Page 24 of The Time Of Kings (An Afterlife Story #1)

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POWER OF A NAME

KEIRA

D ear god… what did he bench press in this era, horse carriages?!

As for my own husband, I knew from experience that he did a number of things to keep his impressive physique in shape. But then having a personal gym that would rival the Olympics and fighting dojo in our home helped. One I would naturally make any excuse to find him in whenever I knew he was working out. And Gods, what a sight that met me every time… Which also meant that his exercise tended to end with a very different work out.

But then who could blame me when tempted with such a body? I remembered the first time I saw it, my eyes widening along with my body squirming with nerves. Because there was no getting away from how much larger his was than my own.

All those muscles on show were intimidating, to say the least, but in the hottest of ways. Massive broad shoulders curved down to bulging biceps, which connected to muscular forearms. His thick wrists were big enough that I would need both hands to circle them. But then with hands that large, I wasn’t surprised. Draven was big all over. And that was just his arms, a pair that often felt like bands of steel around me. And knowing the power he possessed could have easily crushed a man to death only made it more exhilarating.

As for his bare torso, this showcased not only solid cut pecs that twitched when he moved, but those delicious ridges of a six pack. Abs that I knew back home I would have counted an extra two. As well, I doubted that he had the rigorous exercise regime here that he had in my own time. Although the thought of Draven bench pressing tree trunks was now a sight I couldn’t rid myself of.

That was until he started to unbutton his breeches, tugging open the flap before pushing both layers to the floor, unashamedly freeing his impressively large cock that was clearly ready for action.

And I might have seen it thousands of times before, but that didn’t mean the sight of it passed me by unaffected. Which was why the gasp that came from me was genuine. As was the nervous anticipation building, making the lower part of my body squirm at the sight. Something he didn’t miss, not if the predatory gaze was anything to go by.

He always reminded me of a large jungle cat like this. Especially with the way he stalked me before gripping my ankle and tugging me closer when dipping a knee to the bed. This meant that I went sliding under him as he lowered himself over me.

“These lips… by the Gods, how addictive they are,” he said before lowering his closer. But because I knew it was the right thing to question, I asked,

“Gods, don’t you mean God… Ohhh…” This ended as a moan in his mouth as he kissed the thoughts right from my mind and filled them with sexual delight. One of his hands found its way into my hair, fisting it and using this dominate hold on me to twist my head to the side. This was so he could deepen the kiss.

Naturally, I opened up to him, finding it impossible not to wrap my arms around his back, at the same time hooking a leg up over his perfect arse. The heavy weight of his cock rested against my core and lower belly, lying there like a promise of things to come. His other hand reached down to stroke my thigh, encouraging the way my body remained wrapped around him.

Of course, the way I was also shamelessly rubbing myself against him also told him of my impatience, as he groaned into my neck, telling me,

“Gods, woman, but you test my restraint like no other.”

I decided to do something very much in character with the Keira from my own time, and I gripped a handful of his hair, pulling him back to look at me. He growled at the pull, something I should have been fearful of. Yet I knew Draven would never lay a finger on me in anger, as he would rather lose a limb than do so. Which was why I wasn’t deterred as I gave him my reply when speaking of restraint.

“Fuck restraint, My Lord.” Then I pulled him down for a searing kiss, swallowing his growl of arousal and rubbing the soaked silk of my underwear against him. In fact, the delicious friction was enough to get me off and my orgasm took me by surprise. I buried my head in his neck and came screaming into his flesh, biting him enough to leave marks. However, I thankfully didn’t go all the way and bite through his skin, or that would have looked odd, despite how much he would have liked it.

That being said, I might not have broken the skin, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t enough to tip him over the edge, as he tore my knickers off me. The shuddering spasms of my orgasm still rippled through me when I felt his cock held at the entrance to my core. Then he framed my face and looked down at me.

“Now it’s time to make you mine, my little thief… my queen,” he said before suddenly rearing forward, thrusting up inside me and making me cry out at the blissful intrusion. The size of Draven was something I had gotten used to over time, this was true. Although it wasn’t ever without reaction, as I was still left panting and feeling thoroughly claimed.

His eyes widened in surprise for a single moment, before a purple haze took over. I also knew he had no idea he was letting me see this side of him, as clearly, he couldn’t help it.

Now as for the surprise, I knew my husband well enough to understand that his shock had come from realising that I was no virgin. Of course, back in my own time, it wasn’t so much of a surprise for a twenty-three-year-old to have already had sex before. The difference in our time and the one I was in now was that I was an unmarried woman.

Or so he thought.

“God yes!” I shouted as he started to use his marvellous cock the way the Gods had intended, each pull and drag of his length igniting every nerve. And with the sound of my encouragement, it didn’t take him long to know that I needed barely any time to adjust. Hence why he was soon hammering back into me and making me hold on for dear life as my nails raked across his sun-kissed skin.

“Not God, no… for you will call me by my given name… say it… say it now!” he demanded. So I cupped the back of his neck and after panting through his thrusts, I gained enough breath to whisper,

“Yes, my lord Draven.”

He groaned yet despite it taking effect, he started to shake his head.

“No, my name… my name is…”

I didn’t let him get there as I broke time-traveling rule number one.

I told him something I shouldn’t have known.

“Yes… Dominic.”

At this his eyes blazed a purple fire and my mistake flared to life, as he hadn’t ever given me his name. But now was not the time to address it. As clearly, he didn’t want anything to come between what he considered as claiming me for the first time. And as for me, I found myself not wanting to deny him this monumental moment.

So, I held on as he lifted my legs higher, pushing them up against me so he could get deeper still. My hand was still held at the back of his neck as his dark hair fell forward, and his purple eyes were still able to pierce my soul. Those glowing depths were easy to get lost in as he refused to break contact with my own. And I held them, brave enough this time. Not like my own first time with him, when he had to demand it of me. No, now I was making love to my husband, and I marvelled at the sheer raw beauty of this man. Because he gave me everything in those eyes. A piece of the Demon and the Angel combined. The supernatural side of him that I knew wanted to break out fully. The unrestrained passion that threatened to undo him. And lastly, the new emotions he was experiencing. All the new pleasure he was feeling, like the love that rose with the horizon on this new day. One I could see in his features spoke of a forevermore.

It was heart wrenching as much as it was soul consuming. But right now, I wouldn’t allow the guilt to show. Wouldn’t allow it to creep in and ruin what this was. The merging of two fated souls finding one another. So, I reached up and gave him what he wanted.

“Give me everything, Dominic… make me your world,” I whispered bravely, as I knew he was holding back my orgasm. Because even in this time he knew of the power building. He knew of the stronger release that would hit me if he held it at bay for longer.

“You are my world… always. Now come for me, my Catherine,” he commanded, at the same time letting it crash over me. The back of my head hit the pillow as my neck arched, and my eyes closed as I came screaming his name.

“Draven!”

Because it was my name. It belonged to me. The one I had always called him. I owned it and claimed it as his first name and therefore he would always be Draven to me. It was special to me and that made it special for him. Which meant that no will in the world would have prevented it from spilling from my lips. Not with how the sheer force of our joined pleasure rocked my body to the core. My own release triggered his own, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him throw his head back and shout out to whom he obviously thanked for our union.

“GODS YES! AHH… HH FUCK! Fuck… yes… yes…”

The roar of words ended with him panting for breath. Something that continued after he lowered his head and kissed my jawline, riding out his euphoria into my neck.

It always astounded me how he held himself back from crushing me with his weight. His much larger body covered mine completely, I felt deliciously caged in. As if he reverted back to his most primal instincts after making love to me. Like he was at the ready to fight to the death for fear of someone snatching me away from him.

Draven once confessed that it was his greatest fear after the first time I was taken from him. Nightmares became a new experience for him to navigate through. My death at his hands soon followed it, thanks to what the Oracle had foreseen.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked once he was able to, lifting himself up enough to cup a hand to my cheek. I smiled back at him before nodding.

“Words, sweetest one,” he whispered down over my lips before kissing them. His tongue caressing along the seam and coaxing them to open so he could suck my own tongue in deep. And that was all it took for his cock to twitch inside me, as clearly someone wasn’t done with me.

“I am very well… immensely so,” I told him, making him grin down at me before he admitted what I already knew was coming, because yeah…

I knew my husband well.

“Good, for I am far from finished with you yet…”

“…My Little Vixen.”