Page 78 of The Temptation of Roan Island

Fuck, what am I thinking? I can’t get Pippa pregnant. She’s sick. Dying. And Mavarri can’t impregnate humans. I’ve always been thankful for that at the new moon parties, but now, all I feel is a deep, discomforting disappointment that I’ll never see Pippa carrying my child. I’d have to bite her for that to happen, and that’s not happening.

Fuck, my head is such a mess right now.

I move to pull out, but she grasps me with surprising strength, holding my ass to keep me flush against her. Her eyes flutter open with a questioning look. “I thought… you said I could…”

“I should clean you up.” Balancing my weight on one hand, I brush her damp hair from her face.

“Don’t.” She bites her lip.

“Pippa, you’re covered in cum.”

“I know.” Her hands stroll up my back. “I don’t want you to leave. Stay with me. Let me… sleep with you like this.”

What she’s asking for wouldn’t work well flaccid, but I’m not flaccid anymore. The thought of plugging all that cum in her with my cock has me hard again. Solid as a pillar. But this time I won’t take my pleasure from her. If what she wants is to sleep connected to me at the deepest level, then that’s what I’ll give her. I pull her into my chest and roll onto my back so she’s draped over me, then I cover us both with the blankets.

“If it gets too hard to stay like this, you can wake me up,” she mutters, eyes already closed.

There’s no way in hell I’m waking her up if she’s sleeping soundly, no matter how much I might want a second round.

“We’ll see,” I offer noncommittally, only because she’ll argue with me if I protest, and I want her to sleep. I’ll happily suffer an unsatisfied erection in order to take care of my wife, to give her the closeness she craves and the rest she needs.

32

PIPPA

When I wake, the sky is pale blue, in-between night and day. For a moment I worry last night was all a dream, but the thought vanishes as quickly as the rise and fall of Shemaiah’s chest beneath my head, the stickiness between my legs. He must have slid out of me sometime after he fell asleep. We’ve adjusted positions so I’m pressed against his side rather than on top of him. Still half asleep, I trail my fingers over the hard ridges of his body.

He makes a humming noise in his throat, but doesn’t seem to be awake.

Letting my curiosity get the better of me, my fingers graze his upper thigh, barely brushing against his cock. He’s hard, the length resting against his stomach.

“Touch me, Pippa,” he whispers, startling me.

His eyes are still closed, but a half-smile tugs at one corner of his lips. None of his stoic distance is present in this moment, only open invitation. A side of Shemaiah I haven’t seen yet. The desire to meet his invitation with one of my own has me sliding down his body until I’m positioned between his legs. Puckering my lips, I blow a slow breath on his cock.

He grabs hold of my braid. “Pippa, you⁠—”

He gasps when I lick the underside of his length, balls to tip.

“Don’t toy with me, wife,” he warns.

“I don’t intend to.” I wrap my lips around him.

The sound he makes in response is inexplicably masculine. Deep and rich. His taste coats my tongue, heady and tarter than—oh! He’s still covered in me. I should be disgusted. But I’m not. I’m so turned on I straddle his leg and rub myself against him while I suck. The angle’s odd, and his shin is too hard to really feel good, but I need the friction too bad to care. When he moans again, I whimper around his length.

He wraps my braid around his fist and tugs hard enough to pull my head off his cock. “As good as your mouth feels, I don’t want to waste my cum down your throat. So get up here and ride my cock, Pippa. I want that cunt squeezing every drop out of me.”

This is another new side of Shemaiah, and it has me feeling fully awake. Every cell is alive in a way I’ve never experienced before. Right now, I’m as far from the fragile invalid I’ve been as I possibly can be, far from the naïve innocence of my previous encounters with men, too. His words make me feel desired in a way I never have before. Powerful.

I sit up, straddling his hips, and immediately take his cock all the way to the hilt. I’m so wet and ready for him. Moaning, I rock my hips, drawing him against the place inside that makes my body burn.

His fingers curl around my ribs, the tips of his claws pinching the skin of my back. “That’s it, wife. That’s it, love. You’re perfect. Don’t stop.”

He sucks in a quick breath as I move, as I savor the feel of his cock. His touch moves up over my shoulder, tracing my collarbone, sliding down between my breasts. My skin is extra sensitive, everything still relaxed and pliant from sleep.

“I won’t stop. I won’t ever stop.” With my hands on the headboard, I rise onto my knees and slide back down. We both groan.

“Is that so, Mrs. Roan?” He takes hold of my hips and guides my movement. “Are you going to stay in this bed with my cock inside you all day? All night? Fuck, I’d love that. This pussy feels like it’s mine. It was made for me. I’m meant to be right here and nowhere else. With no one else. Just you, Mrs. Roan. Only you. Stay with me.”