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A rush of pleasure flooded my core at the mere tone of his demands.

In slow movements, I removed what was left of my dress and back peddled to the bed. Naked, exposed, I turned away from the king.

Valen crowded me from behind and shed his tunic. His bare chest against my spine sent intoxicating trembles up my arms. He snaked his arm around my middle, rubbing his open palm across my smooth skin. A whimper slid from my throat, and I leveraged one knee onto the furs of the bed.

Valen’s hands curled around my waist, popping my ass in the air in a tug. How the man could be forceful and gentle was a beautiful conundrum, and I could not get enough.

His fingertips traced every divot of my spine. “You’re beautiful, Elise Ferus.”

His tongue slicked between my shoulders. I shuddered. There was a delirious need for more the longer he spoke, a need to forget hesitation, any modesty. There was a need to have him inside. Now.

I rocked my hips back, the cleft of my ass rubbing along the stretched length of his shaft under his trousers.

“Why are thesenot gone,” I said with a bit of desperation.

Valen cursed and fumbled with the laces on his trousers, stripping them off his legs, until the hot skin of his length finally touched me. His fingers stroked my slit, the sound of my need coating the tips added to my own desperation for more.

My thighs trembled. “Valen . . .”

His finger curled inside me again. Valen leaned over my back until his lips were beside my ear. “What do you want, my love? Want to come on my fingers, my tongue, or do you want all of me? I plan to give you all tell me which goes first.”

A choked sob burst from my throat when his thumb circled the swollen apex of my core.

“You. I want you.”

“Hmm. I need the particulars. Details, Elise. Speak plainly.”

“You bastard.”

He chuckled. “Play my games,Kvinna, and I swear to you it will be worth it.”

My skin was heated the more his hand tormented my slit. Sometimes a second finger, sometimes his thumb. He was a damn villain, always bringing me to the edge, then retreating before I could spill over.

With my face pressed into the bed, my hips up, I widened my thighs, offering more of myself.

“You. I want you inside me. Now.”

“Excellent choice.” Valen’s mouth kissed down my spine. I moaned into the soft furs. He aligned the tip of his length to my entrance. Little by little, my husband slid inside, stretching me. Filling me.

“Gods, Elise,” he groaned. His arm wrapped around me again, holding my body to his. One palm slid up and pinched my nipple as his hips rocked. “You are bleeding made for me.”

I let out a gasp when he shifted and felt so beautifully deep.

Valen dug his fingernails into my hips, pounding into me. Hells, the angle, the depth, there was nothing like it. With every thrust, Valen tugged on my nipple. He pinched and flicked. Then, slowly worked his hand down my body again until his fingers found my throbbing core.

I cried out, muffled in the furs and mattress. My hips rolled. The wooden posts on the bed slammed against the wall as the king quickened his movements. I was weightless.

“You’ve always been made for me,” Valen grunted through a deep thrust. “From the first night I saw you, I knew you were mine. And this.” His hand gently swatted my dripping slit. “Is mine.”

My body spasmed. “Valen . . . gods,yes!”

Valen drove against me deeper. The bed sounded like it might crack at any moment. My body split into a thousand pieces. A beautiful collision of passion, pleasure, and untamed love.

He pumped his hips once more, and the heat of his release spilled inside. His length twitched, and I felt the slick warmth drip down my inner thighs.

“So good,” he gasped, pressing a kiss between my shoulders again. “So damn good, Elise.”

I collapsed onto my stomach. Valen slumped over the top of me for a few moments before he slid out and propped his head onto his palm. I rolled onto my shoulder and slung a leg over his hips, grinning.