Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,123
bring her toward an orgasm. Her hands move to my shoulders and I watch in awe as her head falls back, a moan escaping her lips.
Leaning over her, I touch my mouth to her neck and continue to make love to her. My wife. The woman carrying my babe in her belly. My everything.
Sybilla’s nails dig into my shoulders and I welcome the slight bite of pain as she grips me harder with each thrust and roll of my hips. Sweat gathers against my lower back, my breathing comes out in pants, my balls pull up and I’m moments from climaxing.
“Harder,” she moans.
Grinning against her neck, I slam into my wife, harder, as per her request. I don’t know if it is because she’s from another world, or if it’s just her, but the woman is a perfect match for me, in every way.
It doesn’t take long for her to find her release, her arms and legs wrap around me, squeezing and holding me against her body. My body trembles as I lose the small grasp that I have of my control.
Lifting my head, I watch her face as my hips continue to slam into her, pounding against her sweet body over and over. Her body is limp, her muscles that were once taut, relaxing as I continue to take her.
When she lifts her head, her eyes find mine and a lazy smile appears on her lips. “Yes, take me,” she purrs.
“Who am I?” I grind out. I haven’t made her call me her king since I lost my memories, they’re back and I want to hear it, no, I need to hear her say the words.
“Elias,” she breathes.
I shake my head once, my brow arching as I continue to grind my pelvis against her nub, knowing that she is sensitive, all while I clench my jaw as I try to delay my climax, needing to hear her say the words for me.
“My King,” she breathes.
Driving my hips forward, I bury my cock deep inside of her and roar as my release empties inside of her. My vision blurs and I grunt when I feel her hands leave my shoulders and wrap around the sides of my neck. She pulls me down closer to her before she presses her lips against mine.
“I love you, My King,” she breathes. “I have never been so happy in all of my life, welcome back.”
Bride of the Warrior
A Prophecy of Sisters Short Story
Prologue
MEREK
I see her walk across the courtyard, it is impossible not to see her. She always stands diligently behind her mistress, a constant, and a woman who constantly makes my cock stand hard and at attention, begging for release inside of her undoubtedly sweet body.
“The Queen knows naught of how to ride a horse,” Cornwall announces.
Jerking my chin, I shift my gaze from the sweet handmaid to Sybilla, the queen from another world. She is pretty, beautiful, and my cousin is an idiot for not appreciating the gift that she is.
Originally, I wanted no part of her, but after getting to know her over the past few weeks, I’m discovering that there is very much to like about this strange woman. “I will teach her,” I announce.
Cornwall nods, fading away. My gaze shifts from the queen to her maid again. Licking my lips, I decide that I’ll have her and soon. She seems a bit hesitant, but I know that once I have her alone, she will be unable to resist my charms.
Grinning, I turn away from them. My plan is to start seducing the sweet Katrina tonight, after we eat our evening meal.
Once she’s consumed just a bit of wine, not too much, just enough to lower her inhibitions a touch, I know that she’ll be more than willing to accept at least some of my advances.
Though, I do not plan on taking her this eve, when I am buried between her thighs for the first time, she will have all her wits about her.
KATRINA
Maybe he doesn’t think that I have eyes. I can sense him watching me, every time that he is anywhere near me. I should be grateful, flattered, and appreciative of his gaze on me. Instead, I am heated, flustered, and extremely uncomfortable.
I know what the glances, the staring, the focused gaze means for a man like him and a girl like me. He is royalty, he is the first cousin to the King of Bunafi. I am common, and even worse than that, I am a servant