Page 66 of Bound By Blood
I capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Tonight, we are not just lovers. Tonight, we are husband and wife."
Her breath hitches, and I feel the pulse in her wrist quicken. "Husband and wife," she repeats, the words a soft whisper against my lips as I lean in to kiss her.
The kiss deepens, becoming a dance of tongues and teeth, a silent pledge of love and desire. I taste the sweetness of the berries she's been eating, the faint tang of the herbal tea she drank earlier. Her hands roam over my body, exploring the familiar terrain of muscle and scar, each touch igniting a fire within me.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She gasps, her head falling back, exposing more of her throat to my ministrations. I can feel her heartbeat, rapid and strong, beneath my lips.
"Drokhan," she murmurs, her voice a husky plea.
I smile against her skin, my hands moving to the laces of her gown. "Patience, my love," I whisper, unfastening the ties with deliberate slowness. The gown falls open, revealing her body to my gaze.
She is a vision, her skin glowing in the lantern light, her curves soft and inviting. I trace the line of her collarbone with my fingers, feeling the delicate bones beneath the smooth skin. Her breasts are full, the nipples hardening under my touch. I lean down, capturing one in my mouth, sucking gently until she moans.
Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her as I lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle suckling and sharp nips that make her gasp. I can feel her arousal, the heat radiating from her core, the wetness that coats her thighs.
I move lower, kissing every inch of her skin as if it were sacred ground. Her stomach quivers under my touch, her muscles tensing as I trail kisses down to the apex of her thighs. I part her legs, exposing her to my gaze, and she whimpers, a sound of need and desire.
I lean in, inhaling her scent, the musky aroma of her arousal. I part her folds with my fingers, revealing the sensitive nub within. She is slick and ready, her body trembling with anticipation. I lean in, tasting her, my tongue tracing the delicate flesh, exploring every fold and crevice.
She cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth. I hold her steady, my hands gripping her thighs as I feast on her, my tongue delving deep into her core. Her taste is intoxicating, a heady mixture of sweet and salty, of earth and fire.
I can feel her pleasure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I increase the pressure, my tongue circling her clit, my fingers thrusting into her, curling to hit that spot deep within her that makes her scream.
"Drokhan!" she cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her pleasure pulsating around my fingers, her taste flooding my mouth.
I rise, my body aching with need, my cock hard and throbbing. I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, sharing her taste with her, letting her feel the intensity of my desire.
She reaches for me, her hands wrapping around my length, stroking me with firm, sure movements. I groan, the sensation is almost too much to bear. I need to be inside her, to feel her heat, her wetness, her love.
I guide her to the bed, laying her down gently, my body covering hers. I position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat , the wetness that coats my cock. I push in slowly, savoring the sensation of her body stretching to accommodate me, the tight grip of her muscles around me.
She moans, her legs wrapping my middle, pulling me deeper. I move, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
Her hands roam over my back, her nails digging into my skin, urging me on. I increase the pace, my hips moving faster, my cock plunging deeper into her. She meets each thrust with her own, her body moving in sync with mine, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.
"Eirian," I whisper, my voice a husky growl. "My wife. My love. My life."
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with tears, with love, with a promise that transcends words. "Drokhan," she says, her voice a soft caress. "My husband. My heart. My soul."
Our bodies move together, a dance of love and desire, of passion and promise. I can feel her pleasure building again, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, circling it, increasing the pressure until she cries out, her body convulsing as she comes again.
The sensation of her pleasure, the tight grip of her muscles around me, sends me over the edge. I thrust deep into her, my cock pulsing as I come, my pleasure mingling with hers, our bodies joined, our souls entwined.
We lie there, our bodies still joined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I can feel her heartbeat, strong and steady, beneath my hand. I can feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her curves, the love that radiates from her like a beacon.
"I love you, Eirian," I whisper, my voice filled with my promise. "I will love you until the mountains crumble and the stars fall from the sky."
She smiles, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "And I love you, Drokhan," she says, her voice a soft caress. "I will love you until the rivers run dry and the sun sets for the final time."
We lie there, our bodies entwined, our love a tangible force that fills the tent, that fills our hearts, that fills our souls. Tonight, we are not just lovers. Tonight, we are husband and wife. Tonight, we are one.
15
EIRIAN
The morning mist clings to the ancient oaks like whispered secrets as I follow Drokhan through the sacred grove. My bare feet sink into moss-covered earth, each step awakening dormant magic that hums beneath the canopy. The wedding ceremony at the cathedral feels like a distant dream—all those silk gowns and golden chalices, the bishop's trembling voice as he blessed a union that defied centuries of hatred.
This feels real.
