Page 97 of War

His cock is enormous. Big enough to intimidate me, and big enough to hurt, if we’re not careful.

I suddenly feel my inexperience. I’m in over my head, and War has probably been with enough women to see just how unpracticed I am.

Before my insecurities can rush in, the horseman kneels on the pallet, and then his body settles heavily over me. His hips fit themselves between mine, just like I once imagined they would, and his chest presses against every bit of my exposed skin. The sensation is better than what my sick fantasies could dream up.

Around us, the lamps flicker, their glittering light dancing along War’s body.

The horseman gazes down at me for several seconds. “Now, wife, I can breathe easy. All is as it should be.”

His mouth meets mine, and it feels like I’m being brought to life.

War doesn’t ask me again to touch him. He doesn’t need to. His mouth lights a fire within me, and I’m filled with wild, reckless need.

I slip my hands around his torso, my palms skimming up his back. I don’t need to hear him speak to feel how pleased he is. Maybe it’s having my hands on his skin, maybe it’s the proprietary nature of the touch. All I know is that he deepens the kiss, his tongue lashing against mine.

His cock is trapped between us, and having him inside me is a physical need.

Burning up. I’m burning up from the inside out, my breath coming quicker and quicker.

My hands slide back down the slope of his spine and over the sculpted roll of his ass.

Need him in me.

He smiles against my lips as he kisses me, like he heard my thoughts.

“For millennia I’ve craved this.” His low voice seems to vibrate against my skin. “For millennia I’ve been denied.”

I release a breath, caught between how frightening his words are and how sexy the sentiment is.

I reach between us, wrapping a hand around his cock.

War hisses through his teeth. “God’s will,Miriam, yourtouch…”

He descends on my lips, thrusting forward into my hand.

I lift my hips, positioning him at my entrance. I’m panting, ready to feel—

“No.” War says, his body tensing against mine.

No?

He moves a little off me then, and my hand slips from him. I want to weep that the ache inside me hasn’t been abated. I’m three deft thrusts away from completion, and he’s denying me?

“Not until you surrender,” War says.

“What?” I can barely focus on his words. I have no idea what he’s talking about, only that he’s mentioned me surrendering to him once before.

“I want more than your body, wife, and I won’t fully have you until you surrender yourself to me.”

What? I put a hand to my head. What does that even mean?

For several seconds, the only sound in the room is my shallow breath. “So we’re not having sex?”

Please. Take my vagina. She wants you.

War’s eyes gleam. He grabs my knees and spreads my thighs, exposing my most intimate parts.

“Well now, that depends on your definition of sex.”

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