Page 115 of Prize for the King
“Do you know why I make you undo my belt?” he askshoarsely. When I shake my head, he grins. “Because there’s nothing more arousing than the sight of your clawless, human fingers working me open, pet. I don’t want an Agnidari wife, even if she were easier to handle. I only want you. You are perfect.”
“I want you, too,” I say after I wrestle my tight throat into submission.
I’d like nothing more than to say I love him, but I’m not sure that’s true, so I take a deep breath and tell him things I am certain of.
“I like and respect you. I admire you, and I desire you deeply. I feel safe with you, safer than I ever was at home. And I don’t hate you. Will you please remember it?”
He laughs under his breath, his silver eyes crinkling with warmth.
“Yes. I’ll do my best. Thank you. Now show me how wet your cunt is.”
I swallow with difficulty and nod, lying down carefully. Magnar cocks an eyebrow, still standing by the bed, his trousers around his knees. He makes no move to help or direct me, and I brace myself, closing my eyes, and open my legs.
“Oh, pet. Mmm. Touch yourself with your fingers and show me how easy it is to glide them up and down this sweet pussy.”
I sob, gripping the sheets, and give him a pleading look.
“Why don’t you touch me yourself?”
“In a moment. Please. I want to see your hand there. Your sweet finger inside you, love. Put it in and let me lick it off.”
He’s merciless, and even though my insides squirm with embarrassment, I know I’m getting wetter by the second. Just his hot gaze and commanding voice are enough. With a whimper of defeat, I touch myself gently, hissing when I feel how wet and hot it is, how tender.
“Yes,” he grunts, fisting his cock. “Now inside. You can handle one tiny finger, pet. You had my cock in there, and it’s so much thicker.”
I search for my opening, and slowly, with my breath bated, push inside. He groans and steps out of his trousers, climbing in bed. He pulls my hand free and sucks my finger into his mouth. His eyes are locked on mine, and they glitter with satisfaction.
“Grip my cock. Go on. I want to see it.”
I remember what Khay and Raduna said before, about wanting to see my hands on them.
“Are you all so fixated on my hands, then?” I ask as I sit up, reaching for him with trembling fingers.
“Hands, lips, ass, tits, cunt, legs, belly, eyes, hair… Pretty much everything, love. Oh,fuck!Good. Squeeze tight.”
“Won’t it hurt you?” I ask, unable to tear my eyes away from where my hand, indeed so small, struggles to wrap around the thick, pulsing muscle.
“No. Don’t be afraid. Touch me, love.”
I squeeze harder, and his cock grows purple, the veins more prominent. The head glistens, the darkest of all, and clear liquid drips out onto the sheet, stretching like a cobweb.
“I already tasted you. Here.”
He swipes at it with his blunt-nailed finger and brings it to my mouth, his eyes blazing. I part my lips, and he paints the lower one with his arousal, then grabs my hair and pulls me up for a kiss. I choke on a gasp of shock, and he kisses me hard, grunting into my mouth with abandon.
“Mine,” he says, pulling away. “My wife. Say it.”
“I’m your wife, Magnar.”
“Perfect.”
He pushes me down onto the bed and looks speculatively between my legs, then at my face. Thinking, he works his fist up and down his length, and finally settles between my legs with a focused expression.
“We’ll do it differently today. I want you to come from my knob.Breathe.”
He nudges my entrance with the blunt tip and I do my best to relax, gazing up at his broad chest. Magnar releases a shaky breath and pushes in. I gasp instantly, feeling every inch of his progress as he slowly stretches me open.
“This sweet cunt will choke me,” he grits out, stopping when he’s seated halfway in me. “You’re even tighter than before. Fuck. That oil actually did something. Caliane? Are you well?”
