Page 28 of Stardust Child

“I want you to take me home, please,” she whispered, looking up at him with eyes whose pupils swelled, dark and devouring.

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Looking into those glowing, heated eyes, Remin actually felt all the blood in his head stampeding southward, as if it had just remembered urgent business elsewhere.

“We can leave in a few more minutes,” he promised, resisting the urge to toss her over one shoulder and start running. The cottage was about half a mile away. They could be there in three minutes.

“I heard all the stories,” she began, her voice soft, her fingers brushing tentatively at his arm. He had never seen this look in her eyes before. “About how you won all those tournaments and no one would challenge you anymore and Valleth didn’t want to fight you. But I didn’t know…”

“You didn’t know what?” he prompted when she trailed off. He felt oddly breathless. He was willing to say anything as long as she kept looking at him like this.

“You threw that man at the other men. Youthrewhim. I didn’t know you could…do that.”

“It usually makes the others think twice about getting close,” he explained. He wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but the lashes veiling her eyes were so very dark. His hand moved to cover hers.

“I would,” she breathed, looking from his face to his body with unmistakable admiration. Her cheeks were flushed, pink sweeping over the soft curves, her lips tantalizing him with their plush rosiness.

“Yes,” he agreed vaguely. At that moment he would have agreed with anything she said. The air felt thick. Her lips parted slightly, a quick little breath, and he could see how fast her pulse was beating in her slim throat. He had to swallow before he could speak. “Miche!Miche!”

“Yes, my lord?” From somewhere on the field, Miche shouted back. Remin didn’t even turn to look at him.

“We’re leaving,” he said, sweeping Ophele out of her chair and toward the cottage, trusting his knights to clear a path for them. This was why he suffered having guards all the time anyway. Well, not thisspecifically,but if he wasn’t going to make use of them now, when would he?

They couldn’t speak on the way home, with people streaming all around them and his knights before and behind. He didn’t dare look down at Ophele; he was afraid of what his face would reveal if he met her eyes. But he was blazingly aware of the feel of her hand in his, her curls bouncing as she trotted beside him, her small, neat figure in her gown, low-necked enough to reveal the upper swells of her breasts. The fog of desire wrapped around them was so thick he could barely breathe.

They left a trail of armor and clothing from the door to the bed, but to Remin’s surprise it was Ophele pushing him backward, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him and drive him staggering across the cottage, until he fell onto the bed with a grunt. Her soft lips covered his hungrily as she moved over him, a tiny ravening wolf, savaging him. Remin still didn’t understand why this was happening, but he gave himself up to her in supreme bliss.

“Remin,” she breathed, and her small, soft tongue pressed between his lips, stroking and eager. Her hands were everywhere, feeling his body all over, his muscles still taut and ridged from the exertions of the contest. Heat baked from his skin like a furnace.

“Ophele…” She was biting his neck. Remin’s head jerked, an instinctive response before he forced himself to lie still, to grant her the freedom of his body. Her slight weight moved over him and he felt her thighs on either side of his hips, the wet heat of her pressed against his aching length. Both of them froze.

Seated astride him and beautifully naked, Ophele looked down at him with a sudden sharpening in her tawny eyes, and rocked her hips forward.

“Ohhhh…” he groaned involuntarily as her slippery flesh stroked over him. They had never done this before.

“It feels good?” she whispered, and he nodded, his eyes closed as she did it again, a gliding wet stroke that made him throb so hard ithurt.Her hands slid over the ridges of his belly, caressing, and Remin gripped her thighs to feel her moving against him.

“That’s…sogood,” he managed, his breath catching and stuttering as she kissed the planes of his chest, sank her teeth into him, even licked his flat nipples. Her fingernails dragged up along his sides and his hips thrust involuntarily upward, making her gasp.

“You are sobeautiful,”she whispered, leaning over him with the color high in her cheeks. She was doing something he couldn’t see with her hips, sending waves of sensation through his body. He didn’t realize what it was until he felt himself catch at her entrance, and then she impaled herself upon him in one deep stroke.

Oh,stars.

Remin barely managed to strangle his gasp. It was the middle of the day and who knew who was wandering about outside their cottage, to say nothing of the knights standing guard, but oh, nothing hadeverfelt so good.

“Wife,” he panted, as Ophele covered her mouth with one hand and braced herself against his hard belly with the other, muffling gasps of pleasure. His big hands cupped her breasts as she began to move, a smooth, liquid glide that made him slide out of her and plunge back in over and over and over.

“Ahhnn, ahhhh, Remin,” she whimpered, the words so high-pitched they were almost inaudible, throttled in her throat. Her breasts swayed against his palms with the motion of her slender body, moving faster as she figured out the rhythm and plunged onto him. At the point where he was buried deepest inside her, she suddenly pushed down hard, and as her body ground against him he could feel her spasm on him, forcing another groan from his lips.

“Haaa, ahhhh, there,” he managed, his tongue suddenly thick. “Fu—ahhhh, Ophele!”

He thrust upward, unable to help himself, and Ophele’s head fell back as she rode him, impaled with her full weight upon him and grinding, shuddering, both of them silently expiring from the incredible pleasure. It wasn’t sustainable, no one could feel so good for long and survive. She fell forward against him, her palms catching on his chest, and her hips began to rock remorselessly again.

“It feels sooooo gooooood,” she moaned as she rode him faster and faster, the bed thudding into the pillows they had stuffed behind the headboard. “That…that spot, it’s hitting, nnngh, nnngh, every…time!”

Another spasm inside her, gripping him, squeezing him wildly, and it felt like crimson fire burst inside his skull. There was no rational thought left in him, only sensation, her teeth and her nails and her quick, heated breath searing his skin as she devoured him. He hadn’t the least idea what had gotten into her, but he never wanted it to end.

It would, of course. It was inevitable. They panted together, faster and faster, and in the end, he couldn’t restrain himself and grabbed her hips to move her when she tired, dragging her roughly against him as he pounded up into her, building to an explosion that seemed like it should obliterate the cottage and everything inside it. He was so deep inside her, the angles and friction felt so different in this position, almost as if he could feel herbreathingthrough the joining of their bodies.

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