I grin. “And?”
Callum arches a brow. “And from the very bottom of my heart,” he leans close. “Fuck off.”
The three of us chuckle as the doors to the chapel open, and suddenly, I’m not laughing anymore. Because suddenly I turn, and there she is.
My Ailith.
My vision in pure white beauty, floating down the aisle towards me. Her emerald green eyes meet mine, and I’m lost in them as she steps up to the altar, faces me, and takes my hand. Our eyes lock, and I know we’re already saying I do before the priest can even start his words.
“Let us begin,” he says quietly.
Begin? Oh, this began the moment I saw her. It’s finishing right now, and the next chapter begins.
…The one where she’s mine, forever.
Chapter 10
Ailith
The door to Malcolm’s private chambers slams shut behind me with a thunderous sound, but I barely even hear it. In fact, I’m barely aware of anything beyond the fact that I’m wrapped in Malcolm’s arms and kissing him.
…Or the fact that I’m his wife.
I moan into his lips, floating across the floor with him carrying me in his arms as I kiss him madly. He strides right for the bed, but there’s no nervousness in me. There’s no spike of uncertainty or worry like part of me worried there might be. No, with Malcolm, there’s only excitement.
Because I am so ready for this.
I whimper when he sets me down on the bed, on my knees facing him. Malcolm groans, leaning down over me, cupping my face in his big hands, and kissing me until my lips tingle and I forget where I even am.
“I want you always and forever, princess,” he growls quietly, his lips bruising mine. “I want you now, and every day, and every which way. Because you’re my queen—my world, and my everything.”
I moan, kissing him softly as his hands move to my wedding gown. It’s a new one, and unlike the one I was wearing for my wedding to Carlson, this one just seems more “me.” It’d demure, but pretty—soft and light, and when Malcolm’s fingers begin to unlace the ties that close it, I push into him, wanting him to just tear it off.
He tugs the ties open, his eyes sweeping over me as he pushes the soft white linen off of my bare shoulders. He tugs it down my arms, freeing them and letting the dress tumble down over the swell of my breasts. He groans, his eyes feasting on my bare skin and pink, swollen nipples as he pushes the dress down over my hips, until it pools at my knees.
Malcolm draws back, his eyes fierce and wild as they drag over every inch of me. The room is dark but for the full moon streaming in from the open doors to a large terrace balcony, and my skin glows under it.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs softly, his jaw tight. “Gods are you beautiful.”
He groans as he sweeps me into his arms, kissing me slow and deep until I’m melting for him. Until fire blazes through my veins, and until heat pools wickedly between by thighs.
His hand slides down my hip, tracing the groove of my thigh until I gasp as I feel his fingers push wetly through my slick folds.
“And gods do I love how wet this pretty little cunt gets for me,” he groans. His fingers strum over me, making me whimper as I cling to him, and when our lips come together again, I moan wildly into his mouth as his fingers roll over my clit.
Slowly, he turns me, pulling my bare back to his chest, his fingers never leaving my center as his lips brush my neck. I shiver, feeling his teeth rake my skin gently as his thick fingers begin to rub me faster. His other hand slides up my side and teases over my skin until he’s cupping one swollen breast. His fingers tease my aching nipple, and I moan as I melt back into him.
“Lay down, princess,” he purrs into my ear, sliding his hands from me and gently pushing me forward. I stretch out across the bed, arching my back and feeling so… wanted. I feel sensual, and so ready for what’s to come.
I turn my head at the sound of Malcolm removing his clothes, my lip catching in my teeth and heat tingling through my core as I watch him disrobe. The moonlight catches his skin, glinting over the grooved muscles, the bulging arms, the scars from war.
God is he beautiful—beautiful in this completely masculine way that sends shivers through me as I drink him in.
He pulls his kilt away, and I whimper, my eyes locking onto his thick, swollen cock. He’s so big—his throbbing shaft jutting out from between muscled thighs, his grooved abs rippling above it. He groans, his eyes sweeping over me as he reaches down, and when he wraps a hand around that gorgeous cock and begins to stroke, I whimper.
“Lay down, my little princess,” he purrs softly. I tremble, stretching back out across the bed, and when I feel it dip with his weight as he moves onto it with me, I tremble. I wonder how he’ll take me. I wonder if he’ll be slow and gentle, or hard and rough.
…I wonder which I want, because they both sound good.
His lips on the back of my heel has me gasping, and when I feel his kisses begin to tease up the back of my leg, I sigh with pleasure. He kisses up the back of one calf, lingering at the back of my knee and teasing my skin with his tongue before he moves to the other leg. His mouth traces the same route up this side, again, lingering at my knee. Only this time, he starts to move higher, kissing up the back of my thigh.
I whimper, squeezing my legs together and feeling the heat bloom between them as Malcolm’s wicked mouth kisses, nips, and licks his way higher. He nuzzles my ass, kissing the soft globes one at a time, moving between them, before his hands push my legs apart. I whimper, and when he moves low between them, I gasp as I feel his hot breath against my bare pussy.
“So nice and wet,” he growls lowly, making me tremble. “Such an eager little princess, so ready for my cock.”
“Yes,” I whimper, arching my back, pushing my ass back towards him in this shameless, wanton act of wanting him to touch me.
Malcolm chuckles deeply, the sound rumbling through me as his fingers stroke my skin.
“So eager,” he growls. “So ready for me.”
He moves in, and when his tongue drags wetly over my cunt, I gasp sharply, moaning into the bed. He growls into me, pushing his tongue deep between my lips, tonguing at my core as I moan wildly. My hands grip the bedsheets tightly, twisting them as I whimper under his ministrations.
Malcolm groans into me, his tongue pushing low to swirl over my aching clit, making me cry out as I push back against him. He teases back, dragging his tongue back through my lips, over my entrance and back further, until his wicked tongue teases right over my ass.
I gasp sharply, heat blushing through my face at the forbidden pleasure as it burns through me. I know this is so wrong, and filthy, and wicked. But I can’t deny him. I don’t want to deny him.
I want to give him everything.
Malcolm’s tongue drags wetly back to my pussy, teasing in and out of me before he sucks my swollen clit between his lips. I cry out, trembling under him as his tongue begins to swirl, teasing around and around my center of pleasure. I see stars, my whole body twisting and writhing under him as he drags the pleasure from me. He tongues me harder, and faster, and my breath becomes harsher and more stuttered, until suddenly, it’s like all goes white, and I come.
Hard.
I cry out into the dark, moonlit room, clenching the sheets tight and thrusting my ass back against him as he licks the climax from my body, leaving me trembling and panting and aching for more.
Malcolm’s mouth trials kisses down over my ass and the back of my thigh, making me whimper before he gently rolls me onto my back. His eyes blaze into mine, and when he begins to stalk over me, moving between my legs, my heart begins to thunder.
Yes.
This is it, and I’m so ready for it. This is where my husband takes me and makes me his. And as Malcolm moves his hard, chiseled body between my willing thighs, I moan eagerly wrapping my legs around is grooved waist. He leans down over me, kissing me softly, making me pant for him. I can feel the hot, swollen crown of his co
ck drag over my thigh, and then tease across my lips, and I whimper in pleasure.
“I’m going to take you now, princess,” he growls roughly. “I’m going to claim this little cunt as my own and fill you with my cock.”
I love that he doesn’t ask. He doesn’t inquire if I’m ready, or anything. He just tells me, and there’s something so sensually erotic and masculine about it that sends the fire roaring in me.
“I’m all yours,” I gasp, reaching up to cup his face as he hovers above me. His arms bulge as he props himself up, his hands planted on either side of me on the bed and his rock-hard body rippling. He leans lower, and when his lips touch mine, they suddenly sear to me, crushing against mine as he kisses me fiercely. I whimper, my legs tightening around his hips, and when I feel his thick head push against my lips, I bite my lip as the pleasure teases through me.
Malcolm pushes, and when his swollen cock begins to slip between my lips and sink inside, I gasp. Pleasure ripples through me, and I moan as he begins to push inside.
“This will only hurt for a moment, sweetness,” he growls into my ear. And suddenly, he rocks his hips forward, and sinks his cock inside.
I cry out, but it’s only in pleasure. Only sweet, hot, burning scorching pleasure as I feel him push through my maidenhead and claim me. He kisses me hungrily and eagerly, growling into my mouth as he pushes his thickness into me, slowly stretching me open.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
And he doesn’t. He just keeps pushing, driving more and more of his huge cock into me, stretching my little cunt wide as I cry out for more. He grunts, muscles rippling against me as his hips roll and his fat cock drives into me. And he just keeps going, giving me inch after inch as the pleasure erupts through me, until finally, he’s got all of him in me.
“And now, princess,” he groans, kissing my lips. “Now you’re mine.”
He pulls back, and when he drives back in to the hilt, I cry out, my legs tightening on him as pleasure erupts through me. Malcolm groans into my mouth, kissing me fiercely as he begins to saw his gorgeous cock in and out of my tight, dripping wet pussy. We undulate together, bodies grinding into each other and skin rubbing together as he pumps in and out. His muscled hips crash into mine, making me moan even louder as I cling to him, bucking against him. White light and heat spreads through me, sending me higher and higher as I gasp for air.
And it’s perfection.
His swollen shaft rubs my clit with every thrust, and as he buries himself again and again so deep inside of me, I know I’m going to explode. Malcolm does too, I can tell—even if I’m incapable of talking, or really making anything even resembling a word. All I can do is moan, and whimper, and rock against him as I feel myself start to fall.
“Come for my cock, little princess,” he growls into my ear, thrusting into me, driving his thickness in and out over and over again until I’m clawing at the edges of my sanity.
“Malcolm!” I cry out as I start to fall.
…And he’s right there to push me over.
“Come, little sweetness,” he growls. “Let me feel my bride’s sweet little cunt come for my cock for the first time. Let me feel you give yourself to me. Come for me, Ailith.”
He thrusts deep, grinding into me, and suddenly, it’s like I explode.
I cry out, screaming my climax to the ceiling and clawing at his back as I shatter over and over again, coming so hard as I moan his name. And through it all, Malcolm just keeps thrusting, driving in and out of me as I come again and again for him. Until finally, he slows, letting me breathe as I melt against him, clinging to him like I might float away.
“It…” I gasp, panting into his shoulder. “Isn’t it supposed to hurt the first time?”
He smiles down into my eyes, leaning in to kiss me. “I don’t want anything to ever hurt with you.”
Our lips sear together, tongue dancing and bodies writhing as he kisses me fiercely. And even though I’ve just come so damn hard, it’s like I just want more of him. And that’s when I realize he’s till rock hard, and I giggle, blushing.
“Malcolm, did you not…”
I blush, biting my lip.
“Come?” He grins. “No, princess.”
I frown, but he growls lowly as he leans in and nips at my ear. “Not yet, because I’m not even close to being done with you.”
His hands grab my hips, and suddenly, I’m gasping in surprise as he rolls us over. I whimper, his thick cock still buried between my legs, only now, I’m perched on top of him, my thighs spread around his muscled hips. His hands slide to my ass, grabbing it possessively as he sits up, kissing me softly. My breasts press to his chest, nipples dragging over his muscles as I settle onto him. I whimper, feeling him throb so hard and so deep inside me and when I clench my core, tightening around him, Malcolm grunts in pleasure.
His big hands grip me, slowly raising me up, and I cry out as I slide up almost off of his throbbing cock. I moan, feeling just the head of him inside, pulsing so hot against my clit. And then slowly, he pulls me back down, impaling my little pussy with his huge size as I cry out in pleasure.
“Ride me, princess,” he groans. “Ride that big cock and make me come, love. Make me fill that sweet little cunt with my seed. Let me feel you come for me with my cock filling you up and my cum dripping out of you.”
I crush my lips to his, kissing him hungrily as I slowly begin to rise up. Pleasure floods through me, and I whimper eagerly, squeezing his cock with my muscles as I slide up and then drop slowly back down. My eyes roll into my head as pleasure thunders through me. His enormous size fills me to the absolute hilt, making me feel so full and so delightedly claimed that I’m already shivering in pleasure.
We start to move faster, breaths panting together as we kiss, our bodies rubbing against each other’s as I start to bounce on his swollen cock. My breasts sway and rub against his chest, my nipples aching and tingling against his hot skin. His powerful hands grip my ass tightly, bouncing me up and down his length as his lips and tongue and teeth find the softer parts of my neck.
Pleasure thunders through me, something hot burning like a little ball of fire inside of me, threatening to consume me entirely.
“Malcolm!” I gasp, trembling, feeling myself start to fall all over again.
“Me too,” he grunts, nipping at my ear, grunting like a beast as he thrusts up into me. His thickness drives deep, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as we both start to lose all control.
“Come for me, Ailith. Let me feel that perfect little cunt flood my cock with your honey. Give me your release, little princess. Give it all to me.”
I rise up and then thrust right back down, and suddenly, I’m coming.
My mouth slams into his, my kiss hungry and desperate as the whole world shatters around me. I scream into his lips, coming over and over and over again as I just keep bouncing—riding every inch of his cock as the climax thunders through me. Malcolm roars, his fingers dig roughly into my skin, and when he slams his cock to the hilt inside of me, I feel it.
I feel him come.
I cry out, hot splashes of his cum jetting into me, pumping me so full as we just keep thrusting into each other. My lips sear to his, my moans of pleasure drowning in his kiss as we both come crashing together. Until slowly, we just collapse sideways onto the bed.
Our lips crush together, and I kiss him until all I know is his body wrapped in mine, and our hearts beating as one.
Chapter 11
Ailith
It’s dark, and hours later, when I wake. And it takes me a moment to figure out what it is I’m feeling, but when I do, I moan.
It’s Malcolm’s mouth, between my legs.
I gasp, whimpering as I raise my hips against him. He groans into me. His big hands sliding under me to grip my ass and lift me tighter to his lips. His tongue drags up and down my lips, delving deep inside before he slides it up to my aching nub. He wraps his lips around it, swirling his tongue across my clit as I cry out f
or more. His thumb brushes between the globes of my ass, teasing over my forbidden hole as I gasp for more, bucking against his face.
…And them, we hear it: the sound of yelling.
Malcolm pulls away from me with a start, swearing as he grabs a bed-sheet and wraps it around his body.
“Stay here, my love,” he growls, leaning down and kissing me, tugging some blankets over me before he storms for the door to his chambers. He’s barely there when there’s a pounding from the other side. Malcolm yanks the door open as Callum comes striding right in.
Malcolm snarls, like a beast, his hand shooting out and grabbing his friend’s arm as he yanks him back. Callum scowls, before suddenly, I watch his brow go up as his eyes dart towards me hiding under the covers on the bed.
He swears quietly.
“Damn, sorry,” he growls at Malcolm, shaking his head. “It appears I’m not used to you being married. Or having company in your bed. I apologize, Lady Pem—”
“McAuley,” I finish for him, smiling.
He chuckles.
“Of course.”
“Callum.”
Malcolm’s voice is icy.
“Though I love you like a brother, you will take your eyes off of my bride this instant.”
Callum blinks, quickly turning towards his friend.
“Easy, friend,” he growls.
“It’s not like I’m naked,” I add, from the bed. Malcolm turns, glaring.
“It very much is.”
“I am not!”
I slide from the bed with the blankets wrapped around me
“Ailith,” Malcolm growls warningly.
“Malcolm,” I toss right back defiantly before turning to Callum. “What’s going on outside?”
Callum just looks amused, a grin on his face as his eyes dart from me to Malcolm.
“And here I thought it was Cat who was the headstrong one.”
He chuckles before suddenly, he stops himself, his brow furrowing and his face growing red. And you can be sure both Malcolm and I catch it.
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