Chapter 82
Marian shifted underneath Reyland, her eyes opening as sweat poured off her forehead.
She held Reyland’s glassy gaze as he struggled to stay still, even though he wanted nothing more than to move his hips.
Struggling as he kept his weight off Marian, not resting his torso or lower half on her.
“Rey – land, you can rest on me…I won't break. I can carry you, remember?” she rasped, coaxing him, letting him know she could take much more than he was giving.
Reyland inhaled. His eyes searched her face as she nodded slowly at him while her waist moved below him, adjusting his length inside her.
As he lowered his hips, Marian groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
He stopped and raised up again.
Reyland groaned as his left arm gave way, adjusting from a palm resting position to resting on his forearm.
From his sound, Marian’s inner walls squeezed, and he gasped.
His eyes snapped to hers, and he saw the same look he had seen in the shower, but this time, he did not back away.
She was ready for him, her eyes watched him like a predator’s.
His princess was calling him to work.
He answered her summons.
Reyland had never had sex before, but instinct was all he required.
Instinct and his partner’s responses.
He moved, slowly at first, letting her juices help him move in and out at a slow pace.
Marina’s lips parted as she took in more air, keeping her breath steady, her dark eyes never releasing him.
He shifted, moving his weight more to his right, lifting off his weakened left arm and bracing against her prone body with his knee on the blanket.
He knew what would happen, but at this point, there was nothing left to hesitate about.
He pushed into her, and she arched up, pulling him down, her hands on his waist, using his body as an anchor.
He moved his right arm, placing his right palm above her left shoulder, using himself as a flesh barrier. His arm was the furthest she would move, his knee was the furthest he would move.
In that position, he moved his hips forward and back as Marian moaned and grinded against his groin. Lifting herself up to meet him fully.
As she roiled, he pumped.
Without so much as a word or a glance, they switched their movements. He rolled his waist, and she pushed and pulled.
They both gasped and moaned, bringing each other to the brink.
Marian wanted to slow down, to make it last longer, but Reyland could not hold himself any longer.
As she pulled instead of pushed, his hands grabbed her hips, pressed her to the floor, and he pumped her until she cried out, spilling herself all over him as he poured himself inside her.
“Ah!” she breathed, shaking her head, pulling her hair with her right hand as she shivered and shook. Reyland panted, collapsing on her lithe form, his head next to hers, face down on the blanket.
“Ah! Ha! Aa!” she gasped, as the spasms ran through her body.
Reyland was still inside her, and she had plans for him that needed doing before he went soft.
Reyland shifted, about to roll off her, when he felt her tighten.
He raised himself tiredly, his left knee pulsing.
He stared at her face and knew he would have more sacrifices to make.
But Marian was not that type of partner. She already knew he was fragile. She could smell the blood from his leg, she knew he was injured.
That he had pushed himself for her made her even hotter for him.
That he had done so many things for her sake made her body crave him even more.
She flipped him on his back.
Reyland blinked up at her, wide-eyed as she pushed herself down, taking in his whole length, her hazy eyes on him.
“My turn,” she whispered, and Reyland would have passed out if he had no pride.
However, regardless of everything and anything, he was his father’s son.
He braced himself.
He knew what was coming, but he could never have contemplated all of it.
First, Marian sat on him. From that angle, he could see a bulge in her lower belly, and his breath caught.
He made to push her off, but she grabbed his hands and held them against her waist, her eyes, again, directing him.
He swallowed and kept his hands where she placed them, his eyes wide as he stared at her belly.
Then, she began to roll on him, leaning forward, her hard clitoris rubbing his underbelly as his rod hit a spot inside her that made her whole body shiver.
His chin quivered as she used his body in ways he had not known were possible, holding his voice down, keeping his eyes on her as sweat poured off his face and into his eyes.
He got harder, feeling intensely like he would melt inside her hot body.
Marian quivered against his hardness, riding him with more force as he watched her, read her, learned what she liked.
His rod became like a spear inside her, and Marian screamed.
For a split second, Reyland thought about those outside and happily remembered that the ceremony would take place at a completely different section of the pack grounds, almost in the complete opposite direction of the pack hall.
He came again, with her, a deep grunt escaping his throat as his whole body shivered.
His breath caught in his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing his voice. Like he had mentioned to Marian, the night before, he would do everything in his power to preserve her dignity.
Guards were outside, no matter what, he couldn’t let himself be so free.
This time, Marian fell on him, breathing heavily as Reyland’s chest and stomach heaved, moving her whole body like a boat on the sea.
They stayed glued to each other as Reyland pulled out of her, exhaling quietly as he separated from her.
His heart racing as his breathing stabilized.
Marian rested her head on his damp chest, slowly stroking his side as he ran his fingers over her soaked shoulder and back. They both calmed their bodies, their minds light.
There was too much to think about all at once, so instead of talking or trying to use words that would hold no meaning, each one let their mind and heart drift.
Neither knew when, but they fell asleep, Marian on top of Reyland.
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It was a few minutes before Reyland stirred.
He placed a hand gently on Marian’s back, but she did not move.
He shifted her, sliding her off his front and onto his right arm.
Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful.
Her breathing was steady and soft.
Reyland stared at her. A choking sound rose and stuck in his throat.
He wanted to touch her, but was afraid to wake her.
In his life, he had never felt so adrift, so lost.