His laughter vanished. A flush rose over his sun-darkened skin.
His eyes burned into hers. Telling her what he wanted. She could almost feel him urging the carriage wheel to hit a stone.
Another bounce. A tease of flesh slipping over flesh.
By the gods, she was so wet.
And she ached to be filled. Ached to feel him inside her.
She shouldn’t be so aroused. Shouldn’t be hoping that the rocking of the carriage would slide that big cock as deep as she needed it. That it would force her to fuck him. She shouldn’t want this man. Not ever again. And hadn’t she just declared that she would never let him touch her again?
But she was not letting him.
And she was in this position by a scheme of her own making. Perhaps, one more time, she could have him. And pretend that she didn’t mean to.
She hadn’t meant to.
But did she pray for the next rut in the road? She did. Fervently. The carriage bounced and there he was, right at her entrance, right where she wanted him. But it wasn’t enough, couldn’t be enough. She remembered how he’d had to grunt and shove to get into her, his massive column of flesh invading a much narrower channel.
Then she swayed backward again and his cock slipped forward over her clit. A choked sound erupted from his throat. She was shaking, shaking all over, her nipples throbbing as her breasts jiggled with every jolt back, forward, every direction but the one she so needed.
Another hard bounce shoved her back and then his cock was there, inside her. Barely. Just the crown, stretching the delicate flesh at her entrance. Her desperate whine filled the carriage.
Bane’s chest rose on jagged heaves. And she’d never seen anything like his eyes. Near glowing as they held hers. As the next jolt pushed him a little deeper.
Then came a smooth stretch of road. With barely any bouncing. With Echo’s body frozen and trembling over his in an agony of suspense and carnal need. With her arousal slicking the insides of her thighs. No doubt he could feel it. Joined as they were, her lust must be dripping down the length of his shaft—easing the way for every small dip and bump to push her down instead of up over that thick bulbous crown, which proved to be as hard to get out of her as it was to get in.
The carriage lurched as if they’d rolled over a log, and she lurched with it—up and down and suddenly she was full, stuffed full of his cock, so thick and so deep.
Then nothing. Smooth road again, with a little jostling, a little rattling, but she needed something more and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—except she could see that Bane felt the same, and as the tension rose and rose and rose within her, the only sanity was knowing he was there with her, dying with her. Until just a little bump, perhaps no more than a pebble, sent her flying over into orgasm with her inner walls clenching and a scream riding up her throat.
Eyes wild, teeth clamped, Bane shook as her sheath gripped him tighter, tighter until he grunted and a violent shudder wracked his big body. His heavy length pulsed inside her cunt, sending convulsions of pleasure through the flesh that he filled with seed.
Overfilled. New slickness dripped down her inner thighs, and they were both panting and sweating when the tension finally released.
Slowly her breaths eased. His gaze likely mirrored hers—heavy-lidded, replete. As if he were just as near to falling asleep. Though his cock had softened within her, he was still buried deep—but it would only be a few hours until the poison wore off and they could move again. At this moment, however, she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Another jolt made her sway against him. The carriage began to rattle and vibrate.
A cobblestone street.
Glowing again with a feral light, Bane met her eyes. Her laughter dissolved into a moan when the heavy shaft within her stiffened. So she would soon have him again.
Only a few hours.
It would have to be long enough.
6
Bane
He’d never thought to be thankful that his brother rarely paid for repairs to Gocea’s roads. But there was no jostling and rocking now. At a harbor village on the Illwind Sea, they’d abandoned the carriage, its floor so sticky with his seed and her cunt honey that it would have to be mopped out before being used again. At sunset, Bane carried his bride aboard the ship that would take them to Crolum’s southern shore in half the time they could travel the same distance by horse—and they wouldn’t need to journey over the dangerous mountain pass that Bane’s army had used to reach Phaira’s southern border a year past.
Bane was more exhausted now than he’d ever been then, even in the midst of endless battle against the scourge. Perhaps an effect of the poison. Perhaps the inevitable result of so many orgasms. Or perhaps the fatigue of a body forced to hold itself still, even as everything inside fought to move.