Rituals of Passion (27 page)
She spread her legs, releasing a thready sigh, and he thrust inside her with a mighty lunge that took her breath away. At once punishing even as it delivered the ultimate thrill, she marveled at the very size of him and groaned her pleasure. “So big, lover,” she whispered. “You fill me.”
“And your sweet pussy wraps around me so slick and snug.”
She leaned her head back with utter happiness, laughing.
But when he began to fuck—pounding his rod so incredibly hard into her—there was no room for amusement. The pleasure was too profound, rocking her entire being with each powerful thrust he delivered.
She cried out at every stroke, each seeming to plunge deeper and deeper into her cunt, so that it drove away all thought or emotion until all she could do was bask in the wonder of being well and truly fucked by her husband.
So it was a shock when he suddenly extracted his cock, leaving her cunt abandoned and empty—but only for a moment, until he sank his mouth there.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, equally as stunned by the sudden pleasure to her clit. “Oh yes, lover, yes!” she cried. He licked and ate at her with the same rough passion he’d been using to fuck her, and she opened her legs wider still, parting them as far as she could, wanting only to open herself to him more and more, give herself to him in every
way.
She lifted her pussy to his busy, eager mouth, whispering, “Yes, yes, just a little more. Just like that. Yes, oh…oh yes!
Yes, Dane! Yes! Yes
!” The orgasm shot through her like a thick bolt of lightning, pulsing heat that reached her head, her fingers, her toes— and every spot in between. He didn’t stop his ministrations, even when he surely knew she had come, and it stretched the climax out longer, made it stronger than any she’d experienced yet.
When it was over and he pulled back to give her his usual wicked smile, she felt
entirely spent. “Oh Dane,” she purred, “you
did
miss me.”
He laughed, but it faded quickly as his gaze dropped back to her pussy, her legs still spread as far apart as possible. “Mmm, Maven,” he growled, then in one swift stroke rammed his shaft back into her.
She cried out at the impact, the heat of him filling her nearly to overflowing.
“I love you!” she cried “A
. nd I want to belong to you, Dane! I want to belong to you
always!”
“Ah,” he breathed, leaning his head back in passion. “Ares, here I go, love! I’m
coming in you, coming in you.” His voice was a mere breath, but his thrusts below were
among the most powerful Maven had ever felt. As he shot into her, she had the odd
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sensation of drowning in him, in an utterly pleasurable sense that made her feel safe
and loved and cherished in a way she never had before.
A few minutes later, they lay naked beneath the covers, and she gave not a thought to the sadness or anger she’d suffered every other time they’d fucked before now. As she’d hoped, they were truly starting anew. She nestled against his bare, muscular chest and he held her in a loose embrace, gently caressing her back and the side of one breast.
“I was happy to find you here in this particular bedchamber,” he said with an
earnest, loving smile.
“I moved up here as soon as you left. It seemed right.”
He nodded then kissed her forehead. “It
is
right.”
“And Dane,” she said, looking up at him, “what I said when we were fucking, about wanting to belong to you, that felt right, too. I meant it. That’s what I want.”
He tilted his head against a feather-filled pillow and gazed down at her knowingly. “No, my bride, I don’t think you fully comprehend.”
She lifted slightly to look at him.
“It is only in the ways of love and sex that you want to belong to me,” he said. “That and wanting to truly be my possession are two different things. I understand that now.”
Oh—suddenly she thought she did, too. “You mean that when you’re inside me, wanting to belong to you is natural, but that doesn’t mean I really want you to own me, that
that
part of me
hasn’t
changed?”
He nodded. “Nor would I want it to. I love you the way you are, Maven. I loveevery fiery, independent, stubborn inch of you. The only time I want you to wish to belong to me is when we’re fucking.”
“And tell me, husband, what brought about this abrupt change and made youunderstand it all so well?”
“Besides fearing I’d die and never be inside you again?” He stroked a hand lovingly through her hair. “Well, I suppose I understand it because when we’re fucking, I want to belong to
you,
too.”
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Epilogue
That autumn, Dane held a great feast. He invited men of power from all over the domain, as well as the family of Enrick, Ruler of Caralon, to honor his bride and announce that in the spring she would bear him a child.
After all the game and fruits and breads and pies had been devoured, after musicians from the nearby village entertained the happy crowd, Enrick pulled hiseldest daughter aside.
He wore a proud smile as he said, “You seem well, Maven.”
Given how angry she’d been at her father back when he’d awarded her to Dane, she was almost loathe to admit it, but instead she could only return his smile. “It’s true. I’m very happy with Dane. He turned out to be, well, not quite so dreadful as they say.”
Her father gave a knowing nod. “I suspected you’d see that in time. And I knew it would take a powerful man like Dane to satisfy my most headstrong daughter.”
She offered up a light laugh, then gave her father a hug.
A moment later a firm grip fell on her wrist and she looked up to find herhandsome husband, his eyes glimmering with a familiar heat. Seemed no matter howmuch they fucked, he never tired of it. Which was fortunate, since she didn’t, either.
He pulled her into a shadowy alcove, then eased his arms around her slightly expanding waist. As he leaned into her, she was pleased to find him fully erect. “Mmm,” she purred, suddenly hungry for his tremendous cock.
“Not so dreadful, eh?” he asked with a sly grin.
She smacked playfully at his chest. “You were listening to my private conversation with my father?”
He only shrugged, his hands sliding up the sides of her breasts. Through her silken dress he stroked his thumbs across her beaded nipples, making her pussy thrum withpleasure. “Yes, wife, I was. And now I’m thinking it’s time we slip away from the feastso I can satisfy my headstrong bride some more. What do you say to that, love?”
She cast her most sensuous grin. “I say…I’ll race you to the bedchamber.”
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About the author
Lacey Alexander is the pseudonym of an award-winning author. Over forty of her short stories and articles have seen publication. Lacey lives in Kentucky with herhusband of fifteen years and she loves being a full-time writer. When not creatingromance and romantica, she enjoys crafts, American history, and travel, and she particularly likes incorporating her favorite destinations into her work. She is an activemember of Romance Writers of America and Novelists, Inc.
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