Page 15 of Boundless
He huffed a laugh, his chest feeling tight and overfull. "It was nothing, Dae—"
She pulled him into her with a sigh, drinking him down with slow, searing kisses that had his cock stirring back to life against her hip. He felt her smile against his lips, her pelvis rolling forward to put incredible pressure and friction on his thickening shaft.
"Have you had enough of talk for now, husband? Do you have a need for your wife again?" She rolled her hips once more, her hands warm and firm on his back. He shuddered and moaned, his forehead sinking to touch her horned brow.
"I-I think I do," he murmured, putting his weight on one elbow so he could tease her small, firm breasts. He dipped his head and lapped at first one dark nipple, then the other, his hand sliding down her body to tease at her seam, wet with their mixed releases. She gasped, arching into his touch, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He found her clit, stroking it in tight circles.
"You are aquickstudy, dearest," she panted, her eyes cracking open to watch his face. "You touch me so well." His cock throbbed with her praise, pleasure arcing up his spine as he watched her come undone, this impossibly strong, warm person he'd been blessed with. He kissed all over her face and neck, tasting her skin and testing which spots gave her the most pleasure when he touched them with lips and tongue.
"I'm so close, Len," she moaned, "I want you inside me."
"Should I lay d-down?"
She shook her head. "No, like this. I want you to claim me, this time." His cock twitched hard where it hung heavy between his legs, a thick bead of precum welling and dripping down his length.
Without another word he knelt between her spread legs, lining himself up with her entrance. He sank in slowly, still a little unsure of himself, his eyes locked on where his body slowly sank into hers. She felt incredible, so wet and hot all along his shaft. She groaned, rolling her hips so that she worked herself on him, and he sucked in a breath at the sensation, his fingers digging into her hips.
He set a measured pace at first, savoring the slow glide of their bodies, but it didn't take long for his control to snap. Soon he was pounding into her, the slaps of their flesh meeting filling the room. He pressed one of his thumbs to her swollen clit, letting the movement of their bodies jostle the digit into generating friction, and she threw her head back and screamed, her throat taut and flushed and looking biteable—a thought he’d never had before. She began to flutter and pulse around him, so he picked up his pace, keeping his thumb on her sensitive bundle of nerves even as he lowered himself onto one arm to bite and lick at her throat.
Daega let out a keening wail, her fingers digging into the skin of his back, and then she was clenching tight all around him, her strong body bowing off the bed. He followed her over the edge, his orgasm boiling down his spine and his balls wrenching up tight against his shaft as he spilled into her yet again. His rhythm stuttered and stalled, his teeth clamped tight on the muscle that connected her shoulder to her neck.
When his awareness returned to him, he was horrified by what he’d done. "Holy gods, I-I'm so sorry," he hissed, seeing the tooth marks he'd left on her throat. "I-I didn't re-realize—what should I—D-does it hurt?"
She rolled her head to the side to look at him, her eyes dazed with pleasure. "What are you talking about, sweetling?"
He gently brushed the marked skin, face hot with shame. "I—I bit you."
She beamed at him, wrenching an arm free to prod at the marks herself. "You honor me, husband," she finally said, stroking his back. "You have claimed me well. It would have been better to break the skin, but with those flat elf teeth this is plenty."
"What are you t-talking about?"
"When a lover leaves a bite mark, it is a sign of devotion and fealty.” She wriggled her eyebrows, smiling suggestively at him. “T’would seem youfancyme, Lenlethael Felthenathor."
He laughed, the movement causing his softening cock to slide from her body. "I s-suppose I might," he teased, kissing her again. "Does it hurt, though? I don’t want to hurt you."
"Nah, can't say it does, sweet. Maybe next time you'll be able to mark me proper, now you know."
He wanted to say she was crazy, that he’d never do such a thing on purpose, but he couldn't deny that there was a certain appeal to leaving his mark on her body...and in her leaving one on his.
Sweet Delenaa, this woman, he thought in awe.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Game is Afoot
DAEGA
"UGH, YOUtwo reek of fucking," Tesse spat in Draka when they arrived at the suite of rooms her family had been given in the guest wing. "Did you bathe at all?"
Daega smacked her arm. "We most certainly did, you wretch. Stop smelling folks so close if you don't want to be gleaning their secrets." It was true; they had scrubbed thoroughly in their shared bath. It was just that taking the bath had gotten their blood boiling again and though they hadn't had sex a third time (Len needed more time to recover), theyhadgotten themselves hot and bothered. Istariin noses were generally keen, and Tesse’s was better than most.
Her parents and Sercha were still getting ready in their rooms, leaving Tesse and Vrinn to pester them in the meantime.
"So, do elves have pricks, then?" Vrinn asked Len in Common, making him choke and blush crimson. "I'd heard that they all had cunnies and babbies were made by magic."
Daega sighed, glaring at her youngest sister. "No, and please stop trying to fluster my husband to death. I've only had him for the one day and I'm rather fond." She didn't like the look of him; he’d begun to seem unwell over the last half hour, growing more listless and pale, his hand icy in hers. She got herself upright, snagging a glass off of a console table and filling it from a pitcher of water nearby. She handed it to Len to drink, sitting on the arm of his chair and rubbing his back. "Are you well, sweetling?"
He took the water with a grateful smile, gulping down half of it at once. "I'll be alright. Just a little l-lightheaded."
