“Come, get comfortable.”

  He slides past me onto the bed, reclining back into the sumptuous pillows at the head. I can’t help it, my eyes just drink him in, heat rippling through me as I turn and crawl back after him. I stretch out on my tummy, feet up in the air as I eye him before opening the book in front of me.

  “Shall I read it in French or translate?”

  Hamish smiles wickedly, his eyes dancing over me.

  “You choose. I just want to listen to you read, my love.”

  “But wouldn’t you prefer the translation so you can under—”

  “Qu'est-ce qui te fait croire que je ne parle pas français?”

  My jaw drops.

  What makes you believe I don’t speak French.

  “You—”

  I blush fiercely as he grins at me.

  “We fought alongside the French in Jerusalem.”.

  “You were just waiting to let me walk into that, weren’t you?”

  He chuckles, grinning at me before he leans in, kissing me softly before pulling away and leaning back into the bed.

  God, what dream is this?

  I open the book, I look down, and I start to read, in French. And instantly, barely two sentences in, my jaw drops.

  “This is…”

  “Romantic?” He growls.

  I blush. “It’s slightly more than romantic, Hamish.”

  He chuckles, and I’m willing to bet he knew that long before I opened the book.

  “Keep reading, love,” he murmurs.

  He slides down so that he’s lying next to me on the bed on his side, his hand dropping to the small of my back. I sigh, melting into the bed as I feel his powerful hand rub slow, sensual circles on my lower back, fingers brushing against the top of my ass. My breath catches, and I start to read.

  Romantic? Oh, it’s romantic. But I barely have to read more than the first page before I know what sort of book it is.

  …It’s a dirty book.

  My face flushes as the realization hits me. I’ve heard of books like this—some written on commission for royalty in England or France, and some just written for fun by scandalously filthy-minded monks. I’ve read romances, but this?

  Oh, this is something else.

  The words get dirtier, to the point where I’m stammering my way through very, very graphic scenes. And before, I think this would have been over my threshold. Before, I may have hid my face and gone running from the room. But after him? After giving myself to this gorgeous, dominant and yet tender man who’s made me his wife?

  No, I just feel heat as I read it. Illicit, forbidden heat, like the kind that blooms wetly between my thighs, or sends teasing sparks over my skin until my nipples ache against the bed sheets.

  “Hamish,” I breathe, pausing after a particularly graphic description. “This is…”

  “Erotic,” he growls. I moves, sliding lower down the bed, and when I feel him move behind me, I shiver, gasping quietly.

  “Keep reading, love.”

  I start to continue, and when I feel his fingers teasing up the backs of my thighs, I whimper and stumble over the words, but I keep reading. And the words are filthy. The book is an erotic text about a girl being married off to a much older count, and it barely takes two sentences in before it starts to get scandalously dirty, as it opens with a scene that takes place directly after their wedding.

  But I just keep reading, the fire inside of me blazing as Hamish’s fingers tease between my legs. I spread them for him, shivering at his growl of approval. And when his fingertips brush over the swollen, eager lips of my pussy, I moan quietly.

  He spreads my lips, and the dirty words falter from my mouth as I feel two thick fingers sliding easily inside of me. I gasp as he curls them, stroking them in and out as my whole body undulates under his touch. His lips taste the skin of my back, teasing up to right between my shoulder blades before he kisses his way back down, his fingers never ceasing as they slowly curl in and out of my wetness.

  He kisses over the small of my back and my ass, raising my hips and sliding his hand away before suddenly his mouth is on me again. I cry out, the book falling forgotten to the side as Hamish’s wicked tongue teases up and down my slit, before he pushes it deep. My eyes roll back, and the pleasure ripples from my lips as he tongues my aching clit and plunges his fingers deep into my opening.

  I’m shaking and clawing at the sheets when I feel him pull away. I whine in disappointment before suddenly I feel him move right behind me. His powerful hand slides over my ass, gripping my hip, and when I feel the thick, swollen head of his cock press against my opening, I groan in filthy pleasure.

  Hamish growls as he pushes, slipping the head between my lips and then rocking his hips forward to bury half of his length inside of me. I cry out, arching my back, my hands tight on the sheets as I feel him plunge into me.

  “Gods are you fucking wet,” he hisses, his filthy words driving me wild as I moan and gasp for him.

  “Do you like your book, little queen?” he grunts, pushing another inch or so into me as my breath catches.

  “Yes,” I hiss, nodding eagerly as my eyes squeeze shut.

  “You like your naughty, filthy book? Do you like how wet it makes your little cunt? How it makes you so slick and eager for my big cock to claim you all over again?”

  I moan wildly as Hamish thrusts the rest of the way in, his heavy balls resting against my lips as his swollen cock pulses so deep inside of me. Pleasure rolls through me, my face dropping to the sheets as I pant into them with my ass raised lewdly in the air for him. His hands grip my hips tight, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he starts to draw back. And just as suddenly, he reverses, plunging right back in and making me scream in pleasure.

  And then, he starts to fuck me.

  Ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever even dreamed of explodes through me as Hamish—as my husband—begins to take me, utterly and completely. His powerful thrusts push me into the bed, his rippling abs rubbing against my ass every time he fills me. His fingers dig possessively into my skin, keeping me right where he wants me and making me feel so claimed and so completely dominated that it sets something fierce ablaze inside of me. I’ve never given up this much control. God knows before Hamish, I’d never in a hundred years have ever dreamed of letting a man take control like this.

  But heavens is it good.

  Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known ripples through me like flickering firelight. My body open for him, craving his touch, craving everything about him as he drives that thick, huge cock into me over and over again. My breath pants across the bedsheets, my fingers twisting in it with my hips up in the air and my gorgeous, wild husband taking me hard.

  Even more, from behind like this makes me feel even dirtier, in such a good way. It’s like he’s taking me like a beast would—rutting into me powerfully and without ever slowing or stopping. His hand slides beneath me, and when his fingers begin to roll circles around my aching clit, I can feel my entire body start to tremble.

  “Just like that, my little queen,” he growls into the thick air as the firelight dances over us. “Open wide for me and take my cock. I can feel your little cunt gripping me so tight, like you’re trying to keep me here. Is that it, little love? You want my cock to stay right where it is, filling your little pussy up?”

  His absolutely filthy words send the fire in my blazing out of control, and I cry out as I nod against the bedsheets, my brow caved in pleasure.

  “This is where I belong, my love,” he groans fiercely. “Your pussy was born for my cock, as my cock was born to claim you and you alone.”

  I moan wildly as he drives in deep, his muscled, grooved hips slapping against my ass as his fingers dig into my skin. He growls like an animal just as he takes me like one, and it’s almost more than I can take as I start to tremble and fall apart.

  “I know you want to come for me, my queen,” he purrs darkly into my ear, bending over me and pinning me to the bed with his muscled body as he keeps driving into me.

  “I know you want me to take you just like this—fucking you into our bed until you come so good for me and all over my cock. Don’t hold back, little love. I want to feel you squeeze my thick cock when you come for me. I want to feel your sweet honey dripping all over me, until I’m drenched in you.”

  The world dims at the corners, and I start to fall.

  “Come for me,” Hamish grunts into my ear, his powerful body wrapped around me, claiming me utterly and completely as his thickness plunges in and out of me.

  “Come for me, my little queen.”

  He drives in, his fingers roll over my clit, and when his teeth nakedly rake my shoulder, I let go completely.

  And I explode.

  I scream in pleasure, suddenly spasming under him as something fierce thunders through me. It’s like a fire sweeping across every inch of me as my back arches, my toes curl, and my legs begin to shake. I cry out, wave after wave of release flooding through me as I collapse onto the bed.

  …But Hamish isn’t done with me.

  He just keeps thrusting, pinning me flat to the bed with my legs together and his thickness plunging in and out of me as he growls above me. His strong, powerful hands grip me tightly and possessively as he roars, thrusting deep before I can feel him let go. His big cock swells huge inside of me as he plunges in to the hilt, and then suddenly, I can feel him coming.

  I cry out, our climaxes rippling together as his swollen cock begins to pump rope after rope of hot seed deep inside of me. Hamish is unceasing as he just keeps thrusting, making me squeeze my eyes shut and cry out as he demands another orgasm from me.

  And he just keeps going. His abs tighten against my ass as his still-hard cock keeps thrusting. I can feel him hot cum and mine turning into a sticky mess under us, but I don’t care. I just let go, and feel another release begin to build in me. Hamish’s hands grip me tight, his lips pressed to the back of my neck as he fucks me harder, and deeper, until we’re both rushing right for that edge again.

  This time, we explode at the same time—the two of us gasping as our bodies crash together. I can feel my pussy clenching tight around him as his big cock swells up even bigger before pumping rope after thick rope of his seed deep inside of me.

  …After that, we collapse onto the bed, panting for air.

  I whimper, curling into a ball and trembling as the aftershocks of my pleasure ripple through me. Hamish pulls me against him, my small body curling into his huge, muscled frame as he wraps his arms tight around me. He yanks the heavy blankets up over us, and something in me melts as I snuggle into the heat of his muscled chest.

  Yesterday, I was determined to resist him at every turn. This afternoon, I lost myself in his powerful heat.

  …And now, I never want to not be right here, wrapped in his arms.

  Now, I just feel whole, and I never want that to change.

  “Happy wedding, wife,” he growls quietly into my ear.

  “Happy wedding, husband,” I whisper back.

  Hamish’s hand slides over me, reaching past me and plucking the book from the tangled bedsheets.

  “Keep reading, love,” he groans into my ear. “I was enjoying that.”

  I grin, blushing fiercely. “Oh, were you? I hadn’t notice.”

  There’s a half second pause before suddenly, he’s on me, making me giggle and squeal as he flips me over and pins me to the bed with him on top of me.

  …Between my legs.

  “Or we could read later,” he growls.

  “Yes please,” I whisper, moaning as I feel his still hard cock drag over my swollen pussy.

  “You’re still so…” I blush. “You’re so hard.”

  Hamish’s lips brush mine, and when I start to moan as his thick head begins to slide inside, he kisses me fiercely.

  “With you, Una?” The growl catches in his throat as his eyes blaze into me. “With you, I always will be.”

  My legs spread around him as he slides inside, and when his lips find mine, I kiss him hungrily and fiercely as we melt into the bed.

  Chapter 10

  Hamish

  I wake with her in my arms. She barely stirs as I open my eyes, and when I inhale the scent of her hair against my face and relish in the feel of her warm skin against mine, I know how real this is.

  This will be my every day. Because the angel wrapped naked in my arms who’s captivated my heart and my very soul is mine, forever. This, right here, naked against me, is my queen. My everything. And I know in an instant that I’ll be reminding her of that every single day.

  I nuzzle her neck, my arms tightening slightly around her. Still, she sleeps, only stirring gently against me—murmuring quietly as she slips back into her dreams. Except the subtle stirring has me… awake.

  Awake, and very, very hard.

  Her soft, tight little ass pushes back at me gently, and it’s just enough to get my cock thickening instantly. I growl quietly, feeling myself lengthen against her, and feeling my heavy balls begin to boil with cum. The arm draped over her stirs, moving lower over her soft skin—my fingers memorizing the way down to her hip. I linger there, not wanting to wake her. But I barely last another few seconds before my fierce desire for her overtakes me.

  My fingers push down the crease of her hip until they brush against the silken heat of her cunt.

  She’s wet, and I growl.

  Even in sleep, she’s ready for me—or at least, her heavenly pussy is ready for me, and ready to welcome me in. My fingers brush over her lips, parting them gently and stroking through them as even more of her slick, sticky honey drips down onto my hand.

  I barely contain the groan as my body pushes against her.

  I reposition, letting my thick, pulsing cock push between the seam of her ass down between her thighs. I slip the swollen, fat head over her lips, my fingers keeping her parted as I sink inside of her dripping wet heaven.

  Gods is she tight.

  My hand moves to her hip, holding her still as I start to push my cock into her. I can feel her lips opening for me, sucking me in and clinging to me as I lose myself in her heat. There’s a soft moan from her lips, and slowly, her eyes blink. They startle open before the pleasure melts over her face, and when she turns and sees me, the fire sparks in those eyes.

  “Yesss,” she purrs, reaching back and cupping my jaw as I grunt and drive the rest of my shaft deep in her cunt. Una cries out, her pussy clenching around me as she pushes back, like she wants even more of me in her. My hand tightens on her hip, the one wrapped under her reaching around to cup her small breast and tug on the nipple. My bride whines in pleasure, whimpering as I slide back and then thrust back in.

  Her head twists towards me, and when I lean in and let my lips taste hers, it’s like tasting heaven. We move slowly, but purposeful, my thrusts deep and grinding, my cock so hard it almost hurts as I tame her little cunt. She thrusts back, rocking her hips greedily as her honey leaks over both of us, making a mess of us and the sheets beneath us.

  Good.

  I want every morning from now on to begin with us ruining this bed. I want to wake with her hot little cunt wrapped tight around my cock every morning. And it want it to be the last thing I feel before we sleep.

  I kiss her heatedly, slowly—letting her feel it all as I slowly drive in and out of her. I let it build, the heat slowly creeping over both of us, our bodies writhing together. There are no words, just one shared, panted breath. Fingers rake over skin, sweat slicks our bodies together, and as I fuck her tight little pussy over and over, I know we’re both going to shatter.

  “Hamish…” she moans softly, panting. “I’m… you’re going to make me come for you again.”

  “And you, me,” I growl. “I can feel your pretty little cunt milking the seed from my balls, so fucking greedy for my cum.”

  She gasps, thrusting back at me harder, her pussy rippling up and down my length.

  “Mmm…” I groan, my cock swelling harder as I rut into her. “Is that what you’re after, my little queen? My cum filling that greedy cunt until you’re full of me?”

  Una cries out, crushing her mouth to mine as she starts to tremble.

  “Because if it is, Una,” I grunt, thrusting into her. “Trust me, you’ll get your wish and then some.”

  I grip her tighter, pumping my hips against her harder, making her squeal in pleasure as honey floods my balls.

  “Keep milking that cock, Una, all eager for my cum. Because it’s all yours. I’ll have you bred within the week, my little queen,” I growl.

  She cries out, and I can feel her slick little pussy gripping me so tight as she starts to pant and tremble.

  “Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” she whispers heatedly.

  “My seed deep in your womb?”

  She cries out, nodding eagerly and drowning in the pleasure as she starts to fall.

  “Bear my heir,” I purr into her lips. And when I grind my thickness deep in her quivering, slick little pussy and crush my lips to hers, she shatters for me.

  Una cries out, shuddering hard as the climax ignites through her body. Her little cunt clamps down on me, rippling up and down my length and smashing the last of my control. I roar, pushing as deep in her as I can before I let go. My balls throb, my hot cum pouring into her, spraying against her womb and filling her with my seed. I choke, gripping her tight as I just keep coming, emptying every single drop of cum into her before we half collapse on the bed, panting.

  I kiss her slow and deep, holding myself deep inside her before I pull away and glance down. I pull my cock from her swollen, pink cunt, and I growl animalistically at the sight of my thick white cum dripping lewdly from her freshly fucked pussy.

  “You know what I think?” I groan softly, moving against her as I lean in and kiss her softly.

  “What’s that?” She whispers, twisting in my arms to face me as she wraps a leg around my hip.

  “I think we ought to do that again. Right now.”

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