Page 45 of The Stolen Kingdom

“Say it,” Valda growled, her voice rough with frustration. “I want you to say it. You’re thinking it, but you’re too fucking stubborn to admit that your place is here—between my legs, around my fingers.”

She tightened her hold on Maris, pulling her body flush against her own, her teeth scraping against the delicate skin of Maris’s neck. “Say it, Maris. I swear to Ouranos, I’ll let you go and leave you a trembling, sopping mess.”

“Please!” Maris whimpered, her hand coming to grasp Valda’s thick wrist. “Please, please, darling.”

“Please, what?” Valda asked, her fingers stopping and slowly slipping away. “What do you want, Seashell?”

Maris’s silence made Valda’s jaw clench. An angry growl escaped her, and before she could stop herself, her hand came down with a sharp, firm smack to Maris’s dripping cunt.

Maris’s eyes flew open at the sudden sting, her head snapping to face Valda. Those piercing blue eyes met hers, burning with raw, unrestrained lust.

Valda could have drowned in them.

The sight of Maris, flushed and trembling, with her lips parted in a silent gasp, sent Valda over the edge. She surged forward, capturing Maris’s mouth in a bruising kiss.

Gods, she wanted her.

Not just in this dream—but physically. She wanted to feel Maris’s skin under her hands, to touch her, taste her, and see all of her again.

When she finally broke away, gasping for air, Valda’s hand came down again with another smack to Maris’s cunt.

This time, her other hand moved from Maris’s neck to her flushed face, holding her steady, forcing her to meet her gaze.

“Say it, Maris,” Valda whispered, her nose brushing against Maris’s temple, her thumb grazing the softness of her plump lower lip. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while. You know I always do…”

Maris gasped, her breath hitching before she caught Valda’s thumb between her lips, sucking it gently.

A bolt of heat shot through Valda, her body tightening with need. Her other hand slid lower, spreading Maris’s wet folds with deliberate care.

“You are marvelous,” Valda murmured, her lips brushing the curve of Maris’s ear. “You are perfect. And you’re all mine.”

Maris nodded, releasing Valda’s thumb with an audible pop. “Yours,” she whispered. “I am all yours.”

“That’s right,” Valda said as she kissed the tender skin beneath Maris’s earlobe. She inhaled deeply, the intoxicating scent of salt and sea filling her senses. “All mine. No one else is allowed to get you this wet.”

“No one does,” Maris sighed, her hips beginning to move in slow, circular motions, her slickness coating Valda’s fingers. “Only you.”

“Only me,” Valda breathed, slipping a teasing finger into Maris’s soaking entrance.

Maris shuddered, her entire body trembling as her hand grasped Valda’s powerful arm, her fingers digging into her bicep. “Please, Valda, darling,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, fuck me.”

Valda grinned against her skin. “Was that so hard, Seashell?”

In one swift motion, Valda stood, gathering Maris effortlessly into her arms. With two broad strides, they were back in the bedroom. Maris’s pathetic attempt not to beg had dissolved, Instead, the younger woman clung to Valda’s shoulders as their kiss deepened.

Laying on her bed, Valda pulled Maris over her, allowing her to straddle her waist with her thick thighs, never breaking their heated kiss. It wasn’t until Maris pulled away and sat up that Valda could inspect her lover’s body…

She was covered in paint…

Like the night of the bonding.

“Fuck…” Valda shuddered, her hands roaming over Maris’s skin, her legs, waist, hips, then her soft stomach, her heavy breast, and her neck. She smeared the streaks of paint even more, making the woman look astonishing, a true goddess.

“I will worship every inch of your body for as long as I can breathe. I will no longer pray to Ouranos, but I will pray and plead and worship you, Maris,” Valda said, her eyes never leaving Maris’s body as they followed the same path her hands had taken seconds ago.

Maris grabbed Valda’s large hands, stopping the exploration. “You can start by worshiping my pussy with your mouth,” Maris purred as she clasped Valda’s face in her stained hands and devoured her.

Valda wrapped her arms across her back, allowing Maris to take as much as she wanted from her. She could feel the desperation in Maris’s movements as the younger woman rubbed herself against her strong stomach.

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