming home. Naomi is the only home I’ll ever need. “I love you.”

She shatters around me, her cries of pleasure all the answer I need. The bond in my chest thrums, stronger than the tether ever was, binding me to her body, heart, and soul.

“You are my all, my everything,” I murmur. “My beautiful and brilliant moon bound bride.”

“Oh, Wranth. I love you, too.” She caresses my face. Then she squeezes, her inner muscles tightening around me as she gives me her sultry smile.

My hips snap forward, a rush of sensation racing down my spine. I groan and grit my teeth, already too close, my body demanding to knot her, to claim her as mine.

Yet I promised to worship her, and worship her I shall.

I pull almost all the way out, the air of the room shockingly cool after her heat. The desire to bury myself inside her rises within me like a beast, but I hold back my primal side. There is a time for it, and there is a time for this slow, drawn-out loving that delights the senses. I want to love her with both sides of my nature, with all that I am.

She deserves nothing less.

“My queen,” I growl as I slip back inside her sweet depths, grinding my hips forward in little circles before pulling out.

Her eyes flutter, her plump lips falling open in a look of such delight that pride fills me. I will pleasure her well and often. My wooing will never end—I will treasure my bride every day for the rest of our lives.

I slide into her again and again, drinking in her gasps and moans of pleasure. The scent of our sex fills my nose, my seed coating her skin and making her smell like me in the way I love. It satisfies the feral possessiveness in my breast.

Her knees lift, her little heels digging into the backs of my thighs. Her lush breasts sway with every thrust, the movement fascinating.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur. “Spread out on my furs, taking my cock so well. What a queen you are.”

“God, Wranth.” She bites at her lip, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “What you do to me. Don’t stop.”

“Never,” I say. “I will never stop loving you, wanting you.”

I plunge forward, her muscles gripping me so tightly my pleasure spikes, sending my heart racing. I grunt, my balls tightening, aching for release. The base of my cock tingles, preparing to swell into my knot, and the sensation only adds to my pleasure.

The magic of my stud works over Naomi’s sensitive nub, and I thrust deep right as she begins to flutter around me. “Wranth!”

Electricity shoots down my spine, pouring through my cock in a burst of pleasure. “Naomi,” I roar, my hips snapping forward to bury me completely in her sweet depths.

A flash of heat sears my chest. My knot swells with the most delicious feeling of pressure, held tight by her core, locking us together.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.” She sobs with pleasure, clinging to me and giving a little wiggle. “What is that?”

“It’s my knot.”

“It’s freaking huge.” She clamps down, sending aftershocks through us, so we both moan. “God, it feels so good.”

I lift up enough to slide a hand under her glorious ass. Holding her tightly to me, I roll us so that I’m on my back with her splayed wide on top of me.

“Oh!” she gasps and wiggles again, tugging so I can feel the knot catch on the inside of her opening. “It keeps feeling good.”

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