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I waste no time in freeing her breasts of their bodice cage. One solitary line of blood trickles to her right nipple, tantalizing along with her erect flesh. Hungry enough to match my appetite. I suck the bloody rosebud deep into my warm, wet mouth.
When Isla moans, I cover her lips with my hand, nip her nipple in warning, and whisper, “Shh, my bride. Nothing but a thin wall between us and the secondary hall. I am all too aware of your great appetite, my bride, but I highly doubt you want all the stewards and my brother and mother to join us.”
Thanks to my interference with Aydon to shut down the mines, Isla has been satisfied, though I’ve mentioned nothing of his warning to re-open them. I’ve spent too much time combing through economic proposals, hunting for employees who aren’t catering to the Citadel, haggling over worker pay. As exhaustive and boring as ever...unlike my bride.
Beneath my palm, she huffs. Her queenly eyes, hot with tears, burn as they narrow with a warning. A sharp stinging pain engulfs my hand, but I don’t flinch or recoil. “Did you just bite me?” I challenge her in a low Ith growl.
Isla feigns innocence with an adorable shrug, but her cheekbones plumping from an unabashed grin betray her.
Simpering, I collar her throat, snug but not tight. A master of my newfound strength by now. Isla gasps through my hand collar, but she cannot whimper or moan when I fondle her left breast and twist the nipple sharply. Her knees shudder, a captivating flush warming her. Again, I suckle her right nipple, hard and dark as a dried pomegranate seed, flesh around it like shriveled pink cherries. I squeeze her breast and remark, “I wonder how large they will grow when filled with the milky sustenance for our child. Hmm...” I close my teeth around her bud and tug.
Isla gasps, throwing her hair forward. I loosen my hand enough to permit her to seethe, “Perhaps I’ll drown you in the milk, Corpus King. Oh!” She moans again when I pinch her nipples, then shift her gown to her hips. Kneeling before her, I drag her underthings to her ankles, pry her willing thighs, and inhale her essence.
“Or perhaps you’ll drown me with your fluids now, my dark rose,” I quip and drag a finger across her damp sex, enjoying her licking her lips and clinging to the alcove walls while I part those hearty, pink lips like perfectly-cut fruit. Soaked fruit. Utterly soaked.
She looks so beautiful with her gown gathered at her waist, her alluring breasts heavy and heaving. I lean my cheek against her belly, delirious from its soft roundness. A result of more than a few extra helpings of shortbread and pomegranates. Tonight, I will announce our pregnancy to the Court, to the peoples of Nathyan Ghyeal, of Talahn-Feyal, and all the visiting royals.
Isla’s lacy underthings imprison her lovely ankles, exhibiting her sinuous calves to her exquisite round thighs to her fleshy flaming jewel of a center exposed and ready for the plundering. That plump dangling nub, swollen and needy.
“Allysteir,” she whispers, eyes closed.
My chest warms, tingles with the image of her body growing to prepare for life. “I will love and cherish your body after the birth, Isla. More so.” I brush her aching bud with the tip of my finger.
“No,” she whimpers, thrusting her pelvis out, her sex seeking my finger.
I chain her back to the wall with one hand, hover my fingers a couple of inches from her feminine pleasure. Grinning in victory, I trail my finger along her slit, teasing. “Invite me in, my Queen.”
She snaps her eyes down to me, screws her brows low, shakes her head, and mouths the word, “No”.
“It changes nothing, Isla. My love for you has not dimmed.” I rub her clit again, tormenting her.
She tips her head back, presses her lips together, and slams her palm onto my shoulder, nails raking up the side of my neck to demand, “Now...”
“Invite.” I trail my finger lower. “Me.” Circle her drippy opening. “In.” I dip my fingertip inside and collar her waist with shades to prevent her from bucking. I force my digit in deeper.
I withdraw my fingers, my hand from her mound, and rise, only to discover her hands curved, prepared to strangle. Her eyes burn with frustrated lust. I slam those hands to the wall above her head. “It doesn’t have to be the same,” I promise against her mouth.
She shakes her head, eyes violent. “It can’t. It won’t. Never the bed. Never again.”
“I’ll work with that. We have eternity.” I kiss her, savor her moan, trail my lips down her throat, to her full breasts. “What could be more different than fucking you against a wall in forbidden shadows?” I cup her mound, smirk at how she licks her fruitful lips, debating.
“You don’t deserve—“
“Of course, I don’t,” I agree, rolling my eyes. “I’ll never be a worthy husband, my bride. I am simply your Corpus King whom you fucked first,” I default to self-deprecation. “Allow me to return the favor.”
Isla opens those amethysts and lurches, snapping her teeth an inch from my throat. I smirk to one side. “Naughty bride. Are you saying yes?”
“You’re a real piece of work,” mocks Isla.
“Hmm...perhaps the greatest truth is how I am one whole piece now, my bride.”
“Oh!” She gasps when I unleash my cock and nudge her eager center while growing shadows around us. I lean in and hum in her ear while pressing her fingers to my chest, hinting, “But my strongest and fullest muscle has desired you since the beginning. And will long after our children are born.”
She rolls her eyes, grits her teeth from my member prodding her. She knows I’mnotreferring to my lower muscle and instead the one in my chest.
“Or perhaps I’ll go to Aydon after I push the little monster out.”
“Shall I fetch him and alert him of your desire?” I call her bluff and lean away, but Isla grips my collar at the last second.
