Page 128 of The Warrior
Her hand lifted and she played with my hair. Even that small touch had my cock hammering with excitement. When I was around seventeen, I’d overheard my father give advice to a champion before his wedding night. “Don’t make the mistake of waiting,” he’d said and slammed the man’s shoulder. “Establish your rights from the beginning and make sure she understands what you expect of her. You have the rest of your life to get to know each other; the breeding comes first.”
I wasn’t sure what he had meant when he said that the first time was always going to be bad for the bride, but I would do my best to make it tolerable for Laura.
Holding myself up on my elbows, I positioned myself and started pushing inside her.
Her eyebrows drew inward and she tensed up.
“Relax,” I whispered and kissed her again, eagerness tearing me up from the inside.
We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and the small nod that Laura gave me made my heart fucking burst with pride. That nod silently told me that she trusted me and that she wanted me to go on.
I pushed in deeper and pulled back a little, only to push in again. Being inside Laura was a thousand times better than having sex with a sex-bot. She was a real woman, with a beauty mark on her arm, and a small scar on her chin that no one would notice unless they were as close to her as I was.
“Ohh.” Her small moan made me almost lose my mind. There were so many things I wanted to try with her, but I’d promised myself that the first time between us would be about making her feel safe with me.
“We’re going to be doing this a lot,” I whispered into her ear and rotated my hips to get deeper inside her.
“I won’t mind,” she breathed and pressed her fingertips into my shoulder blades.
In my head, I checked off the box of establishing my rights. My woman understood that sex was expected of her and she was submitting herself to me.
Increasing the pace, I put my weight on my left elbow and took her hand. She intertwined our fingers and looked down at my lips with an invitation to kiss her again.
This time, I let my tongue slide inside her mouth and explored the feeling of our first French kiss.
Laura tightened her squeeze on my hand and moaned into my mouth, making my head feel like it was about to explode with pleasure. All my plans about being gentle and taking it slow were forgotten after that. My face grew hotter and perspiration formed on my forehead as I pumped in and out of her with speed and force.
“Get on your knees,” I instructed her and pulled out to give her room to turn.
Laura complied, and the mere sight of her on all four in front of me, with her creamy ass welcoming me, made me smile. She was my reward for fighting in the tournament, and with deep satisfaction I pushed inside her from behind.
“Careful,” she mumbled when I was a bit rough, boring my fingers into her hips and hammering my cock deep inside her.
My right hand smacked her fleshy cheek, making her jerk and look back at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Stand still and let me take you,” I ordered, and her face softened a little.
“That’s it, Laura, you’re going to make me a good wife, aren’t you?”
Her answer came out breathy: “Yes, Magni.”
“And are you going to do as I tell you to?” I pushed in to the root of my cock and felt it hammering inside of her.
Laura leaned down on her elbows, making the sexiest arch that made her ass stand out in a perfect shape. “Yes, Magni.”
“Good girl,” I muttered and fucked my perfect wife until I came in an orgasm that had me groaning out her name.
Lying on the bed in the Alaska cabin, I rolled to a fetal position, trying to ease the pain in my chest. How had Laura gone from being such an obedient wife to becoming a constant challenge?
Even good memories, like my first time with Laura, left me unable to breathe and filled me with regret. I’d lost her and every other good thing in my life.
It was just as well no one could see how fucking pathetic I was, or how wet my pillow was in the mornings from crying in the night. I didn’t cry during the day; my pride wouldn’t allow it. But being stuck in this fucking cabin, with too much time to think, had forced me to face my demons and I was exhausted from battling them.
Because of my stinking pride, I’d doomed myself to a life in isolation and loneliness. If I stayed here, I would end up like that deranged store owner with nothing but bitterness and anger to keep me company.
This is stupid!
The longing to see Laura again and experience the magic of being close to her made me stand up.
