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Beneath her, her new husband shuddered with his own coming, and when he came into her, he gasped her name.
Ophelia...
She collapsed onto him. Her heart kicked against her chest like the hoof of a wild horse. He must have felt it.
“Gods,” he breathed. “I love being married.”
“So do I,” she said. “I married very well.”
“I wish I knew who you were.”
“I can’t tell you. It’s against the rules.”
“Tell mesomething, then,” he begged. “Tell me something that tells me who you are.”
“I am she who loves you,” she said, touching his face. “My prince.”
“Ah,” her shy prince said with a brazen smile. “That tells me all I need to know.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lia opened her eyes. She lay on her back and August was at her side, looking down at her face.
She started to say hello, but he stopped her words with a kiss. If she’d been expecting a quick kiss, she was wrong. The kiss was rough and passionate and dirty, and she couldn’t get enough of it. Suddenly she needed to have sex. Not wanted...needed. August must have felt exactly the same because he paused in the kissing only long enough to roll on a condom. With his knees, he pushed her thighs wide and with one thrust he was inside her.
But it wasn’t enough for him to simply be in her. He slid his arm under her right thigh and yanked it up and over his shoulder. She lay there under him, completely open, spread out and impaled. His cock rubbed every tender spot within her. Pinned down as she was, she couldn’t even move. All she could do was lie there and take it and take it and take it. August loomed over her. His shoulders were like iron, his arms like steel and his cock rock hard and splitting her in two.
Lia groaned and panted. She hadn’t known it could be like this outside of her fantasies. She’d known passion existed, and pleasure and desire and orgasms, but she didn’t know they existed for her.
“You like it?” August demanded. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes,” she said, breathing hard. Her nipples were so tender as they brushed against his chest. The harder he pounded her, the harder she wanted him to. Just as in the fantasy they’d shared, she whispered, “More.” And he gave her more. He braced himself over her on his elbows and knees and rammed his cock into her in a frenzy of rough rutting thrusts. Lia had to grab the bar of the headboard with both hands to brace herself so she could take what he gave her. She was so close...her stomach was in a knot, her vagina dripping wet and her heart galloping like it would run away with her.
“Come for me,” he ordered as he pounded away at her.
“I don’t know if I...”
“You can. You have. You will.” He dug his hands into her hair and tilted her head back. He met her eyes and held her gaze as he slammed into her.
“You will,” he said again. “For me.”
A part of her wanted to close her eyes to hide from him. But another part of her couldn’t bear to look away from his storm-wild eyes. She pumped her hips into his, hard as she could, meeting his every thrust. Her clitoris was swollen and throbbed as the shaft of his cock rubbed against it.
“Hold my neck,” August said. “Don’t hold the bed. Hold me.”
She released the bar and clung to him, one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his shoulder. His knees were under her now as he pulled her into him.
“I can go as long as it takes,” he said into her ear. Then he kissed that ear, her neck, her throat, all the while fucking her as hard and deep and dirty as any man had ever fucked any woman since the beginning of time. Everything disappeared in that moment, with August on top of her, driving into her without mercy. She lost her mind and her shame, her past and her future. Nothing mattered except the cock inside her and the climax building there, brewing like a storm, ready to burst. The bed rocked under them. August groaned as he rammed her endlessly. Lia lifted her head and buried it against his chest.
She came. She came like a tornado, like an earthquake, like the end of the world. Her entire body shuddered as her inner muscles contracted so sharply it hurt, so sharply August cried out. He slammed his own climax into hers and it seemed the ecstasy would never end, that she’d be lost in it forever. She wasn’t afraid. As long as she was lost with August, she didn’t care if she ever found her way back again.
When it all finally ended, August rested his full weight on top of her, trapping her under him. In a daze of orgasm and afterglow, Lia laughed drunkenly.
“What was that about?” she asked in a small sleepy voice. “You had fun playing virgin groom or something?”
“You told me you love me,” he said.
Lia stiffened in shock. He couldn’t believe that, could he?
