Faery Wedding(3)

Ash broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck as he pushed the silk aside and swept underneath. She moaned, kissing his neck as his deft fingers found the hard nub of her clit.

“We don’t have long sweet,” he murmured even as he plied her body with soft circles and rubs around and against her needy flesh. “More than anything I want to make this last, but it’s gonna have to be hard and fast.”

She nodded. “Anything. However you want. Just now… Please!”

Her voice held a begging note, but she didn’t care. She just needed him. He was like a drug. Somehow he’d gotten under her skin, and she needed him more than air itself.

Her words were accompanied by a heavy thrust of her hips. A silent demand that he stop messing about and get on with it. He chuckled as his fingers slid down and tested the entrance to her body. She knew what he’d find; she was slick and wet, more than ready for him.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you? Just remember who’s in charge here.”

She gasped, her back arching hard as he thrust two fingers into her pussy. Her vision spiralled as lightening shot through her, tingling through every cell in her body. God, she was almost ready to come, and he wasn’t even in her yet.

“Yeah. Me,” she panted as she rode his fingers to wring out every last drop of sensation.

Triumph and arousal swirled through her in a heady combination as she looked deep into his eyes. This was her payback. Never mind last night, being screwed just before the ceremony was the ultimate revenge. Being taken in her wedding gown before she walked up the aisle as a virgin bride was sweet, sweet justice.

“Sure about that babe?”

He curled his fingers back and pressed at a new spot inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as fireworks obliterated her vision. Gods, the man knew what he was doing. He had to be one of her new husband’s warriors. He certainly wasn’t one of her father’s. There was no way she’d have missed him.

Screw her original plan of being celibate after the ceremony, she was going to find him…

He pulled from her and she pouted, feeling the loss inside her keenly. Within a heartbeat, his fingers were replaced with the broad head of his cock pressing at the soaked entrance to her pussy.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, unable to hold in the tiny whimper of urgency as he impaled her on his thick shaft. Bracing one hand on the plaster of the window arch around them, she accepted every inch of him in one forceful thrust. This was what she needed, to feel him inside her again.

She bit her lip and paused that idea where it was. She didn’t need him. Not him specifically, any cock would do. If she had to marry an old goat, one with warriors like this in his stable, then she was sure as hell going to enjoy her time as Lady Hunter. Maybe, when the fossil kicked the bucket, she might just marry the most attractive and youngest amongst them—provided he was good in the sack.

He didn’t give her more time to think. Setting a heavy, fast rhythm, she pressed her lips into his shoulder to stifle her moans. He filled her to capacity and then some, his large hands beneath the silk at her hips as he slammed into her time and again. The groans that rumbled through his chest stroked her ego. He seemed as out of control as she was. As though he couldn’t help himself.

“Gods, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he panted, leaning into her and spreading his legs a little more for support. “What spell have you cast over me?”

She couldn’t answer, biting her lip as he surged into her, then rolled his hips and ground his pelvis against hers. Her clit throbbed as it was trapped between them. Her pussy clenched hard around him in response. He gasped and drove his cock inside her again, holding still as his muscular body trembled.

“Mine,” he growled against her neck. A quiver ran through her at the harsh, possessive tone before she recalled herself.

“No,” she said, pulling his jaw around and looking him straight in the eye. “No one’s. My own.”

Dev heard the warning tone in her voice and smiled to himself at the display of independence. She could believe what she liked, but she was his and his alone. Her body came alive for him, reacted to his touch so sweetly and delightfully that she had to be made for him. Once they were done here, he was going to claim her in the eyes of the law and their society.

Then take her to bed again. For about a month.

Bringing his lips down on hers, he pushed into her again. He couldn’t get enough of her and only the fact they had to go out there and face the wedding guests in a few minutes stopped him from stripping the silken gown from her body.

Pleasure coursed through him, building on itself until tension had his body so tight he thought his spine would snap. His buttocks were iron-hard as he plunged into her again and again, the grip of her body a warm, tight ride of pure sensation.