Page 116 of Prize for the King
“Mmm. Yes. Trying… To breathe.”
He snorts with amusement. “I won’t ever be deep enough to affect your breathing, pet.”
“You always affect my breathing!” I gasp out, clutching the sheets. “Please move, do something. This is unbearable.”
“Are you in pain?”
“A little, but oh, that’s not…” He pulls back and then slowly thrusts in, just enough for the friction to burn in the most delicious way. I crane my head back, eyes closed, and moan.
“Look at that,” he whispers, sounding a little mean. Oh, I know that voice. It will turn me into a puddle in the most indecent way. “You really like your husband’s scary cock, don’t you, pet? This cunt weeps for me. Tell me now. How much do you like it when I fuck you? And don’t say ‘mate’.”
I sob, and he arches away gracefully, bracing himself on straight arms. His eyes shine, riveted on my face. His hips pull back and slowly in, and I choke on my breath, writhing.
He’s too big. I can’t take it.
“I’m waiting.”
“I-I like it v-very much,” I say through a sob.
He narrows his eyes with a cunning smirk. “Mhm, butwhatdo you like, pet?”
“This!” I exclaim, waving a shaky hand at where we’re joined.
Magnar pulls out and slides down my body until we’re face to face, and he touches his nose to mine.
“This? I don’t know what ‘this’ is. You must be more specific.”
I sigh, looking up into his eyes, and smile. I will not say ‘fuck’, but there are other expressions.
“I like it when you make love to me.”
His face darkens, eyes narrowing before he snorts with amusement. “Cheeky thing. So it’s like that, huh? You want me to make love to you?”
I nod, though I’m not sure now. “Is there a difference?”
He arches his eyebrows, nodding back as if to mock me. “Ah, a world of difference, pet. Fucking is for pleasure and for breeding my wife. But making love to her is another beast altogether. Very well.”
He gathers my wrists and pulls them up above my head, holding both with one large palm. His erection rests against my thigh as he trails his lips slowly up my cheek, kissing my temple. I blink, surprised by the gentle caress.
He continues, dropping sweet kisses on my face and hairline until he pulls back with a smile, though there’s tension around his eyes.
“I didn’t fall in love with you the first time I saw you.”
My lips part in confusion, my heart beating faster and faster as he leans in to give me a soft, loving kiss. It’s deep, his tongue caressing mine, but slow and delightful, like a rare dessert. I sigh into his mouth. When he pulls back, I blink my eyes open with reluctance. My arousal has turned into a lazy humming, and I sink into the bed with pleasure.
“I also didn’t fall in love when you married me. Nor when you challenged me in your castle’s library. I lusted for you then, I admit. You were breathtaking when you told me off in that prissy voice, a slip of a girl trying to tell me what to do with my conquest. It would have been endearing if it wasn’t so fucking hot.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, shaking my head, but Magnar only smiles and presses his lips to my throat, kissing it before he sucks my skin into his mouth.
I gasp and flex my hands, still held in his grip. He licks that stinging spot, then moves on to another, which he also marks. By the time he’s done, I must have seven or more stains on my neck and around my collarbones. He pulls back and looks at them with proprietary smugness.
“I lusted for you very much when we rode together. Oh, that was ahardday, in every meaning of the word. I didn’t love you back then, either.”
He watches me for a moment as if to see if I’ll ask him again what he means, but I’m silent, both dreading and hoping for what comes next. He kisses my lips and continues the journey down my body, kissing a hot pathway down to my breast, which he licks and suckles, finally marking it with a red stain, too. Currents of pleasure vibrate through my limbs and torso.
“Then you got drunk and told me how you’ve been abused. I don’t think I’ve ever been more furious, pet. I realized I had a powerful urge to protect you. You were mine, after all. A wife. I didn’t love you then.”
When he returns to kiss my lips, I realize my eyes sting. There are only so manyI don’t love yousa girl can take. Is this his revenge for me confessing my feelings for Khay? Oh, then so be it. I can take a punishment.
