Page 160 of A War of Three Kings

“Tell me you want to accept it. Tell me you want to claim it.” His voice is a low rumble. “That you understand it will make youmine. My mate. My queen. More than a wife. My equal.”

“I accept all of you, Aldrin. I want our mate bond solidified.” Shivers dance through me and I nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “How? How do we…”

“Our bodies will do it for us.”

His lips crash down on mine, and it is like stars are exploding within my mind. I run my hands across his face and through his hair as he peels my dress from me, allowing it to pool on the floor.

With shaky hands, I run my fingers down the masterpiece of his chest, over defined pectorals and stomach muscles thatsteal my breath away. Then I reach for the lacing of his britches, making quick work of releasing the full glory of his manhood.

The sight of it intensifies the deep pangs of need within.

Aldrin places me back on my feet, kicking away his pants. He takes his time kissing and licking his way down my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipples while I shudder. His hands slide down my waist as he presses kisses to my belly, then he falls to his knees. His hands wrap around my ass and his fingers dig deep into the flesh there as he pulls my already swollen core to his face.

I watch him kneel before me, sliding his tongue up and down my slit, his face pressed between my spread thighs. That sight does something wicked to me. The surges of pleasure crest to an almost unbearable point, making sweat break out across my skin. The sensations tear me apart with each caress of his tongue on my clit.

It is too much, this tantalizing friction, and not enough all at once. I get lost in that rhythmic onslaught. The tension builds within me until I can handle it no more. He brings me right to the edge—but he doesn’t let me climax.

Aldrin lifts me and places me on a thick bed of spongy moss that coats the floor. It wasn’t here moments ago. The air is filled with the sweet scent of pollen, and I open my eyes to find delicate blooms springing up all around us as Aldrin climbs up my body.

His hungry eyes soak in every inch of my pale skin, such a contrast to his olive complexion. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.”

I wrap my legs around his hips as he positions the head of his cock at my entrance, entering just the tip inside, then pauses. I let out a groan as my inner muscles clamp around him in anticipation.

“Are you sure? There’s no going back after this.” He bites each word out.

I grab his hips and try to pull him deeper into me, but he holds tight, muscles rippling with restraint.

“Yes, Aldrin. Please. I have never wanted anything more in my life.”

He drives his hard length into me with such force my breath escapes all at once.

I arch my back with the intensity of the pleasure that consumes me. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in to the hilt.

“Harder. Faster,” I moan. He obliges.

His large body covers mine, and I relish the weight of him on top of me as he pounds into me again and again. I jolt with the impact of each thrust, pushing me backward. He reaches so deep within me, to that spot that makes me lose all coherent thought each time it is struck. I grip his shoulders so tightly that my fingernails will surely leave crescents in his flesh.

With each stroke, he makes a satisfied sound that is half grunt, half growl, and utterly delicious. Tension builds within me until I struggle to suck in air. Each roll of his hips and the answering thrust of mine pushes me closer to the precipice.

The friction of his cock grinding against my inner muscles could be enough to set me on fire. They spasm and clamp down around him. I moan as all that pleasure spirals through in the most intense climax I have ever known, lasting an eternity.

Aldrin guides me through my orgasm as he continues to drive his massive cock in and out of me, stretching out the waves of ecstasy that crash down upon me. He cries out as his own climax shudders through him.

But this is more than an orgasm.

Our very souls reach out and grasp each other, blending into one. I feel his body wrapped around mine, and his mind embracing my own. A warmth, an endless sensation of love, bleeds through my entire existence.

Where there had been a string connecting our hearts together, there is now an entire bridge. His admiration flows into me like thick honey as he strokes away the wet strands of hair plastered to my face.

It is paired with a need stronger than lust. Not just a desire for companionship, but for a life partner.

For a soulmate.

Keira, dear heart. My mate. My queen,he rumbles loud and clear in my head, and I know no one will ever take his voice away from me again.

I am his queen.

That title never sounded right to me until now.

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