Page 136 of The Wild Prince's Favorite
«Kassein,» Alezya cried. «Kassein. Kassein...»
She stopped moving on him, submitting the man to torture, but she grabbed his wrists and moved his hands to her hips as if she’d read his mind.
He lifted his eyes to hers, out of breath, mouth dry, and Alezya pressed one kiss against his lips.
“You,” she muttered. “I want you, Kassein.”
Even if he hadn’t understood her words, her eyes spoke for her. Eager, pleading, almost begging, with those hints of tears...
This time, he snapped. No more restraint. Kassein let a proper growl erupt from his chest, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, crashing her lips against his as she moaned helplessly.
Then, he toppled her over and barely took a second to adjust himself between her thighs before he pounded into her, hard.
Alezya let out a full-on wail and held onto his shoulders and neck for dear life. He pulled out almost completely, and then he gave another deep thrust. She cried deliciously under him,taking all his might like the brave goddess she was, even giving him another nod when he checked on her with a single glance.
And so he kept going, pounding, taking, thrusting with the hunger of a beast starved for years. He didn’t need to think, his hips moved fast and hard, his ass flexing with each thrust, his legs rocking their bodies in a jerky rhythm, rough and brutal.
His elbows were needed to hold his weight above her, but his hands couldn’t get enough of her either; he kept a fistful of her silky locks between his fingers, his other hand caressing up and down her body, holding her hips for a better angle.
His mouth was just as restless as his loins; grabbing her lips every now and then, but most importantly, he trailed along the lines of her neck, her collarbone, kissing and sucking every inch of skin he could like he’d die if he missed one.
Alezya’s breathing and loud moans were filling the tent, in canon with the slapping of flesh, his grunts, and the creaking of the bed. It was relentless, it couldn’t end, and a strong smell filled the air; it smelled like mating, sweat, and everything he loved about her. She didn’t ask him to stop, she didn’t push him to slow down. She took it all like a goddess, like she was made for him, like she was the one he’d been waiting for...
He accelerated, his grunts loud, her moans louder, again, and again, his hand finding her sensitive button, because he wanted her there too when he reached that peak, that brutal explosion of senses.
He jerked once, twice, and emptied himself with a long groan of relief, just as Alezya’s body trembled, her voice muted, her eyes rolled back. It lasted seconds, perhaps a minute, until they both came back down, out of breath, in a strange daze. Their eyes met, and after a second, they smiled at each other, with a long, loving gaze that didn’t need words.
Then, Kassein kissed her, gently, softly, before pulling out, Alezya shivering at the sensation.
“...Are you alright?” he whispered, peppering gentle kisses on her flushed skin.
She gave him a faint nod, although she was visibly spent. Her eyes were half closed, and if it weren’t for her fingers lazily stroking his back, he might have wondered if she was asleep.
Kassein leaned on his elbow by her side, watching this woman in reverent awe. She was beautiful beyond words. She was completely naked against the fur blankets, except for that little necklace she’d been wearing, her hair splayed around her like dark ink, her lips wet and swollen, and her entire body was covered in his red marks like scattered petals. It was a vision dreams were made of, and she was real, all his, breathing under him and smelling like him.
He leaned against her, pressing a kiss against her forehead, caressing her hair away from her face.
“Thirsty?” he asked.
“I’m hot,” she nodded with a chuckle.
Kassein smiled and gave her another kiss before he got off the bed, unbothered about standing naked in his tent. Quickly, he poured her some water and prepared a cloth to wipe them both.
Not only were they both covered in sweat from the exercise, but his seed was dripping from between Alezya’s legs, and while some part of him felt a bit of pride in that, it couldn’t be comfortable for her. Thus, he cleaned them both while she slowly sipped the water. Both of them were quiet, merely exchanging gentle kisses, lingering touches, and faint smiles.
When he came back to lie down with her, she nestled against his shoulder, neither of them bothering with the cover; it was far too hot in there. They didn’t speak; there was no need for one language or the other.
Kassein felt more relaxed than he had felt in... a very long time.
For once, maybe for the first time, he felt like he was in a place he belonged, and that was by this woman’s side. He knew his father’s dragon had always known his mother would be his. He knew his older sister had fallen for her partner on sight, and so did his second older brother. Were dragons meant to mate for life? He didn’t know if it was true, but every instinct he had yearned for that woman to remain by his side. Nothing else mattered.
As he felt her breathing slow down next to him, he trailed his finger along her spine softly, taking in every inch of her beauty. She was tired, but she still shifted in her sleep to cover one of his legs with hers, nestling her cheek against his shoulder and making him smile.
Aware his body heat wouldn’t be enough for her through the night, Kassein pulled a fur blanket over her, but he couldn’t find sleep. The adrenaline from their passionate lovemaking was keeping him far too awake.
It had just happened, and yet he wanted to replay that memory over and over in his head to keep every detail fresh. He had a faint smile on his face, something few people had witnessed in recent years. He was content, with everything he desired breathing against his shoulder.
He stole another glance down at Alezya. She was deep asleep, rightfully exhausted. He would have gone for a second and maybe third round, but the young woman definitely wouldn’t have been able to endure that. Kassein brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers, but she was far too exhausted to feel it.
