She cried out again when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her off the bed and sat on the edge, for her to straddle him. She gasped as he sheathed himself inside her and planted his hands on her backside.
“Ride me,” he ordered as he squeezed her bottom and set her to riding him hard.
Having been near to climaxing for a second time, it did not take long before she felt herself on the verge of doing so again. And just as it drew nearer and nearer, Rhys’ fingers moved between her legs and stroked in just the right spot. She burst so hard in climax that she thought for a moment she would faint. She dropped her brow to his, her breathing rapid as tingles of pleasure raced through her over and over and over while Rhys squeezed her bottom and continued slamming her against him again and again, making her climax last.
She sighed and took his face in her hands and kissed him with what strength she had left. Then with her brow still resting against his, she said, “You have yet to come.”
“One time will not be enough,” he said and nipped gently at her bottom lip.
Her body shuddered. “I am yours, Rhys, do as you wish.”
“That is a dangerous thing to say to me, wife.”
“Will you hurt me?”
“Never,” he snapped.
“Then I have nothing to fear, but much to enjoy.”
With his hands firm on her backside, he stood, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him and her arms went around his back. He kept her tight against him and walked to brace her back against the wall. Then he drove into her hard and fast and after a few minutes he buried his face in her chest and groaned long and hard as he climaxed.
Heather gripped the back of his neck with one hand, holding herself against him as his groan seemed to go on forever. His body finally stilled, and his groan faded. She remained as she was, letting him linger in the pleasure of his climax and fearing if she moved, he would know he had sparked her passion again.
She wondered if she was wicked, wanting him as much as she did or enjoying him as much as she did.
He walked to the bed and to her regret pulled out of her before lowering her down and dropping down on his side next to her. His hand went to her breast to give it a gentle squeeze, then his finger began to slowly trace circles around her nipple.
“Passion still sparks in you.”
“Is that wrong?” she asked anxiously.
He smiled. “No, wife, it is not wrong. It is a good thing.” His finger moved to trace her lips. “Never keep it from me. Never be afraid to let me know you want me.”
She took hold of his finger. “You will do the same? You will let me know when you want me?”
Laughter rumbled along with his words. “I want you all the time.”
“I feel the same,” she said, releasing his finger, to trace her own over his chest. She stopped suddenly and stared questioningly at him.
Rhys dropped on his back. “What does your curiosity want to know that you are not sure if you should ask?”
Heather turned on her side to face him. “You are getting to know me well.”
“Very well.” He smiled and poked her gently between her legs.
“How many women have you been forced to be with?”
“Too many. I knew none before I was enslaved. I was one of the stronger slaves, so I was given a chance to become one of Haidar’s slave warriors, not that I had a choice. I learned that Haidar expected his warriors to be exceptional in all things. So, he made certain we trained for hours on end. Once my training was done and I was part of Haidar’s elite slave warriors, I thought the forced performances were all behind me. But they were just beginning.”
“How did you finally win your freedom?”
“There was only one way...complete the task Haidar set. It was an impossible one, since he had no intentions of freeing any of his slave warriors, especially those who served him well.”
“And you served him well?”
“Too well.”
Heather heard the regret in his voice. She could not imagine the hell he must have suffered.
