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provocatively against him, until he
awoke.
“You’re still weak—”
“I won’t break. I need you,
Vulcan.”
***
Vulcan heard the raw need in his
wife’s voice and couldn’t have
resisted that call even if he wanted to.
His hands pulled her even tighter
against him before dipping under and
over her body to caress her breasts
through her bed gown. A soft growl
escaped his lips and he moved to a
sitting position, pulling her up with
him. His hands caressed her waist,
where the gown was pooled, and he
lifted it over her head, exposing her
breasts to the chill on the night air.
After discarding the material, Vulcan
cupped her breasts in his hands,
weighing the heavier masses. His
fingertips pulled at her already-
hardened nipples and she cried out
softly, leaning into him.
Vulcan kissed the back of her neck,
and sucked an earlobe into his mouth.
She arched against his hand and
whimpered.
His hands moved from her breasts
and Jaisyn groaned at the loss. They
worked at the ribbon that held her hair
up, and Vulcan succeeded in pulling it
from her hair and throwing it
somewhere among the covers. Her
hair fell against her back in waves,
and he inhaled of her scent while
tracing his hands over the round curve
of her belly.
Using his hands to maneuver her
body, he turned her to face him,
attaching his lips to hers, and hungrily
swirling his tongue around the warm
and sweet confines of her mouth.
When he removed his lips from hers,
Jaisyn leaned her forehead against his
shoulder. Taking one of her legs, he
pulled it over his, and lay back against
the bed, pulling her on top of him.
Jaisyn stared down at Vulcan,
whose hands were on either sides of
her hips, and rolled her body slightly,
sending a delicious friction along her
intimate region.
Gritting his teeth, Vulcan pushed her
up slightly with one hand and lowered
her onto him.
A whimper left her lips at the feel of
him parting her. He stilled instantly,
but she bore down, groaning as she
took his length into her body.
Clenching
her
muscles,
Jaisyn
lowered her palms against his chest,
her eyes bright and filled with desire.
“I love you,” she whispered, the
truth in her eyes as obvious as her
actions.
His grip on her body tightened, and
the words that left his lips came
directly from his heart. “And I you.”
Both of his hands went to her
breasts and she began a slow, sensual
rhythm. It lasted for the span of
minutes before Jaisyn began to
frantically grind against him, moans
and whimpers leaving her lips as she
came closer and closer to her release.
A strangled cry escaped her lips and
she tensed above him, her body
pulsating around him as she dragged
him with her into a powerful ecstasy.
***
Vulcan’s breathing returned to
normal and after several minutes, his
brain could actually string together
words. “Did I hurt you?”
His wife chuckled, and pressed a
soft kiss to his lips. She was still atop
him as they couldn’t muster the
strength to move or be moved. “If you
did, I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
He smiled at her bold words and
caressed her exposed back. “I suspect
you were the reason for the ache
between my legs as I awoke.”
Another little chuckle followed
before she whispered against his ear,
“I ached too.”
“I am ever at your service, my
lady,” he replied, prompting his wife
to laugh. With a long groan, she lifted
from his body, and Vulcan gently
tucked her into his side, holding her as
close as possible without making her
uncomfortable.
“I know, my lord and king.” His
hand slipped between them to the tight
skin at the side of her belly and
stroked it with love and a hefty
amount of awe. He was a husband
and would soon be a father to a child
who would capture his heart as surely
as its mother. With a tired yawn,
Jaisyn burrowed her face into his
chest, her hair tickling his chest. “And
I am always at yours.”
The End
Author’s Commentary
For those who’ve read this story
previously, you’ve probably noticed a
chunk is missing from the end.
Isolde’s story (coming next) will
feature these missing sections, altered
slightly to go along with her
adventures as she attempts to ensnare
her hero.
Thank you for reading. Please
remember to leave a review!
--Violette D.
Author’s Biography
Violette Dubrinsky is the author of the
Dark God, Warrior,
and upcoming
Moonlight
(in which she introduces
you to her werewolves)
sagas. She
enjoys writing romance stories with
stubborn,
at
times,
clashing
characters, who eventually learn the
error of their ways and sometimes
grow to love each other. She is the
youngest of three, and the only girl.
As such, she was spoiled rotten (in
h e r
elaborate
dreams), and always
wished for a playmate closer to her
age. At a young age, she began
creating stories to fill in for the lack of
creativity on the part of her two older
jock brothers. Violette resides in New
York and Boston, and although she
has no pets, is intent on getting a
Malamute or Husky (since it is the
closest she will ever be to a wolf and
she
is
quite
obsessed
with
werewolves) at some point in her life.
She
enjoys
feedback
(please
remember to leave a comment) and
can
be
reached
at
[email protected]. She is
also an active member of Facebook
and Twitter, and those links can be
found
on
her
official
website
violettedubrinsky.com.
