Page 46 of Daman

“You’re so quiet,” I said, riding him faster. “I wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”

Warrin stared up at me, gaze hard and nostrils flaring. And then his eyes briefly shut, and he emitted a soft groan, his large body shuddering beneath me.

“That’s it.” I splayed both hands on his chest, loving the feel of his chiseled pecs beneath my palms. “Let go.”

The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together as I bounced on his dick. I wanted to make him come so hard he’d see stars.

I’m the only one who’s ever done this with him. The only one who’s ever felt his cock deep inside them.

Envy purred inside my chest. There was no ex-lover for me to be jealous of or have to worry he was comparing me to. I’d had those thoughts with every man I banged, making it difficult to fully enjoy the sex. But not with Warrin. It was exhilarating.

“Daman.” Warrin squeezed my ass cheeks and thrust up into me. “I… I—” His words broke off into a deep groan as his stomach muscles tensed.

“Shit,” I said as he filled my ass with his cum. I fucked him faster, milking him for every last drop his balls had to give. I stroked my cock as my own orgasm began to creep up on me.

Warrin’s eyes rolled back as his hips jerked, and he pounded up into me quicker, his orgasm drawing on and on. His blissed-out expression threw me over the edge. Because I was the one who’d made him moan like that, the one who’d fucked him so good it left him breathless.

Ribbons of cum splashed his stomach as I came. As my ass clamped down around him, he peered up at me through his long lashes, his kiss-swollen lips parting as another groan passed through them. I leaned down and claimed those lips, moaning against them as the last of my orgasm trundled through me.

Afterward, I rolled off him and lay on my back, breathing hard. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so exhausted after sex. Or as sated. Sweat dampened my hair, and my muscles ached. The ring on my right hand caught my eye. The weight of it didn’t feel as weird anymore.

“Well, we’ve officially consummated the marriage.”

A relaxed smile touched his lips. “I suppose we have.”

“And you’re not a virgin anymore.”

He shifted to his side and faced me, his hand trailing down my arm. “I’m glad I waited for you.”

The area right above my stomach tightened. My pull toward Warrin had become stronger as the day progressed. Certain things about him, like his bashful smiles one moment and quiet intensity the next, gave me butterflies.

“I’m glad too,” I said, my heart rising into my throat.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

Warrin’s gaze lowered as his fingertips drew circles on my belly. “Do you see our marriage as real? Or is it purely for the alliance and you’ll return to Echo Bay once you don’t need me anymore?”

The rawness in his voice cut right through me. Shame consumed me then. Because I’d had that same thought before, to stay with Warrin through the war and then divorce him once we no longer needed his army. But lying beside him in the bed we’d just fucked in and seeing the vulnerability in his blue eyes, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Honestly? I don’t know.” I fidgeted with my ring, slowly twisting it on my finger. “We barely know each other. Echo Bay is my home. Russia… this kingdom… is still new to me.”

“Oh.” Warrin withdrew his hand and turned to his back. “I see.”

“Hey.” I rolled toward him. “I’m not saying I don’t want to try. Friendship, trust, romance… those things don’t happen overnight.”

“But you’re willing to try?”

I had been shitty to a lot of people in my life. My bitter attitude made me miserable to be around, and I often said hurtful things. But I didn’t want to hurt Warrin. The thought alone made my gut knot up.

“Yeah.” I rested my head on his muscled bicep. “I do.”

A soft pop came from the fireplace as the log burned. Branches creaked outside the window as the wind blew, and I snuggled into him. He draped his arm over me and closed his eyes.

“Can I askyoua question?”

He cracked open an eyelid, then the other. He was a picture of pure exhaustion. “Yes.”