Page 21 of The Bone King and the Starling
MY WIFE
“ M y lady looks so beautiful in white. It makes the color of your skin look even more vibrant.” I prowl over her body, covered in that scandalous dress. “Some unholy combination of sunlight and starlight.”
She smiles up at me and smooths her hands over the sides of my face. She tucks my hair behind my ears. “I love you, Calai.”
My heart nearly bursts at the seams. I flip up her skirts and kick off my trousers and I waste no time in breaking in the marital bed of our new home. Now that she is well healed, I enter her dripping heat roughly, unable to escape the range of emotions raging through me. Her body yields to my cock, making space for me to take her how I like. It’s incredible. Sensational. Tenderness and violence at the same time.
I hang my head and shake it slowly. “Starling, you have no idea the gift you’ve brought me. I love you, little bird, more than anything.”
Her mouth opens on a silent scream. She licks her lips. She grabs my neck. Her nails dig into my skin and her thighs quiver around my hips. “Gods…Calai…fuck me.”
I grunt out a laugh and rock my hips against hers even harder, the sound of our flesh meeting both salacious and wild. She bounces along the bed, her hair a cascade of curls across our pillows. My hands spread her knees. I look down at her wreathed in white and toss my head back, knowing that the gods are great.
“Who would have thought?” I moan up to the roof of my quarters in the great hall — quarters that will be expanded to accommodate my expanded family. My queen will have anything she wants and everything she desires. My trust. My love. My ear. My kindness. My devotion and protection forever.
“Thought…what…” Starling moans, her voice giving out as I start to grind my pelvis against hers, hoping to strike sensation in the place she likes best. At the same time, my hands move up her chest. I draw the neck of her dress down, exposing her breasts. I bend over and suck hard on her nipples.
“That the bone king would be tamed by a starling,” I moan.
She breathes, “Or that the starling…would protect…her bone king…with her claws…”
We moan together as we each near our first release on this most sacred of nights, our wedding night. I have no doubt that this release will only be the first of many to come this evening. Against her supple mouth I moan, “Yes…who knew my little bird would be such a violent, tender thing…”
“Or that my king of blood and bones would have such a soft heart.”
“For his queen, always. Always.”
Our passion can be heard across Ithanuir as I cradle my queen to my chest, grateful to her for coming back to me, and grateful to have been led to her by the gods.