Page 14 of Clash Of Worlds

In fascination, I watched her as I slipped my tongue over her clit and then drew it in my mouth, tugging on it. She was making me so hard. In fact, with just the right pressure, I had no doubt I would come in my pants like a damn teenager all over again.

“That’s it, I feel how tight you are,” I breathed against her, slipping my finger into her. Her nails scraped along my scalp as I tugged on her clit once more, causing her juices to flow.

Never had any time been so good.

And never had I had anything so delicious.

Lucia

With lust-filled dazed eyes, I watched him as he watched me. His lips glistened with my release, and I lost whatever little reserve I even had left.

I shifted so fast, pushing him back on his back as I captured his lips, my tongue mixing with his, and tasting myself.

Even though I just had an Earth-shattering release, I was gearing up for round two. And I owed it all to this man. He would always push me to the edge, always make me want him, always hold some power over me. And you know what?

I didn’t fucking mind.

Not one little bit.

“Shit, Lucia,” he muttered, finally breaking the kiss. But I sure wasn’t giving him time to pull away. I kissed along his jaw, and nibbled my way down his neck, feeling his chest against mine. “I wanted to treasure you, take things slow.”

I pulled back to look at him as I undid the buttons on his shirt.

“What makes you think that’s what I wanted?”

“Lucia, it’s our wedding night, it should be special.” He reached up to push a piece of hair behind my ear and though I found it sweet, along with his sentiment, I didn’t need slow to make our night special.

“Don’t worry, it will be special. And we have many nights, and days, in the future that slow will work.” I leaned down, smiling as I kissed the freckles over his chest. “But, Husband, slow is not what I want.”

He growled, easily flipping us back over and stared down at me.

“Say it again.”

I locked my legs around his hips and pulled his hard dick against my dripping pussy.

“Fuck me, Husband.”

“I never knew a title could undo me. You don’t know what you’re asking for, Wife.”

“Show me.” With that, he leaned up to push his pants down and we both looked down at his leaking cock. “He needs some relief.”

“You bet he fucking does. Damn Siren.” With that, he kissed me so passionately, so fully, that I didn’t even notice how he settled right over me and then drove deep into me, making my body hum with such burning desire.

I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he shuddered against me.

“Shit, you feel so good, Lucia. You’re so wet, so tight, I’m never leaving this home again.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled him down for another kiss before pushing my hips against him, needing him to move.

How had love making even been so full and so fulfilling? He was sweet, tentative, hitting all the spots I needed and finding new ones. But he was also endearing with his words, his actions, and his laughter.

He was my better half and I’m glad I found him. Sure, it might not have been the best of roads to go down, but I didn’t regret it, I would never regret it.

“What are you thinking?” he whispered as he kissed along my neck.

“How you’re my better half. Scary to think about after such a short time, I know.”

He paused as he looked down at me and slowly shook his head.

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