I lean back, bracing my hands on his muscular chest. “And you’re my king.” He hits a magical spot inside me, and I come crashing down, my high so powerful I have to squeeze my eyes shut as I ride the waves of my orgasm, calling out Draven’s name.
He squeezes a nipple, telling me what a good wife I am, and I love when he calls me that. How I always want to be that to him. How this sham of a marriage has turned into something so much more real than I ever could have imagined.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you.” He groans, bucking wildly. “Fuck, Allison,” he says as his release washes over him so magnificently I can’t turn my eyes away from his stark beauty.
“You’re amazing,” I tell him once his body has calmed.
“That was only the beginning,” he says, running his hands over my neck to heal the wounds.
I stop him. “I was serious about wanting to wear your marks on me.
His eyes study me curiously. “When we’re done, I’ll leave the marks on your skin.”
I drop down beside him, curling into his side and kissing his skin. “Thank you.”
He traces lazy eights on my arm. “I guess I didn’t lose my powers.”
“I guess I didn’t either,” I say with a small smile. “I felt it,” I say to him. “Right before I was about to get off. I felt it all. I could have done anything. I need to learn how to harness that power even when I’m not having sex.”
This makes Draven laugh, a real laugh-out-loud moment. “Yes. Yes, you do.”
He leans in and kisses me—slow and lingering—like a husband really kisses his wife when they’re consumed by love. I run my nails down the length of his back and wrap my legs around him once more as he moves on top of me.
“I took it easy on you last time.” he says.
I blink.
He smiles. “Now fucking spread your legs. This is gonna be hard and dirty.”
Nineteen
Draven
* * *
Allison is the woman of my dreams. Only took me a few centuries to find her. To make her mine. But she is now. She is mine.
“On your hands and knees,” I tell her.
She’s a perfect wife, taking my orders like her life depends on it.
She gets on all fours, glancing over her shoulder at me, her blonde hair tumbling down the sides, while I kneel on my knees behind her. To have her here, in my bed, makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
Things I never thought I could feel.
I run the tip of my cock over her wet slit, barely pushing into her, and then pulling out to rub her cunt once more. She pushes her ass back so I’ll fill her up.
“You don’t like being teased, do you?” I do it again, repeating the torture.
She moans out, long and hard, letting me know she’s ready for me to own her tight little body tonight.
Every night.
Because I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
“No, I need you,” she whines. “Now.”
I run my free hand over her back, up toward her throat, and wrap my fingers around the width of it, squeezing lightly. “I know what you need. I’ll always know what you need, because I own you. You’re my wife, and I know what’s best for you. I will give you my cock when you’re ready for it.” I rub the head of my cock over the cheeks of her ass, slapping them lightly with the thickness of my dick.