Page 150 of Crown of Briars
He slid in farther, and I cried out. Pain and pleasure mingled so fiercely I couldn’t tell one from the other.
“Sybelle,” he groaned.
He thrust again, driving deeper inside me. Stars burst in my vision, and all I could do was inhale sharply. Thoughts fled my mind. I was singularly focused on the feel of him filling me, stretching me to fit him.
“More,” I whispered.
He pushed again, and I felt his rigid length brushing against my inner walls. My head was spinning. My throat went dry with my rasping shouts. My hips writhed, and he filled me more. Stones, I worried he would rip me in two. My body wasn’t meant to fit someone his size.
But the diamond dagger granted me strength. The pain did not deter me. If anything, it filled me with a savage yearning for more.
I leaned up and kissed him, flicking my tongue against his lips. “More,” I murmured into his mouth. “I want all of you, Varius.”
He bared his teeth, his nostrils flaring. His hands came around my bare back, clenching tightly. I yelped as he rolled us both, settling me effortlessly on top of him. His shadows loosened, freeing my arms. My hands and the dagger now rested against his chest.
“Take me as deeply as you can,” he said, his voice strained. I wondered if he was holding himself back for my sake.
I bent over and licked his chin. “You said you wouldn’t be gentle with me, husband. I can handle it.” I caught his chin between my teeth and bit down hard.
He growled something unintelligible, his chest thrumming with a barely restrained roar. With one brutal motion, he thrust upward, his hips jerking. I screamed as he entered me fully, the intensity shooting through me with violent fervor. I spread mythighs wider. He hitched my left leg up, shifting the angle as he drove into me again.
White-hot pleasure exploded within me, lighting up my veins like lightning. I rolled my hips, taking him in again.
“Grab my horns, Sybelle,” he rasped, his voice strained. “I want you to hold them while you ride me.”
I obeyed, keeping the hilt of my dagger tucked between two fingers while I wrapped the others around his long, black horns. I clenched them tightly, and he let out a strangled groan.
“That’s it,” he said. “Squeeze them hard.”
My fingers clamped tightly around his horns, and his eyelids fluttered. I felt his cock pulse inside me.
“Sybelle.” He thrust into me again.
Heat flooded my veins. I gasped, my blood sizzling with electricity.
“You’re mine,” he moaned with another thrust.
“Yours,” I breathed, my insides turning molten.
“My wife.”Thrust.“My queen.”Thrust.“My goddess.”Thrust.
I cried out, each brutal motion sending fire up and down my body. Hot moisture burned behind my eyes.
He set a harsh rhythm, pumping wildly as he rammed into me harder and harder. Each thrust was more violent, more unhinged.
His animalistic grunts matched our pace, becoming louder and more savage. Shadows caressed my arms and breasts, and a tendril of smoke glided down my belly. The cool mist was a refreshing respite from the heat of our bodies, the friction of our movements as we came apart together.
He pounded into me mercilessly. Relentlessly. And I knew he wasn’t holding back anymore. I used my grip on his horns to anchor me, to keep me grounded; otherwise, his manic thrusts would send me flying. My throat was raw from my screams.
As he buried himself inside me again and again, something shattered within me, breaking who I once was. Together, Variusand I forged something new. A new version of myself that was perfectly aligned with him.
Not a human and a fae.
But a husband and a wife. A king and a queen.
Two sides of the same coin.
More shadows spilled around us, but these were different. They were thinner and the color of the midnight sky. I would have paused to study them, but my body was wholly consumed by Varius. Sweat trickled down his brow. His mouth was open, his eyes closed in rapture. His roars grew louder, and I knew he was close.
