Page 25 of Rejected By the Shifter King

And came.

Until she passed out.

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WHEN SHE DRIFTED BACKto consciousness, she was still a little dazed and breathless, body still tingling after what felt like another impossibly long orgasm. She felt like she was lost and floating in dream land, and she could only blink in sleepy curiosity as Lysander carefully undressed her.

Lysander.

He was really here.

Her husband,here.

No longer gone.

But here.

A part of her still had a hard time believing it, and she unthinkingly squeezed her eyes shut as if unwilling to wake up to reality. When she felt him scoop her up, she didn't even think twice, her arms quickly going around his neck as he effortlessly carried her to the en-suite.

He smells so good,Estrella thought out of the blue and was thus unable to resist taking another whiff. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of fire, earth, and something else. Something...forbidden.

Hot water was already bubbling invitingly in the tub, and Estrella couldn't help sighing in blissful pleasure as he lowered her into the water. She felt him move back, and when she heard the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed, her eyes flew open.

OH.

This time, she couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop drinking in every lethal, masculine inch of his perfection. How overwhelmingly tall he still felt, and the sheer length of him made her feel deliciously small and womanly. Scars marred his chest and legs, but she found each and every one of them beautiful.Sexywas such a pale and inadequate word to describe him, but that was what he was, and try as she might, she couldn't stop her gaze from moving towards what was betweenhislegs—-

Estrella's audible gulp made her husband crack a smirk as he got inside the tub with her.

My size. Still...worries you?

She tried to answer but was distracted by the way Lysander had placed her between his legs. And then he was gently pulling her close, until her back was pressed fully against his chest, and there was no way - absolutelyno wayfor her to pretend that it wasn't his overly large, overly excited (overly everything actually) cock rubbing against her ass.

There was another audible gulp, and Lysander's smirk was practically audible.

Not funny,she mumbled in her mind.

"You're...right."

She gasped.

"Not funny, but...terribly...sweet." And by the time Lysander finished speaking, water had splashed out of the tub as Estrella twisted around to look at him, wide-eyed in surprise.

"You're talking now," she exclaimed.

His lips pressed together. "Never lost...it. But I'm also...different now." Not wanting to waste more time while he was still struggling to regain his fluency in human speech, he stared at Estrella and showed her how in the two years he spent battling against Ammon, Lysander had been forced to communicate with the beast in ancient ways that had no use for words.

"So now..." His voice was still slightly guttural as he renewed his efforts to speak. "I'm trying to...get used to...speaking. Again. But..."

Estrella saw Lysander's gaze suddenly turn sly.

"You...make...it...easier."

Her eyes widened, and she unconsciously pointed at herself. "Me? How?"

Violet eyes gleamed at her. "The more...you come..."

Her jaw dropped.