Page 55 of The Time Of Kings

Now as for the surprise, I knew my husband well enough to understand that his shock had come from realising that I was no virgin. Of course, back in my own time, it wasn’t so much of a surprise for a twenty-three-year-old to have already had sex before. The difference in our time and the one I was in now was that I was an unmarried woman.

Or so he thought.

“God yes!” I shouted as he started to use his marvellous cock the way the Gods had intended, each pull and drag of his length igniting every nerve. And with the sound of my encouragement, it didn’t take him long to know that I needed barely any time to adjust. Hence why he was soon hammering back into me and making me hold on for dear life as my nails raked across his sun-kissed skin.

“Not God, no… for you will call me by my given name… say it…say it now!”he demanded. So I cupped the back of his neck and after panting through his thrusts, I gained enough breath to whisper,

“Yes, my lord Draven.”

He groaned yet despite it taking effect, he started to shake his head.

“No, my name… my name is…”

I didn’t let him get there as I broke time-traveling rule number one.

I told him something I shouldn’t have known.

“Yes… Dominic.”

At this his eyes blazed a purple fire and my mistake flared to life, as he hadn’t ever given me his name. But now was not the time to address it. As clearly, he didn’t want anything to come between what he considered as claiming me for the first time. And as for me, I found myself not wanting to deny him this monumental moment.

So, I held on as he lifted my legs higher, pushing them up against me so he could get deeper still. My hand was still held at the back of his neck as his dark hair fell forward, and his purple eyes were still able to pierce my soul. Those glowing depths were easy to get lost in as he refused to break contact with my own. And I held them, brave enough this time. Not like my own first time with him, when he had to demand it of me. No, now I was making love to my husband, and I marvelled at the sheer raw beauty of this man. Because he gave me everything in those eyes. A piece of the Demon and the Angel combined. The supernatural side of him that I knew wanted to break out fully. The unrestrained passion that threatened to undo him. And lastly, the new emotions he was experiencing. All the new pleasure he was feeling, like the love that rose with the horizon on this new day. One I could see in his features spoke of a forevermore.

It was heart wrenching as much as it was soul consuming. But right now, I wouldn’t allow the guilt to show. Wouldn’t allow it to creep in and ruin what this was. The merging of two fated souls finding one another. So, I reached up and gave him what he wanted.

“Give me everything, Dominic… make me your world,”I whispered bravely, as I knew he was holding back my orgasm. Because even in this time he knew of the power building. He knew of the stronger release that would hit me if he held it at bay for longer.

“You are my world… always.Now come for me, my Catherine,”he commanded, at the same time letting it crash over me. The back of my head hit the pillow as my neck arched, and my eyes closed as I came screaming his name.

“Draven!”

Because it was my name. It belonged to me. The one I had always called him. I owned it and claimed it as his first name and therefore he would always be Draven to me. It was special to me and that made it special for him. Which meant that no will in the world would have prevented it from spilling from my lips. Not with how the sheer force of our joined pleasure rocked my body to the core. My own release triggered his own, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him throw his head back and shout out to whom he obviously thanked for our union.

“GODS YES! AHH… HH FUCK! Fuck… yes… yes…”

The roar of words ended with him panting for breath. Something that continued after he lowered his head and kissed my jawline, riding out his euphoria into my neck.

It always astounded me how he held himself back from crushing me with his weight. His much larger body covered mine completely, I felt deliciously caged in. As if he reverted back to his most primal instincts after making love to me. Like he was at the ready to fight to the death for fear of someone snatching me away from him.

Draven once confessed that it was his greatest fear after the first time I was taken from him. Nightmares became a new experience for him to navigate through. My death at his hands soon followed it, thanks to what the Oracle had foreseen.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked once he was able to, lifting himself up enough to cup a hand to my cheek. I smiled back at him before nodding.

“Words, sweetest one,”he whispered down over my lips before kissing them. His tongue caressing along the seam andcoaxing them to open so he could suck my own tongue in deep. And that was all it took for his cock to twitch inside me, as clearly someone wasn’t done with me.

“I am very well… immensely so,” I told him, making him grin down at me before he admitted what I already knew was coming, because yeah…

I knew my husband well.

“Good, for I am far from finished with you yet…”

“…My Little Vixen.”

24

FALLING FOR A KING

The next morning, I woke with the feel of Draven’s arms around me and the natural scent of him that I knew so well. I honestly forgot what year I was in.

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