Page 50 of The Mountain King
“Mistress, if we did… but if I get you with child, I won’t be sorry.” His hand spread over her stomach. “I’m tired of sons, anyway. They are defiant. I’d like a daughter.”
Kailigh snorted with laughter. “Ha! Girls are evenworse.” She grabbed his hand as it cupped her breast. “Maddugh… I can’t bring a fatherless baby into the world. I won’t raise another child like that.”
Maddugh stilled, staring down at her. “Ah, sweet.” His head lowered, mouth brushing the edge of her lips. “You’ll learn to trust me, in time. And even if I went mad, and abandoned my woman and child, I have three adult sons who would take care of you both, and your daughters—after they took care of me.”
His teeth flashed, telling her what kind of ‘care’ his sons would show him. Kailigh relaxed, just a little. Objectively, she could trust in the honor of Amnan, even Hrutha. She didn’t believe they were the kind of men who would allow their blood to be abandoned.
Maddugh’s smiled deepened, and he moved down her body. Before she could demand what in the steamy hells he was doing, his mouth was on her. Again, as if the first time hadn’t simply been him trying to win her over.
Her legs splayed open all on their own, taking over when Kailigh might have protested. She didn’t feel in control, the more he toyed with her, tongue and mouth and fingers bringing her a pleasure she’d never known. A pleasure she’d heard other women, working women, even young girls barely out of childhood giggling and engaging in ribald humor over. She’d always wondered what the hell the big deal was. Hadn’t thought that after their picnic, he could repeat the experience.
Maddugh rose over her, staring down with deep eyes that had seen more turns of the sun than she and her children combined, watching with satisfaction as her body trembled in the aftermath.
“You look surprised as last time,” he said, a finger trailing between the valley of her breasts. “Don’t you know I enjoy the taste of you?”
“I thought that was just a one off—” she stopped. Scowled.
“Really?”His face was smug. “My value has just shot up then.” His brow arched as if to dare her to contradict him. “I’ll make this night memorable, mistress, to ensure you don’t walk away.”
“You can’t control me with sex, Maddugh.”
“No? Hmm… how about we make a deal, you and I? A rule to start off our marriage.”
She struggled with the urge not to cross her arms. It would be ridiculous, considering she was naked, on her back, legs wide open for him.
“Outside of the bedroom,” he continued, “I will defer to you, as any man should a beautiful, intelligent woman. But inside the bedroom…”
She licked her lips, throat just a bit dry from the growl in his voice. “Inside the bedroom?”
“In here, I am your only master.”
He stripped his clothing, movements slow and deliberate, until he revealed a body honed from centuries of training. Broad shoulders and powerful thighs, hair a silken cover over golden skin. His cock jutted towards her, huge and swollen with desire, and if she’d been a virgin she would have worried.
It had still been a very, very long time.
He covered her body, draping her legs over his shoulders for the sharpest angle, and nudged her entrance.
“Are we agreed?” he asked.
As if she wouldn’t say anything at this point just to get him tomove.Her arms wrapped around his neck.
Maddugh laughed, a purring sound of masculine amusement. “Naughty girl. So impatient.”
He sank inside, balls slapping against her skin as he fit himself all the way into her body. Kailigh gasped, biting her bottom lip, the fullness both unexpected and delicious. He moved, hips grinding when he found the spot inside that brought tiny cries to her lips, setting a relentless pace, chasing both his satisfaction and her own.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Scream for me, Kailigh. You make me a man.”
Her orgasm crested, her body releasing slick juices to ease his way as he increased his pace, pounding in and out until moments later, he came, hot seed inside her body. He stayed inside her, grinding all the way up to her womb as if he didn’t want a single drop to leave her body.
As if he wanted to conceive a child that very night.
