Page 52 of The Fated and the Damned
I tipped back the rest of my drink and she did the same with hers, sensing the shift as I took our goblets in one hand and leaned over her, my other hand working harder as I pressed my lips to hers. She opened for me immediately and our tongues met. She tasted heady, earthy and rich from the red wine, and I sank into that kiss, my cock hardening even further.
She moaned against my mouth, arching her back as I slipped one finger, then two inside her, my thumb merciless in its strokes. And just as I was about to make her come, I slipped away.
A strangled noise of frustration left her and I grinned as I dragged a chair over, placing it opposite the bed. “Strip. I want to see every inch of my beautiful wife before I send you to oblivion.”
Her eyes met mine, full of defiance, but my little hellcat was too flushed with the promise of pleasure to turn me down. Or so I thought. Kitarni lifted her dress ever so slowly, then peeled her undergarments away and stepped toward me.
The moonlight streaming in seemed to highlight her silhouette, bathing her in a mystical glow, shining on every dip and swell of her body. She was fucking radiant. My love. My wife. And my dirty little hellcat.
She leaned forward as if to embrace me, placing her foot on the edge of the chair and sliding it up just shy of my cock, which twitched in anticipation. Her mouth met mine and she kissed me deeply, those full lips wrapping around my own.
“Maybe,” she whispered, pulling back, stroking my cock through my pants briefly. “Maybe I’ll just take care of myself tonight.”
Her laugh was music to my ears as she turned and climbed on the bed, arching her back and giving me full view of her rounded ass. A rumble escaped me when she slid her fingers down, touching herself and throwing her head back in a moan. I could see the glistening wetness and fuck if the sight of her didn’t make me want to explode. My pants became uncomfortably tight and I yanked them off, fisting my hand around my cock, sliding it up and down as I watched her.
She moaned, her fingers moving more frantically, her eyes closed as she indulged in her pleasure.
“Look at me,” I demanded, wanting to see those pretty eyes as she worked. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked over her shoulder at me, groaning even louder at seeing the precum on my dick.
“Do you want to come with me, Dante?” she asked, her voice husky. I fucking loved it.
“Yes,” I growled, “but you’re not doing it alone. I hope you’re prepared, Freckles, because this will be anything but gentle. Are you ready to hurt for me?”
She moaned. “Yes. Yes, I want you to use me.”
In an instant I was up, shucking my pants off and pulling her back to the edge of the bed. I slicked her juices over her rear hole, sliding my thumb over it and sticking it in. The soft mewl she uttered had me grinning like a devil. She gasped as I spit on my cock and lined myself up. When I pushed my tip towards her, she blinked back at me in alarm.
“Are you …?”
I let my darkness writhe around my wrists where I held on to her hips. “I want to claim all of you, wife. Every inch, every hole. Relax your body.” She bit her lip, trembling slightly as I nudged in back and forth. Slowly, easing her body into it. She held her breath as I rocked several times. “Breathe, my love.” Her body sagged, and I pushed in further, inch by inch.
“I can’t fit you,” she gasped, biting her lip.
I paused to kiss her back and kneaded her shoulders softly with one hand. “You can. If you want me to stop at any moment, just say the word. But push through this part and I promise you’ll glide among the stars tonight.”
“Yes. Take me there, Dante.” Her hazel eyes turned molten at that promise, her muscles easing a little around me until I was fully seated inside her.
“Hard part’s over,” I whispered, twining my palm in her roots. “Now comes pleasure, my darling.”
I moved, softly and slowly at first, until I heard the intake of her breath, the slight arching of her spine telling me she was enjoying it. When she was comfortable enough for me to really move, I began pumping inside of her a little faster.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, her breath quickening. I slammed my cock harder inside her, faster, and a garbled string of curses escaped her. Then, louder, “Oh fuck!”
She slipped a finger to her front and circled while I dominated her ass, rubbing one cheek and squeezing it hard as my own pleasure rumbled out of me. I was ready to burst, but not until she rode my cock and she saw those stars I mentioned.
“Come for me,” I huffed against her. “I want you to scream on your wedding night.”
Her breaths came in ragged pants and her body tensed up, her inner walls tightening around me as she screamed my name to the highest turret of the castle.
I continued thrusting as she climaxed, chasing her shortly after, spilling inside her and gripping onto her ass for dear life. “Fuck, Kitarni,” I breathed, feeling my body let go of all the tension that had been building over the last weeks, a tiredness sweeping over me.
I was so fucking tired. What I wouldn’t give to have just one day with Kitarni. No war. No castle. No duties to attend to except for my wife’s pleasure and every whim. I wanted to spend every moment treating my queen, showing her I could be the man she deserved.
For now, I strode to the bathing chamber and grabbed a rag, helping her clean herself with gentle fingers. When we were done, I sprawled back on the bed, her cheek pressing to my chest. We lay there in silence for a while, comfortable in each other’s arms.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, Freckles. What’s on your mind?” I asked, stroking her back with a featherlight touch.
“Everything,” she said, a deep sigh pulling from her lips. “The war, and everyone who seeks to hurt us.”
