Page 90 of The Beast King's Bride

I stare down into her eyes and they are wide, that pretty gray shade of the dawning sky. I lean in, kiss her again, push a little deeper. Another inch. One more.

She lifts one leg, curling it at my side, and something in her relaxes, so that I thrust deep into her, a startled moan leaving my lips.

“Ash…”

She pulls my face back down for another kiss and I groan, my cock sinking into her to the hilt. I cannot fucking breathe, the pressure, the heat surrounding my aching erection almost too much to handle.

I’m too close to the edge, too far out at sea. It’s been too long, I’ve wanted her too long, I cannot… cannot hold back.

I start to move and she moans my name. It’s all the encouragement I need, knowing she likes this, wants it. My hips rock of their own volition, finding a rhythm. We kiss and kiss, my cock sliding in and out of her, the pressure building behind my balls, my cock already twitching. She holds onto me, the heel of her foot digging into my ass, her nipples rubbing against my chest and skies above, I’m about to fall like never before, body and soul.

She arches up, breaking the kiss, crying out as she tightens around my cock, throbbing, driving me mad, pushing me over that steep edge I’ve been hovering on since she entered the room.

Oh fuck. Maab help me. I shout out as I thrust one last time and explode inside her, my balls aching, my body clenching, shaking.

I think I know now what it must be like when you die and enter the halls of the glorious dead. A glorious death.

And I’m crushing her.

With a huge effort, my head spinning, I brace my hands on either side of her and manage to lift myself off her. I’m still buried deep inside of her and don’t want to pull out just yet. She feels too damn good.

The way she moans and clenches when I shift tells me that it feels good for her, too, and by Taliesin’s holy beard, I won’t stop pleasuring her until she screams my name.

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