Page 84 of Rook of Ruin
I roll over to him and kiss him gently at first, then move to make the kiss deeper before pushing him over and straddling him.
“O, I—” Simon gulps as I position myself over his length and lower myself, waiting for a moment while my body adjusts before I move. Simon holds on to my hips, but he’s the one biting his lip while I ride him. I read about doing this, and yes, it’s fantastic.
“Simon,” I say, breathing heavily, “I want to watch your face as you—” Pressure builds, and my eyes close for only a moment. I force myself to focus on the words I want to speak. “I want to watch you come forme.” I hiss from pleasure. “I want all of you.”I’m completely exposed and loving it. Tipping my head back, I sigh from happiness.
He grips my hips with his fingers. “Fuck, O, I don’t know how much longer I can last.” His breath is ragged, and he bites his lip again, which drives me wild. Now I understand how he feels.
I whisper, “Together.”
He grips my ass as we explode. I ride my climax as his cock pulses, and when we finish, I lay my head on his chest, panting and satisfied.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Simon breathes out after a few minutes.
I laugh and carefully push my chest up. I hold on to his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his length still within me. “I’m thinking”—I give him a peck on his mouth—“that I can’t get enough.” My fingers dig into his shoulders. “When you come inside of me, I want more of you. I want you to touch me whenever, wherever you want too.” His cock twitches, and I smirk. Rolling my hips, I feel him grow. “I want to make you happy, and when you’re not, tell me.”
His calloused fingers stroke my back. “I promise to tell you.”
“And I absolutely want to make love to you, but way over a thousand times.” I give him a teasing smile. He sits up, crushing his mouth onto mine, and brings my legs around his back. I’m still in control, but looking down between us, watching as our bodies clash together, gives me an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
Simon’s arms are under my own, and his face is in my chest as he continues to thrust into me. He kisses my breasts, each receiving equal attention. I feel that tight coil being released, and he swallows my cry. I tremble—my legs shake. Damn, I’m probably not going to be able to walk now. We keep going for a few more minutes until Simon grips my shoulders, slamming me down on top of him until he moans as he reaches his own climax,and I kiss him through it. When he shivers, I hold him until we fall back on the bed, laughing.
Simon runs a hand through his hair.
“What areyouthinking?” I ask.
“I wish I could give you a honeymoon.” He turns his head to me, and I move one of his curls off his forehead. “I would love to stay in bed with you all day, every day.”
I laugh. “I guess it is a good thing we are married and can do that.”
Simon kisses me slowly, intimately, and cups my face. “I am, and have been for some time, hopelessly and utterly falling in love with you, Princess Orlaith Caddel.”
My breath is taken swiftly from my lungs. Love with. My name. My new name. Tears swell in my eyes and drip down my face. I’m loved by my husband. I fling my arms around him and kiss him passionately. I remember when he cared for me after Ossian went into my mind, how he made the healer save me, how he found me in the cottage after Ossian left me to fight the white furred monsters by myself, how he gave me two precious horses that I will cherish for the rest of my life, how he didn’t want to let me go with those men and wanted to fight them for me, and how he found me again, saved me again when I was poisoned. He has proven himself over and over to me. If that isn’t love, what is?
I kiss him softly. “As I am falling in love with you, Prince Simon Caddel.” I grin into his soft lips, trying to feel that love. He pulls back, rewarding me with dimples.
“Sir,” a male voice says sternly behind the door as he bangs on it.
“This better be fucking important. I’m with my wife.” He kisses my shoulder.
His wife.
“Sir, you received an urgent message from His Majesty. The courier is waiting for a response,” the man says impatiently.
“I’m so sorry,” he says to me as he sits up. “I’ve got to deal with this. Take a shower, enjoy some breakfast. I’ll be back. Our things will be packed for us, so relax before we leave.” He sighs, gives me a quick kiss, and pulls open the drawer next to the bed. He takes out a solid black dagger with white gold on the hilt. The metal is darkhone, only mined in Bethal and highly coveted for its ability to cut through practically anything. Simon pulls back the blankets and slices through his hand. I watch, horrified, as red blood drips down onto the white sheets.
“Simon! What are you doing?” My brace glows, and I heal him.
“A very quick marriage, and I whisk you away. Think about it. If the servants see a little blood on the sheets, there will be no question. I took your virginity. I was your first. There will be no gossip, no whispers that I either married you because you were pregnant with my child or out of pity.” He shrugs. “I would have done it anyway, even if we hadn’t . . .” He pauses and smiles so wide.
My face feels warm, and I laugh. “Next time, just tell me before you slice yourself open.”
Simon chuckles. “Deal.”
“It’s not technically lying. You are my first—the first man to give me an orgasm, several times over.” I blush.
“Fuck, if I don’t want to keep giving them to you.” He growls as he tugs me closer, kissing me.
“Sir!” the man yells.
