Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,101
nowhere.
Ripping my mouth from his, I shimmy the gown down my shoulders, letting it fall to my hips.
“Sybilla,” he groans. “You’ve just been through something traumatic,” he whispers, licking his lips as he stares at my taut pebbled nipples.
“Elias,” I call softly. His gaze flicks up to meet mine and I know that he is conflicted, but I’m not. “I need you, my king. I need you right now. I need to feel you inside of me.”
The dam of his control breaks, instantly. He slowly stands, jerking his chin toward the pillow and I push the rest of the gown off of me before I climb over to those pillows, my back resting against the short headboard. He removes his clothes, I watch as he bares himself to me, every square inch.
“Spread your legs. Show me what I own, what’s mine,” he roughly demands.
Any other modern woman would probably fight his words, but not me, I know that what he’s about to give me is going to be a gorgeous and generous gift and I am so ready and willing to take that gift, right now.
ELIAS
I watch as a flush breaks out over her entire body beneath my admiration, my appreciation of the way she opens for me is beyond compare. Crawling on to the woolen bedding, I fit myself between her spread thighs.
Lifting my hand, I press my palm against her chest to feel her heartbeat. She is real. She is breathing. She is alive. Wrapping my fingers behind her knees, I tug her down so that her head lands softly against the pillow.
Dipping my chin, I look down into those golden flaked eyes that I have fallen in love with. The idea of love is absurd, but it fills me every time I even think about this woman.
“Elias,” she breathes as she lifts her hand and cups my bearded cheek.
“I almost lost you,” I admit.
The words come out shakier than I intend. Emotion overwhelms me as I think about what could have befallen her just moments ago. Shifting forward, I lift one hand and wrap my fingers around the short headboard as I align my cock with her entrance.
“I’m right here,” she breathes, lifting her hips to attempt to take me inside of her.
“You are, aren’t you?” I ask as I sink inside of her warm and waiting body.
She’s ready for me, more than I thought possible with little preparation. She must be feeling as I am, needing to prove to the gods that she lives. My free hand, I wrap around the outside of her thigh as I bury myself completely inside of her warm center.
Sybilla’s hands slide from my cheeks to cup the sides of my neck. Her thumbs trace my jawline as I pull out, then sink back inside. My gaze stays focused on hers, watching as her eyes dance with each stroke of my cock.
“You will never leave my side again, sweeting,” I murmur through my clenched jaw. “Never again.”
My eyes stay connected to hers, I’m unable to look away, too enamored by my wife, too afraid that if I do, she will disappear from beneath me.
My hips continue to move, I grind down against her sweet nub on each downstroke, watching as her lips part in awe and she exhales each and every time.
My movements speed up, as I try to control my breathing, try to control my body, but I am on the edge, just seconds from losing the thin grasp that I hold. Sybilla’s fingers dig into my neck as she grips me, her eyes sliding closed as her queynte flutters around my cock.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I’m coming.”
“Who am I, who do you come for?” I demand, my voice booming louder than I intend.
Her eyes open slightly and she looks up at me through her lashes. Her entire body trembles, I feel her thigh shake beneath my grip. My fingers flex, holding her tighter, no doubt bruising her delicate flesh.
“I’m coming for you, My King, my love,” she sighs.
“Gods,” I curse right before I bury myself inside of her and roar with my own release.
My entire body trembles, my cock emptying as if it is the first time I’ve lain with a woman. The force so strong, my hips jerk with each twitch of my seed’s release. My arm shakes as I hold on to the back of the bed, dropping my face, I touch my mouth to hers.