Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,69
mouth, tracing his lips with the tip.
“You’re beautiful, Elias,” I whisper.
Vulnerability.
It’s not something that I’m entirely used to, but I want to be for him, for what appears to be a new start for us. Yesterday afternoon, after his silent apology, he spent the day with me. He showed me around the grounds of the castle, places that I hadn’t discovered yet.
He took me to their church, pointed out different species of birds that I’ve never seen or heard of before. He even took me to the stables where a mama had just delivered her pups. I couldn’t contain myself, I sank to my knees and just stared at the still closed-eyed puppies.
Then, he brought me back to our room and made love to me in the sweetest ways possible before he had a tray of cheese, fruit, and crackers delivered for our dinner along with a pitcher of wine. It was the honeymoon that I wanted, it was perfect.
Now, waking up with him still in bed with me, his body between my legs, I can’t stop from warming at the sight of him, his hair still mussed up from his sleep. A sleep that he spent with his arms wrapped around me.
“I am a monster, Sybilla.”
Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “No, you’re not. One simple scar doesn’t make someone a monster, what it does is make you ten times more attractive. You are strong, you’re a warrior and I’ve never been with someone so rough, so rugged, so brave or strong before. Beauty, you hold a beauty that I’ve never witnessed in my life.”
I watch as he closes his eyes, almost as if he is in pain before he reopens them and his black glittering gaze meets my own. He bares his teeth and presses his palms next to me on the bed before he pushes up and moves farther up my body, all of his brute strength now hovering above me.
Spreading my legs, he lets out a grunt when his hips fall between them and his length presses against my pussy.
Just when I think that he’s going to push inside of me, he lowers his head and runs his nose along my own. I let out a breathy sigh, lifting my legs to press my shins against his ribs. He grunts, his hips shifting as he glides his length through my pussy lips, sliding against my clit.
“Elias,” I exhale.
I’m tender from our time together yesterday afternoon and throughout the whole evening. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much sex in such a short period of time and yet, it doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t know how I managed without his touch for six whole weeks.
“I cannot get enough of your body, of the feel of you, Sybilla,” he purrs.
He slants his head to the side, his lips crash against mine, at the same time he eases inside of me. I’m not wet enough and my body protests, but only for a moment. Then my back arches as his tongue slips into my mouth and he pushes completely inside of me, easily.
“You are ready for me, always,” he mutters against my lips.
My teeth nip his bottom lip playfully. “As are you, My King.”
Elias growls, pulling out of me before he thrusts back inside. “When you call me your king, I feel invincible,” he admits.
“Aren’t you though?” I sigh, reaching my hands to his ass and grabbing ahold of his hard muscles.
He shakes his head, his lips smiling as a chuckle escapes. He rolls his hips, causing my smile to die and a moan to take its place. “Nay, sweeting. I’m only a man.”
“More than a man,” I groan as my nails dig into the muscles of his ass.
My grip causes him to move faster, thrusting harder, my breasts moving with each drive of his cock inside of me. Sweat beads on his forehead, but I can’t look anywhere but those glittering black orbs as he stares intently into my eyes.
“Everything about you is golden, the color of my coat of arms. You were made just for me, Sybilla. Never forget that you are special, my Queen.”
“As long as you never forget either,” I whimper.
Elias shifts to his knees, but I can’t let go of his spectacular ass. My shins stay pressed to his side as he changes his angle. His arms, no longer needed to hold him above me, shift as one of his hands grips my waist.