Reign: A Royal Military Romance

by Roxie Noir

  Ariana just moaned, quietly. Even though he was filthy, just the sight of him always did this to her — seeing his perfect, incredible body, his strong, ropy muscles, all hers.

  It was enough to drive a woman wild, even is he weren’t kissing her neck ferociously.

  Jake put his knees on the bed and sat up just enough to take her shirt in his hands. With no preamble, he simply ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere.

  “Hey!” said Ariana, even as she arched her back up and toward him.

  “It’s my shirt anyway,” he said, leaning down and grinning at her.

  Then he took the center of her bra and pulled in opposite directions, tearing the whole thing in two.

  Ariana was too turned on the protest anymore as Jake put his hands on her, his warm calloused hands running over her nipples, sending little sparks of sensation running through her body before putting his head down and biting them, gently, sucking on one and then the other.

  As he did, one hand made its way to the button on her jeans, releasing it and unzipping her pants, and then he stood to tug them off of her. Ariana sat up and tossed away the ruined shirt and bra, and then grabbed Jake, pulling him back to the bed.

  Quickly getting the upper hand, she climbed on top of him, feeling his hard member slide between her legs. Even though she ached for him, she didn’t let him in yet, instead letting his length slide along her, teasing him.

  “Come on,” he growled.

  Ariana just laughed softly, sitting her full weight on him, and kissed his neck, gently. He smelled like dirt and sweat, but always like that wonderful scent Jake had — a little musky, a little like pine.

  She inhaled gratefully, tears coming to her eyes but lust burning a hole deep inside her. She put her lips back on his skin and made her way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses from his collarbone to his hard pecs, his perfect abs, and then down the treasure trail leading south his his bellybutton.

  When she put the head of his cock in her mouth, she heard him gasp and then growl, the sound deep in his chest and reverberating throughout him. He was hot and hard and as her lips slid down his shaft she heard him moan, a long, loud sound.

  Her fingers dug into his hip and she moved her head up and down again, savoring the salty taste of the precum gathering at the tip of his cock. Every moan that came out of him just turned her on more and more, and she loved knowing how good she could make him feel.

  Finally, Ariana couldn’t take it anymore.

  She needed him inside her, now, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

  Ariana moved back up Jake’s body, straddling him. His eyes were half-closed in pleasure and his fingers were sunk deep into her cushioned hips.

  Without wasting another moment, she grabbed his hard length, placed it at her waiting entrance, and let herself sink onto it, feeling his girth slowly fill her. She closed her eyes and gasped, her hands resting on Jake’s chest, nestled in his dense chest hair.

  Slowly, she began riding him, moving herself gently up and down in his shaft, letting the sensation flow through her. Below her, Jake made a deep, low noise, coming from his chest.

  “Go slow,” he whispered.

  In response, Ariana sat her full weight on him, his member completely inside her, and began rocking back and forth. She could feel him moving inside her, his cock pressing on all the different pleasure buttons there, just barely moving.

  Ariana moaned, unable to stop herself. Jake’s hands gripped her thighs, hard, hard enough to leave red marks. One hand went to her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  She shifted her hips again and watched his eyes close in bliss, even as she gasped, herself.

  Before she knew it, his hand had found her clit, his fingers gently massaging it, and Ariana felt the heat rise through her.

  “Jake,” she whispered, and his fingers closed on her even harder, his massage getting more insistent. Her hips moved faster and faster, letting him slide in and out, riding him harder and harder.

  Without warning, she felt the heat inside her rise to a sharp point and then Ariana came, shuddering and gasping, digging her nails into Jake’s shoulder as she did, her surprised, “Oh!” echoing through the room. Letting it wash over her, she kept moving her hips, still greedily taking all the pleasure from it, still feeling the reverberations of it in her body.

  Suddenly, she was being lifted off of him, and then, before she knew it, she was on her back on the bed again, Jake hovering over her. She laughed in surprise, and Jake kissed her, hard, standing at the edge of the bed. Then he tossed her legs over her shoulders and entered her, thrusting hard. Ariana’s laugh turned into a cry of pleasure, and her hands grabbed at the comforter on the bed, taking two big handfuls in.

  Now he was nearly rough, as if pure need had taken him over, thrusting harder and harder, his body insistent. He filed her again and again, and even though she’d just come, Ariana felt the lust inside her rise again and she arched her back, moaning.

  There was something animal in Jake, the ferocious way he was going at it, and Ariana found it incredibly arousing. It was all she could do to hold onto the comforter as she tried not to come again, trying to hold on just a little longer—

  Jake’s breathing was rough, and she could tell that he was close as well, leaning over her, looking into her face, and finally Ariana let go, moaning and arching her back.

  It felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire, and she turned her head and moaned into the comforter, feeling her muscles spasm and contract against her will, Jake still plunging into her over and over again, the relentless pleasure taking her whole body over. She came and came, unable to do anything but moan, until finally, it stopped, and she felt like she could breathe again.

  Just then, Jake growled, low, letting her knees down and burying his face in her chest. She held his head there with one hand as he pumped himself into her once, then twice, as he came hard, emptying himself into her and then going still.

  Ariana could feel his heartbeat and his hard breathing against her stomach, the way he was still gasping for breath. After a long time, he pulled himself onto the bed next to her and then collapsed, stretching his arms across her and pulling her to him.

  “I love you,” Ariana said to him, after a long moment.

  He nuzzled against her hair, his stubble tickling her scalp.

  “I love you too,” he said.

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  There wasn’t a big group at City Hall. There usually wasn’t, for Tuesday afternoon weddings. It was in a small but very nice room, on the second floor, in front of a mural featuring historic lumberjacks, representing the town’s founding.

  The couple in the front murmured their vows, just loudly enough for the small audience to hear. The man wore a gray suit and the woman a stylish, tea-length white dress that hugged her curves perfectly.

  “By the power vested in me by the state of Washington,” said the officiant, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

  Everyone began clapping.

  “You may now kiss the bride.”

  Jake gently pushed the birdcage veil out of the way and bent to kiss his wife for the very first time.

  The applause intensified to cheers. Jake put one arm around her and bent her backward, sweeping her low before bringing her up again.

  Breathless, Ariana grinned at him. A flash went off, and then, holding hands, they walked back down the aisle together, through the doors, down the steps, and out of City Hall.

  That night, in their bed, sweaty and naked and sated, Jake was mulling things over.

  “Boone came with Regina,” he said.

  Ariana’s head was on his chest, his arm around her.

  “I told you that,” she said.

  “You said they left together last year, after that thing with Violet.”

  “Yeah, exactly.”

  There was a pause.

  “I didn’t know you meant together together.
”

  Ariana laughed and turned her head to look at him. “That’s your fault, not mine.”

  He smiled slightly, too happy to argue with her.

  “Most of the derby team was there,” he said. “They took off work to come.”

  “So did your coworkers,” Ariana said. By now she was falling asleep.

  “Where should we honeymoon?” he asked.

  “Somewhere with forests,” she said, sleepily.

  There was another long pause.

  “Hey,” Ariana said. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” Jake said, and then watched Ariana slip off into sleep, smiling to himself.

  The End