Page 21 of Wolfsbane

“Morel,” I breathed his name into the night, my excitement boiling beneath my skin. He quickened his pace, digging his nails into my thigh as I lightly cried out.

As my climax neared, Morel removed his tongue from my body, rising as he lifted me and carried me to the bed, throwing me onto it with a gentle grunt. My back sank into the bedding, and I smiled as he stood over me, my king. He slowly crawled onto the bed, whipping me around and positioning my backside high, sliding his fully hardened cock over my wet folds. My hands gripped the bedding, my hair sprawled across my face. He leaned over my body, his chest touching my back as he whispered into my ear.

“Welcome to the darkness, my queen.” As the words dripped from his lips, the tip of his cock slid into my aching pussy, electrocuting my body as I cried out louder, my mouth dry and back arched so far, my spine was screaming.

Morel wasted no time, increasing his speed as he began to thrust, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed his pelvis into my backside as my body bounced. I couldn’t breathe, engulfed in how heavenly he felt. My heart was racing, my soul reaching for his, tangling into the darkness as he continued to claim me. I had to fight back my urge to climax, struggling to control myself. It was perfect.Hewas perfect.

I could hear Morel nearing the edge, his breathing just as erratic as mine, his own moans filling my ears. I wanted him to unleash himself, to lose all control and let our bodies melt into another.

“Don’t stop,” I commanded. “Take me, my king. Let the heavens know I am yours.” My own words sent me over the edge as I cried out, my body tightening around his, constricting my own breathing.

“Oh, Hesper,” he whined, slamming into my body harder. “I am yours.” My orgasm took over as my walls squeezed him, listening to him as he began to push harder, coming inside me.

That’s right. You are mine, and I am yours. Forever.

FIFTEEN

MOREL

Hesper’s bodywas wrapped loosely beneath the thin, silky sheet, her curves highlighted by the moonlight pouring in from the open windows. Her hair cascaded down her back, resembling the night sky as she lay next to me, my fingers tucking the stray stands behind her ear delicately. Her eyes were closed, a smile painted on her beautiful face as she slept peacefully. It felt like a dream, seeing her next to me, knowing she was mine. My wife.

Her body stirred ever so lightly as her lids lifted, those metallic irises staring back at me like liquid metal. She moaned softly, her hand touching my face as I held it, kissing her exposed palm.

“Were you watching me sleep?” she asked, her voice still lingering in her dreams.

“I was.” I lowered her hand, playing with her fingers. She moved, resting along my body as she lifted her head to look up at me.

“I’d think after everything, you’d be fast asleep by now. Is my king not tired out?” I laughed at her jesting.

“Before you stumbled into my life, sleep was not my friend. And now, I get more than I could ever need. Thanks to you, my little fallen angel.” Hesper smiled, kissing my chest.

“Shall I help you sleep now?” She kissed my body again, her eyes staring up at me as she did so. Her legs straddled my waist as she sat up across my lap, the sheet falling from her naked body as the dying flames in the fireplace glowed behind her. I gazed at her, admiring just how beautiful she really was, my hands tracing her curves as they landed in her grasp. I looked down at her left hand, feeling the wound with my fingertip.

“These will heal one day, turning to old scars.” Her eyes followed mine.

“But they will never leave us. And I will never leave you.” She raised my left hand to her lips, kissing the wound. “I am your shadow in this world, your wolfsbane.” My heart nearly skipped a beat listening to her.

“Hesper,” I whispered. “I have something for you.” Her head tilted as she gave me a confused look.

“What more could you give me?” I laughed at her words, gently laying her body back on the bed as I rolled, stepping from the bed towards my clothing on the floor.

“You are my queen. I will always gift you things.” My hands rummaged through the pockets of my tunic as she laughed.

“You make me sound like a spoiled queen.” I grabbed the small velvet pouch, clutching it in my grasp as I exhaled.

My hands tucked behind my back as I pranced back to her, listening to her giggles as I approached the bed. “The only thing I will spoil you with,” I smiled, “is my love.” Hesper grinned, wiggling to the edge on her knees as she gently grabbed my chin.

“Then I shall spoil you too, and we shall be known as the most spoiled monarchs in this world.” Gods, I loved her.

“Here,” I whispered, revealing the pouch as I held it between us.

Hesper looked down, gently taking the pouch as she began to open it, her smile instantly dropping as her fingertips removed the ring from inside. She fell silent, her response worrying me as I watched her closely.

“Hesper?” Her fingertips touched her lips, her eyes swelling as she remained fixated on the ring.

Did I upset her? Does she hate it?Doubt and fear flooded my mind as I sat there, waiting for her to speak.

“Morel,” she finally whispered, her eyes trailing to mine. “It’s—it’s—” She lifted the ring and placed it over her finger, raising her arm as the moonlight caught the stone, creating a spark upon her hand. “It’s as if a star landed on my finger.” Her smile returned as I exhaled, relieved she didn’t hate it. “Morel, this is too much.” She turned back to me, filled with emotion.

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