The Relic (Cradle of Darkness #2) - Addison Cain Page 0,28

to wish her good evening. “How did you rest, my love?”

Speechless from my attention, or maybe from the wide-eyed stare at my bobbing cock, Pearl failed to reply.

“There is no need to be frightened of your husband’s body.” The arm I had been stroking, I drew my kneading grip down her limb and brought her hand to hover over my erection. “You can touch me if you want to. Explore me and know you are safe. I will not have sex with you until you ask me to.”

Had that been too similar to the line in yesterday’s film?

There was something new in her at that moment. Terror, yes, but also bite. “And when you do, what happens then?”

That one stumped me. “I suppose it depends on what you’re in the mood for next.”

“Will you make me put my mouth on you like—” She swallowed, flushed skin going pale. Thoughts of Darius and his debauchery were in her mind, but it was the film she referred to. “—like the man in the movie did to his wife.”

This, I could work with.

Flipping her over before she might scream or fight back, I put her in the exact position the actor had first fucked his captive. Draping my body over her back, I settled my wings to embrace us and took the lobe of her ear in my teeth. “He did this to her as well. Fucked her while her hands were chained to the headboard.”

I did not penetrate, but I did let my organ smooth through her folds in a long, slow stroke I hoped would entice arousal and not screams.

“My love, is it not better to jump into the water and swim? Toeing the shore will drive you mad.”

Shaking so hard I could hear her teeth chatter, Pearl stopped me in my tracks. “Don’t.”

But this was not the time for retreat. There was a reason I had conquered the known world time and again. I would conquer this too. “I’m asking for you to trust me.”

And I scythed the long, aching length of my penis again between her folds. And again. As I cooed and stroked her, as my wings warmed her from her fear-inspired chill.

I mimicked the act of fucking without actually penetrating my darling one. Offering us both a taste of pleasure until she began to pant and the muscles I worked to caress all night began to relax. Her head to the mattress, her ass in the air. My breath at her ear, and my cock stroking her clit, I took my time. And in time, she took her pleasure.

But it would not be enough to send her to bliss.

If she wanted that, she’d have to ask.

And I could hump her gorgeous ass for all eternity. Suffer with her.

The sun rose, and though her hips had begun to squirm in an attempt to get the friction her body desperately needed for release, she didn’t ask.

So I showed mercy.

Slinking down her body, taking her hips in hand, I brought her swollen sex to my mouth and let her experience the art of eating pussy from another angle. One that let me delve my tongue deep, tease her anus. Flatter her clit with praise.

Screaming my name, she came.

A thing she had not even dared the night before.

Progress indeed!

Progress enough that I crossed the threshold with questionable permission, while she was dazed and assumed the perfect position to end this standoff.

Cockhead to slit, I pressed in.

Knowing I was too big in my true form, I took astounding care and sealed our fates with the truth of the matter.

“You called for me.” At the perfect shell of her ear, I growled like the animal I was.

And gained another inch.

Permission enough.

Battle won.

It took almost an hour, a great deal of caresses, incessant circles over her clit, and compliments in every language man had ever spoken before I was fully seated in my wife’s cunt.

In which time she had come apart on my cock four times, unable to resist pushing back against my intrusion and impaling herself as her channel sucked at my meat and adapted.

My sword was sheathed in perfect, tight fire.

The beauty of her pussy stretched around me. Sound and pulsating. Wet and welcoming.

The very first time I had taken my wife in ages long past, I’d had to oil my cock to facilitate a struggling penetration. Now, she was wet for me. Now, I was home.

“I love you.” I said it a thousand times or more, felt it where my soul