Page 121 of Traitor Son

Her fingers were nervous and fumbling as she tugged the laces free on his jerkin, and he bent silently to help her push it off his shoulders. Remin. Her heart ached to see all those scars on his body, to feel the gauges and gashes and stippled indentations. And he was so beautifully made; broad-shouldered and deep-chested, tapering to a narrow waist that was so sculpted, she wanted to run her fingers over it and feel the ridges.

Every one of those ugly scars was someone’s attempt to take his life. He had come to her tonight prepared to die.

It was unthinkable that he should die. Never, she wouldn’t let it happen, no matter what. No one would touch him. He loved her, and she loved him, and every inch of his skin was precious to her.

“Ophele…” he rumbled above her, and she looked up at him as she unbuckled his belt and slid his breeches down his long thighs, baring all of him. She did blush when she saw him, already erect, his male part twitching and flushing red as he hardened. It must be strange, to have such a part. She had so many questions. Curiously, she reached to touch him, her fingers closing around him.

Oh, he liked that. Remin groaned, his face flushing as he watched her stroke him, slow and unsure. He felt different than she had expected, almost velvety, warm and living as he throbbed in her hand, and seeing the pleasure in his face made her own breath come faster. This was him, and he was hers, and this was their secret.

“Slowly,” he breathed, muscle rippling in his jaw as he bit back another moan. His hand covered hers, gently guiding. “Like that—ahhh…yes. Your hand is so soft…”

He was getting harder, and hotter. She could feel him throbbing, and for some reason it sent an answering pulse between her thighs. Her fingers slid over him, her thumb brushing the thick head, and he jerked in her palm.

“Enough,” he rasped. Shivers ran through his body as she stroked him, his breath coming harder. “Enough, or you’ll finish me right here. When did my wife become so brave?”

His mouth covered hers as he dragged her up with him, her bare toes skimming over the rushes on the floor. The blankets of the bed struck her back and the lumpy woolen mattress shifted as he knelt above her, his shaggy black hair falling forward around his face.

“We’ll have to be quiet,” he whispered. His hands slid up her body from her waist, cupping her breasts, and he bent to stroke his tongue over a nipple. “Can you?”

She nodded, and he almost immediately made a liar of her when he drew her nipple between his lips and suckled so that she had to clap her hand over her mouth. His fingers moved between her legs to find her already wet, deftly playing with her breasts and nipples and the flushing, heated opening between her thighs. Her body rose as she gasped, hearing the soft, almost chirping noises of his lips suckling, licking, making her writhe. Everything felt as if it had slowed, as if her body and her thoughts had been coated in warm honey.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, his lips moving slowly from breast to breast as one long finger sank inside her. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes…” Her voice came out so high and breathless and strange, it hardly sounded like her. Inside, his finger tickled, and her hips arched and her thighs tightened automatically, her body seeking to pull him deeper. “Hngh, yes, yes…”

Oh, she was ready. She was wanting. She was aching. She could see his member as he moved above her, lowering to push against her opening.

“Remin…” she breathed, looking up at him, and felt him press inward, so big. His hands gripped her thighs and there was a burning stretch as he penetrated her, painful and exciting.

“You’re so…small inside,” he gritted, his huge shoulders knotted as he forced himself to go slow. “Tell me…ahhhh, ah…tell me if it hurts…”

“I will…” Her voice was reedy and breathless. He drew back and her body jerked, feeling the friction as he withdrew, and then a surge of pressure as he pushed in again, deeper. Ophele’s back arched, her inner channel contracting strongly against that hard length, so tight she could feel him throbbing inside her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, barely stifling a high, gasping moan.

“Ahhh…if you do that…” His deeper moan vibrated in the depths of his chest as his hands wrapped her thighs around him, and he sank all the way inside her in one long, smooth stroke.

So full. So much. She couldn’t cry out, she couldn’t even breathe, she had forgotten how intense it was to take all of him, her small body straining to contain him. Remin thrust, driving still deeper when she thought it was impossible, his hard hands sliding to her waist to hold her in place. Ahhhhhh. He drew back, a melting, liquid rush as his manhood tugged out of her, and then rolled in again with pleasure so powerful she sucked in a breath and barely remembered to stifle her cry.

“Remin!”

“I know, I know,” he panted. She could see the pleasure in his face as he thrust again, his black brows knotted together, lips parted, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips drew back and surged forward. “But we have to be…quiet…”

“I can feel you…hhhhn, nnngh…oh, good…”

His mouth covered hers, muffling both their moans in a tangle of tongues and breathless panting. Every thrust felt so good, she felt it all over, inside, outside, everywhere, his skin shivering against hers. Another stroke, so deep, and his hips caught against her and ground forward and made her whole body surge upward. White flashed behind her eyes.

“Shhh, shhh, ohhhh, Ophele…” His stubbled jaw rasped against her neck as he strangled with the effort to keep quiet.

“It’s so good, it’s so good,” she gasped, her arms trembling as she held onto him, feeling his body levering against hers unstoppably. If anything, he went harder. She thought she was going to suffocate or explode or die underneath him, and she felt him stiffening inside her, pulsing so hard she felt it bounce against the top of her skull. His breath was huffing out of him in a deephuhn, huhn, huhn,faster and faster.

“Remin…” Her voice quavered upward. She could feel herself tightening inside, working him as she trembled on the edge. Her eyes were open, but she saw nothing, the feeling of him inside her blotted out everything else in the world. “Remin, nngh, nngh,ohhhhhh!”

His lips covered hers to devour her cries and he shoved hard, deep, making her inner thighs scream a protest. Oh,there!It was like he was hammering the fracture points of her body, finding the fault lines, the pounding of his powerful body would break her into pieces. Every stroke reverberated to her fingertips and she felt herself shivering inside, clenching tighter, as if her body desperately wanted this thing that would blow it apart.

Ophele clutched his shoulders andshattered.

Remin’s body jerked against her, slamming into her, grinding down into her as he filled her in huge, hot jets, spending himself inside her. The surges of his body felt so good she could have screamed with pleasure, her heels skidding over the blankets as she tried to push herself up to meet him, feeling the mechanisms of her body finish him, wringing him dry. All of him. Everything.

She felt like she was floating. As if they had become dust, light and ephemeral and mingling together in the air, and when she put herself back together, Ophele was sure he would be there, built into her bones. Part of her forever.

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