Page 43 of Taken By the Soldier

I take him in my mouth, and he groans deep in his throat. He fists my hair as I move my head back and forth over his shaft, taking him as deeply as I can manage. By now, I’ve sucked his cock plenty of times during our marriage, and I know exactly what he likes.

But just as I get into a rhythm, he growls and yanks me to my feet. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he spins me around and forces me back over the bed. He shoves my skirts out of the way and plunges into my pussy.

It’s probably our roughest joining to date. He takes me long and hard, driving impossibly deep, slamming into me with a force that steals my breath. I come twice as his scrotum steadily impacts upon my clit, and when he finally erupts inside me, he digs his fingers into the welts on my ass, and somehow, despite the pain, I find myself coming a third time as he spurts his seed inside me.

He withdraws from my pussy and lifts me in his arms. I think he’s about to carry me to the master bathroom, but he instead sits on the bed and cradles me in his arms. His visage turns serious, but there’s also an affectionate gleam in his blue eyes.

“I know there are still many things left unsaid between us, Judith, especially considering what happened before I left the cabin this morning, but I truly was worried about you today. It made me realize...” He pauses for a second or two. “It made me realize that I care about you. If anything happened to you, it would shatter my heart and I would start another fucking war.”

I smile up at him and trail my fingers over his chest. Then I reach up to cup his face in one hand. “I care about you, too, Luka, very much, and I still feel awful that I didn’t know you had a wife and a child. I held you at a distance at first and didn’t want to know anything about you because I was planning to run away. But once I promised you that I wouldn’t try to escape again, I-I should’ve asked you about your past and made an effort to learn more about you.”

He strokes my hair from my forehead and his eyes gleam with understanding. “You needn’t feel bad about that, princess. I didn’t offer you any information about my past either—I intentionally kept myself closed off from you. But I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to share my life with you.”

Tears sting in my eyes and my throat burns. I draw in a steadying breath. “And I want to share my life with you.”

He reaches underneath me to stroke my sore bottom, then he leans down to kiss my forehead, and I melt a thousand times over, content in the arms of my fierce Zasforran soldier.

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