Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Fuck. I don’t think I can last this time,” I groan as I move over her and guide myself into her.
“That’s okay,” she moans. “We have the rest of our lives to last. I’m already close; please move,” she demands, her voice hoarse and full of desire. I slide in and out of her, falling more and more in love with her as I do.
I don’t know how long we stay in my bedroom, but I worship her body in the best ways. From the way everyone stares at us at the dinner table, they know what we were up to, but it doesn’t matter. We have the rest of our lives together.
Two Months Later
I stare across the room at my pregnant wife. She’s dancing with her father, who passes her to Donner. That pisses me off. Watching her with other men, even my brothers, sends my jealousy into overdrive. I move away from the group of people that I’m talking to toward her. Just as I reach her, Donner spins her out, almost causing her to fall down. I lunge toward her.
“She’s pregnant, you idiot,” I shout. We had decided not to tell anyone yet. Everyone in the room is silent and staring at us.
“We weren’t ready to share that, but since the cat is out of the bag, we’re going to have a baby.”
The room erupts into applause, and the party continues. For the rest of the night, I don’t let her leave my side. When we can finally leave, I carry her out to the limo. We are being whisked away to a tropical destination for our month-long honeymoon.
I should wait to get her to our hotel room, but I know that I won’t. As soon as the doors close behind us, I pull her into my lap. She changed from her wedding gown into a shorter, less formal dress. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I growl, my hands roaming all over her body. She rolls her hips over my already hard cock. Reaching between us, she opens my belt and pants. She pulls my cock out and strokes it. Groaning, I push her panties to the side, and then she sits herself on me. Her moan is long and loud; my groan is guttural. My hands are on her hips, guiding her as she rides my cock. Her hands are on my shoulders, holding onto me as she rides me. Little blue flames spark out of us as we move. We’re still learning to control it.
“You feel so good inside of me,” she says before kissing me. My tongue then traces her lips and down her neck. I suck on her neck until I know I’ve left my mark. It’s a teenager's move, but everyone will know that she’s mine.
“Pull your tits out, princess,” I demand. She pulls the cups of her bra down along with her dress. My mouth immediately latches onto her nipple. I bite and suck one nipple and then the other.
I leave teeth marks, making her come hard on my cock. I can’t hold it back as I do the same. I throw my head back as I shout her name. I hold her in place long after we’ve calmed down. His cock is still hard as he pulls me off of him and tosses me down on the couch on my belly.
“Frost?” she asks, dazed. I kiss her softly, but of course, that turns feral.
“You are such a good girl, princess. Wait until I get you alone tonight. I won’t leave any hole untouched,” I groan as she pulls off of me.
“Promise?” she asks, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“Absolutely. You are mine now, wife. For the rest of our lives. It’s just you and me against the world.”
“What about the flames?” she asks, using her gift to put them out.
“They’ll keep coming as long we do,” I say, chuckling as I tuck my cock back into my pants. Her little giggle makes my balls ache with need.
But luckily, I’ll get to fill her with my seed for the rest of time. I’ve never felt so complete as I do with her. Call it a curse, call it fate, call it whatever you want as long as I get to call her mine.
EPILOGUE
ELISE
ONE YEAR LATER
“Baby, get off your knees.” My husband calls out from the porch. Currently, I am in the garden with our five-month-old son Blaze, pulling some of the bulbs and planting new ones. He is strapped to my chest, babbling away, kicking his legs, reaching for everything in sight.
“That's funny. That’s not what you said this morning,” I reply to my husband, tongue in cheek. He walks towards me with his arms open so I can give him the baby and runs his finger down my neck.
“That's a different thing entirely, princess. I will always let you show your devotion to your ruler.” As hot as it is outside, my body still shivers from his dirty mouth.