"Och, wait, wait," he cried, pulling back, sliding himself out of her mouth with a soft popping sound. His erection swayed above her head, just out of reach, a thick strand of white hot liquid dripping from the tip to fall onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed it, eager for more, but Donal rolled off, reaching for and taking her with him.
"Ride me," he commanded, stretching out on his back and grabbing his cock in his fist. "C'mon, lass. Climb on n'go fer a ride."
She gave the head of his cock one last kiss before she straddled him, knees on either side of his hips as she eased herself down onto his length. Donal looked at her with half-closed eyes, watching her slide down slowly until they were joined completely, as one. Kirstin felt him buried deep in her womb, the crown of his cock so far inside her she ached. It was a delicious sort of pain and she moved her hips, grinding, feeling him rock back and forth inside her.
"That's it, lass," he urged, his hands moving to try to span her waist as she undulated on top of him. "Ride me. Mmm, faster."
Her hips rocked, finding their own rhythm, her body in control. Donal reached up to cup her breasts, heavy and swaying, her nipples hard, the flesh around them pursed as if they were asking to be touched. She moaned when he pinched them, that delicious pleasure-string between her breasts and sex zinging like a plucked lute strung, making her ride him faster, harder.
Donal wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a kiss, the velvet tip of his tongue stroking the roof of her mouth, sending hot tingling sensations through her limbs, all the way to her fingers and toes. He began to thrust from underneath, faster and harder than she was able, making her moan into their kiss, carried away by the sensation.
"Sit up," he urged, pushing her back, hands on her hips. Kirstin sank down fully on him again with a low moan, her head going back, hair grazing his thighs as they rocked together.
"Look," he urged, grasping her hips, pushing and pulling her, back and forth, rocking himself deep inside her. "Look at yerself, m'love. See how beautiful ye're."
Kirstin caught a glimpse of herself in a looking glass on the bureau across the room and stopped for a moment, blinking in surprise. She saw herself, full-breasts and hips, hair falling over her shoulders like a midnight waterfall.
"D'ye see what I see?" His hands moved up over her curves, cupping the full weight of her breasts.
"Aye," she whispered, looking from her reflection back down to him again.
"She's mine," he reminded her, tracing a finger down the center of her body, between her breasts, dipping briefly into her navel before traveling further south. "Yer mine, Kirstin. I'll ne'er let another man look at ye, let alone touch ye. No other man or wulver'll e'er claim what's mine. D'ye ken?"
"Aye," she whispered, nodding, feeling tears pricking her eyes. She wanted to drown out all the voices in her head-Raife and Sibyl, Laina and Darrow-everyone who had said it was impossible, that her being with this man couldn't be.
But it was.
She had seen it for herself in the mirror, the two of them joined, connected in a way she'd never been with any other man before. He was changing her, day by day. Her body was transforming, becoming fuller and rounder, her breasts heavier, her sex fuller, always moist and ready for him. She was nearer her estrus with every passing moment.
"C'mere." He pulled her down to him, cupping her face in his hands and kissing the tears that had spilled down her cheeks. "Do'na cry. N'matter what happens, I'll let nothin' come b'tween us, m'love. I promise ye."
She nodded, swallowing past the lump in her throat, wanting to believe him.
"Shhh." He slid her off him, rolling and spooning her from behind, wrapping his big arms around her completely, drawing her body against his. His erection slipped between her thighs, riding up and down the seam of her sex.
"I love ye, Donal," she whispered, leaning her head back against his shoulder, seeing their vision in the looking glass, her expression of pleasure crossed with pained surprise when he impaled her on his length, settling her deep in the saddle of his hips.
"And I love ye," he murmured, kissing her lips as he began to move. He rocked into her from behind, keeping her caught against him, completely contained, her arms crossed over her breasts, his hands cupping them, restraining her from any movement.
She could thrash and writhe and squirm, but to no avail. She was his.
"Donal," she cried, feeling him throbbing inside of her, filling every available bit of space. "Oh Donal, m'love, aye, aye..."
"Tell me," he whispered, his lips against her ear, hips moving, their bodies slapping together. "Tell me yer mine."
"Aye," she panted, surrendering, knowing it was truer than he might ever know. Even if she had to be parted from him, she would belong to him, always. "Aye, Donal, aye, I'm yers, always, always..."
Her words made him drive in deeper, the wet sound of their bodies moving together filling the room. Donal kneaded the flesh of her breasts in his big hands, pinching her nipples, making them pucker and ache.
"Please," she pleaded with him, the sensation between her legs almost unbearable, something coiled tight in her belly, waiting to snap. She couldn't stand much more. "Oh Donal, I beg ye, please, please..."
"What do ye want, m'love?" he asked softly, his teeth capturing her earlobe, biting down gently, making her cry out. "Tell me what ye want."
"I want ye," she cried, writhing in his arms on the bed, undulating her hips, trying to take more of him, all of him, swallow every bit of him up. "Och, please, I want ye, I want to feel ye fill me. I want yer seed. I need it, please, give it t'me!"
She felt his body tense, both of his hands sliding down from her breasts, over her belly, reaching between her legs to cup her mound. Kirstin gasped when he rolled to his back, taking her with him, parting her legs as he thrust up from underneath. She saw the four posters of the bed, the high ceiling above, as he drove her upwards toward it, his fingers playing between the wet, swollen lips of her sex.
"Ahhhh! God!" She shuddered as he made fast, furious circles against the sensitive button at the top of her crevice, sending shooting stars through her body.
"Give it t'me," he growled, bucking his hips up fast and hard, pounding into her, an impossible rhythm. "It's mine, Kirstin. Yer mine. Give it t'me."
"Aye!" She howled and shuddered, arching on top of him as her climax overtook her. Her body shook on top of his, both of them slick and slippery with sweat, her sex clamping down hard around his throbbing shaft.
"Och, lass, yer cunny!" he gasped, and she cried out again when he rolled her once more, this time all the way over to her belly, crushing her with his weight as he spread her velvety thighs with the hard, muscled press of his own, opening her completely to the incessant, aching pound of his cock.
"Donal!" she gasped, breathless, unable to say anything else as he grabbed her shoulders, giving two last, hard thrusts and then collapsed on her completely with the force of his trembling weight. His seed burst deep and hot in her belly, white, pulsing rivers of the stuff, so much it spilled out of her. She could feel it sliding down her slit, soaking the bedding beneath them. The maids would know what had happened there, she knew.
And she didn't care.
"Yer mine." Donal wrapped himself around her, still stroking his half-hard member in and out of her slick slit, as if he couldn't stop the primal motion. "I will'na let ye go. I will'na e'er accept another woman in m'life, as m'wife. I can'na."
She nodded, closing her eyes, feeling tears slip down her cheeks onto the mattress coverlet. He eased himself slowly off, a moment she lamented, every time, before pulling her close against him again, spooning her. She saw their reflection in the mirror, Donal's leg over both of hers, thick arms cradling her, making her seem small in them, as if he might be able to hide her, keep her from the world.
But it was out there, just past the locked door. They couldn't deny it forever.
That made her remember Sibyl and Raife and she chuckled to herself at Donal's simple solution. Why had they not done it before?
"Do ye think they're still locked in yer chancery?" Kirstin asked, knowing he'd understand who she meant.
"Probably." Donal grinned, brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her flushed cheek. "Not that they'll care. I'll likely have t'send in Aiden and Angus t'drag 'em out in the mornin'."