Page 127 of Oath of the Wolf
“Yes.”Brynn’s heart raced as his hands pulled her skirt back up around her hips.The cold air nipped at her skin, but then Cenric’s hands were stroking her, exploring her.
She was already good and wet from his ministrations, and he pushed inside her easily.His entry came with a flurry of sensations that fluttered along her spine and deep in her core.Her body welcomed him eagerly, like they had been made for each other, like this was how things were always meant to be.
“You’re so warm,” Cenric murmured, his cheek pressed against hers.
Brynn closed her eyes, stifling a moan.She never understood why his cock felt good, but it did.
He rocked his hips slowly at first, gauging her reaction.“Are you with me, love?”
“Yes,” Brynn whispered, her breath coming in a ragged gasp.
“Say my name,” he ordered, dropping kisses on the back of her neck.
“Cenric,” Brynn replied.
“Who’s inside you?”he pressed.
His name broke from her as a whimper this time.“Cenric.”
“Good.”She could hear the pride in his voice as he said it.“Do you like this?”He rocked his hips faster, just a little harder.
Brynn gasped, bracing her palms against the cold rock.“Yes.”She arched her spine, pushing her hips back to meet him.
She was out of control again, helpless.She felt as if she were freefalling, but Cenric would catch her.He never let her hit the ground.
“That’s my girl.”Cenric’s voice brimmed with pride as he drove in and out of her, harder and faster until he had her splayed against the stone, her back arched against him, fighting to hold in her moans.
“You feel good.”Brynn clenched her jaw to hold in a scream.“Gods, you feel so good.”
Cenric reached around to the front of her sex and found the bud between her legs again.His fingers stroked and teased as he shoved in and out of her.
Brynn felt her body tightening and coiling again, building toward a wave of heat.“Cenric,” she gasped, “you’re going to make me…”
Her second climax hit her and her legs buckled.Only Cenric’s arms and the boulder kept her from falling.
At her back, Cenric muttered endearments and praises against her ear, the Valdari phrases he always used when he was caught up in his emotions.
Cenric thrust harder into her, faster, almost desperately.He drove in and out of her seeking his own release.
He climaxed with a growl, shoving harder into her and driving himself to the hilt as he did.Bowed over her, his chest pressed to her shoulder blades, he kissed her hair, her neck, her cheek, anything he could reach.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting, with him doubled over her.
Slowly, Cenric straightened, pulling out of her and lowering her skirts again.He turned her back around, kissing her, framing her face with his hands.
It was so gentle, so loving, so tender.It was a sharp contrast to the primal need from a few moments ago.He gathered her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
Brynn pressed her ear to his heart, listening to the pounding of his pulse against her cheek.
“You’re such an incredible wife,” Cenric praised, tone turning playful.“Such a good lay, too.”
Brynn smiled a little at that.“You don’t have to flatter me.”She knew her skills were still catching up.She had been married before, but she had years of bed tricks to learn.
“I mean it,” Cenric insisted.“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
Brynn giggled, heady with the aftershocks of her climaxes.“You’re a liar.”
“That’s a matter of opinion,” Cenric shot back, pulling up his trousers and securing his belt again.“And in my opinion, you’re the best.”He snatched her face, pulling her in for another kiss.
