I felt that tightly coiled rope of restraint I held deep within me start to fray. And all it had taken was my lips touching hers.
I slid my hand that was on the wall toward her neck, pushing her hair away before moving it up and covering the side of her face. I tipped her head back as far as it could go with the wall behind her, and the small sound that escaped her was all but swallowed by my roaming mouth.
The sounds that left me were rough and deep, so fucking feral I was surprised they came from me.
I teased her mouth with my tongue and lips, nipped at her bottom one, and pulled at the flesh gently. I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples rubbing against my bare chest, and my cock surged against my leathers even harder.
The wetness of pre-cum was a constant at the tip of my thick and long shaft, and all I could picture was parting her thighs and pressing deep inside her, filling her up with every single ounce of seed I had in my sac.
And when I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips and she opened up for me, gasping, I didn’t hesitate to plunge inside, stroking her with the muscle, her flavor exploding along my tongue. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever fucking tasted, and I wanted more. I needed it.
I cupped both sides of her face now, keeping her head tilted back, making sure she didn’t move so I could devour her mouth, so I could fuck her there.
In and out, I plunged my tongue, and the soft, almost tentative feeling of her moving hers along mine, as if she were hesitant, as if she’d never done this before, had my possessive, territorial side rising up.
I knew she was a virgin, had made sure any prospective suitors stayed away. I’d watched her as she grew up, and even though I’d known she’d grow into the woman who’d be mine, I’d only been her protector at first. Before she’d become a woman, I’d only seen her as an innocent who needed the safety of me and my guards. And as she grew and turned into the woman she was today, my need for her had shifted, morphed into something that only a full-blooded male felt for the woman that would be his and his alone.
It wasn’t just about protecting her any longer. It was also about keeping males away from her because she was mine.
And if anyone came sniffing around Prima, I made sure to send them off with fear resonating in them, because the consequence of going near her was my brutality.
Maybe it was selfish of me to keep her to myself, to keep others away, but she was mine before she even knew it. And nothing would ever change that.
The feeling of her nails digging into my flesh had another harsh sound leaving me. I found myself grinding my stiff cock against her belly, needing that friction as much as I needed to be buried in her cunt.
I could have taken her right here, right now. But no. I wanted her in our bed, naked, spread for me, and with the privacy our chamber walls had to offer. Anyone could walk by and see me with my female, and that had me pulling back and all but snarling in jealousy.
Her eyes widened, and I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Pulling away a second time was hard as fuck, but I didn’t want things to get too far gone right now. I didn’t want to take my wife for the first time in the corridor.
“You have more self-control than me,” she whispered, and a small smile tilted her lips.
I groaned and rested my forehead on hers, my eyes closed, just absorbing the wondrous feeling of having her close to me.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I stood to my full height and smoothed my thumbs along the soft skin of her cheeks. “I could easily fuck you right here.” Her gasp at my obscene words had pleasure coursing through me. So innocent to the filth of the world. “But I want you even more between our furs without eyes able to see you.” I kissed her again. “Because if anyone saw the loveliness of your naked body, I’d slit their throat,” I growled, and she made another shocked sound.
It was the truth, of course. She was mine, and anyone who looked upon her with lust would meet their fate at the end of my sword.
Just the very idea of another male looking at Prima had jealousy spearing inside me like a hot poker.
She slid her hands back down and over my shoulders to rest on my pecs once more. She stared at where her hands were, eyes wide, pink lips parted.