Page 86 of Wedded to the Deviant Duke
“Ramps–!” A pained cry escaped Thalia’s lips as his hands once more pressed against her throat, the spinning black of the room greeting her briefly before releasing into a rush of euphoric oxygen. Whatever he’d done before hardly compared to this; his warmth practically filled her entirely, her hands clawing across his back as she tried to find purchase amidst the spinning euphoria. Her core ached impossibly for more, and she wanted nothing more than to live in the moment in its entirety.
As she let out another moan, his pace increased, and Thalia was certain she wouldn’t last much longer. He leaned in to catch her lips, share whatever air he had as her breath continued to hitch and stutter. “I will devour you wholly, Thalia Harding,” Gabriel snarled, hands cupping her face so he was all she could see. “I shall be the last thing you see before your life comes to an end. Every night, for the rest of your life.”
Her entire body seized, his last thrust sending a flush of heat throughout. Thalia’s hands fought against Gabriel’s restraint, her back arching as her cry surprised even herself.
Everything was suddenly alight, warm and sharply detailed, and she wondered if this was perhaps what paradise was meant to feel like. Sweat pooled between them, salty and harsh against her tongue, and as Gabriel’s head tilted back, everything he was revealed in a glorious instant.
Thalia cried out once more, panting heavily as Gabriel finally removed himself from within. He rolled beside her, both taking a moment to breathe, to return into their bodies, and as they exchanged looks, an unspoken feeling of desire settled across them. Gabriel’s arms enveloped her frame with ease, and she moved to curl against him, head perfectly fitting beneath his chin.
Thalia tried to remember how to piece words together. And even when she did, finding the exact word to describe what she was feeling felt impossible. So, instead, she gently pressed her lips on the underside of Gabriel’s chin, still gasping gently. He returned the gesture in full, holding her tightly, protectively, kissing every sensitive part of her neck as his member continued to stiffen between them.
“You’re still ready to hunt?” Thalia laughed breathlessly. “Gracious, Gabriel; give yourself a moment to digest, yes?”
He lifted his gaze to meet hers, an appropriately wolfish grin crossing his lips. “I warned you, didn’t I? There’d be consequences, interfering with the hunt.”
“I hardly objected,” Thalia teased, giving him a light kiss against his nose. “Though, this little rabbit needs to build stamina. It’s a large task, outrunning a wolf each and every night for the remainder of my days.”
“As if I’d even consider letting you escape,” Gabriel growled softly. “You’re mine, Thalia Harding. To stalk, to hunt, to ravish to my heart’s content.”
Thalia’s smile softened, hand briefly grasping for the hem of the comforter. Gabriel was more than happy to pull it over the pair, hiding them beneath its dim lighting as they simply stared at each other. A tangible warmth built once more between them, and Thalia leaned across to kiss her husband deeply. “Promise?”
Gabriel’s grasp around her tightened, and a predatory gleam caught beneath his eyes as he stared lovingly back at his wife. “Promise.”
The End?