Page 122 of Antiletum
“Let me in.” He lands a soft kiss to my brow.
I forgot just how big he is. Enough that there’s a pinching sting with every inch he makes room for himself inside of me.
“Val.”
“Delaney.”
It takes time, more than at our wedding, for him to make it all the way. We were both so lost to magic then, I didn’t even feel how unprepared I was for his size until the next day. That same magic surges beneath my skin now, tamer than that night atop the Heartstone; than in the graveyard. It floats lazily towards all the dried petals, roots, and leaves around us, soaking in slowly as we bring our magic and bodies together. Willingly. Thoughtfully.
“Yes?” Val asks quietly, his magic reaching towards mine feeling as tentative as he sounds. Fully displaying the meaning behind his requests to let him in, far beyond his body entering mine.
I pause briefly, trying to steady my ever increasing, uneven breaths. “Yes,” I say shakily, reminding myself this is why I sought him out. To finally let him in.
Val kisses me as our magic twines together, powerful and controlled. Pulsing like a heartbeat. I work my hips forward, trying to encourage my husband to move now that he’s in me as far as he can go. He responds by settling his weight further over me, holding me down.
When I tug at my hands, he squeezes his fingers tighter around me. Keeping me still. Continuing to tease me even as we’re already connected.
“Val. Let me touch you. Let me move.”
“You like it?”
I nod, my lips brushing against his. Neck craning, I nibble at his throat. Lick the long vein thrumming under his skin. Suck his ear with the trio of diamonds into my mouth.
He sighs, biting my own lobe. Naked. Devoid of the diamonds he gave me. For now.
“You could have had this every single day.” A slow, soft kiss has our lips making a loud, wet noise when he pulls away. “You could havespent your nights in my arms.Loved. Started your days with my tongue between your legs. I would have cared for you. Made you happy.”
Words lodge in my throat, trapped with the rapid beat of my heart.
My husband bends forward, giving me another kiss. “What happens when this is over, when I give you what you want? What happens after you’ve satisfied your craving? Are you going to leave? Sleep alone? Pretend what we have isn’t real again? Tell me. Tell me, and we can end this, here and now, before you really do destroy me.”
I stare up at him, heart hammering, absorbing the anguish in his face, the pain I caused by refusing to see him. To accept him.
“Make your choice, Delaney. Or I’ll make it for you.” He pulls his hips away from mine, his cock threatening to leave.
Tongue darting between my lips, I lick them, trying to deliver moisture that doesn’t exist. I shake my head. “I’m not going to leave. Even if this ends up ruining us both.”
Val releases a shuddering breath. Leans forward to kiss me again.
“Good. Now fuck me like you mean that.”
And he releases my hands. Instinctively, they wrap around his back, pulling him close. My fingers find those little dimples above his ass, resting against them like they’ve been itching to do, hauling him deeper.
He’s so big. I’m so full. It feels as if he’s about to tear me open. But I want more. I want it all.
“Do you have any idea how tight you are?” Val asks, fucking into me slow and steady. Doing just as he asked, I fuck him back, exploring his entire large body, not knowing where I want to touch most.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it,” he lands a kiss on my jaw. Bites it hard. “I loveyou. I’ve loved you from the first. Looking up at me like you needed me. So fucking pretty I thought I’d died.” Val licks the length of my throat,groaning at the taste of my sweat. I’m already shuddering as he plunges into me over and over and over. Unhurried buthard. Every time we connect it’s loud, my tits bounce, we both make involuntary moans and groans of pleasure.
I love how noisy he is, fucking me. I want to swallow those sounds, lock them away in my chest.
My hands have found his ass, pulling him into me. Harder. Harder. Faster.
“I like that,” he says, pleased. Val cups one of my breasts, kneading harshly. “So mine.”
He pinches my nipple, and I cry out.
