Page 28 of War Mage (The War Brides of Adrik #4)

Adara

One Month Later

“T ake me, hellion,” Urim growls behind me as he surges into me, building my climax to its peak. “Show me how well you can take me!”

I moan at his words, the pleasurable pressure coiling in my center as I get ready to come. I’m pressed against the wall of our cabin, bracing myself on the wood. The ship underneath us rocks and sways, adding to our rhythm as we collide together.

“Can I come, commander?” I breathe out, as I feel my pinnacle approaching rapidly. “Please?”

“I love it when you beg so prettily,” my mate rasps, increasing the pace of his thrusts. “You can come . . . now!”

I cry out as he perfectly times his words to my release, my channel bearing down on his hardened length, but he keeps driving into me, the vibrations of his sibilance rolling over my skin and extending my orgasm. Another climax rips across my senses and I cry out, but he keeps going. He grabs me with his strong arms and lifts me so that my back is braced against his front, thrusting up into my ready pussy. I moan as the new angle hits a new place inside me and soon a third orgasm grips me. Only when it is almost too much, does Urim let himself go, coming inside me, going rigid behind me as he spills within me.

Carefully, my mate lowers me onto our bunk, the whole thing rocking under our weight. His fingers carefully trace over my skin, soothing me down from my overwhelming sensation, kissing my forehead as he comforts me.

I draw in a deep breath, letting my exhale shudder out of me. After sailing for a month, one would think that I would be tired of making love to Urim, but the opposite is true. We have fallen into each other with a ravenous hunger, getting to know each other’s bodies as well as we know our own, getting more adventurous and extreme with our pleasure play. But my favorite part is right after we are done, when Urim cares for me in the aftermath of our rapture. With soft touches and achingly gentle care, cleaning and caring for me. It makes me feel safe and protected and loved.

As we lay together, cuddling in the aftermath, Urim murmuring loving, praising words, I hear a shout from the deck.

“Land, ho!”

Eagerly, I squirm out of Urim’s arms, going to grab my clothing.

Urim props himself up on an elbow, a sardonic brow on his face. “I wasn’t done with you, hellion.”

“You can have me again later,” I retort cheekily. “I want to see the land!”

Good-naturedly, my mate gets out of our bunk, grabbing his warkilt off the ground, and getting dressed with me. When we are both decent, I rush out of our cabin and onto the main deck. The sun is setting, backlighting the shore as I look across the waters at our destination.

Briacor. My homeland. The land of my parents. I don’t know what I’ll find here, whether I have family to meet or what awaits me, but I can’t help but feel excited to be here. To discover my roots. To honor my parents.

Urim comes behind me, wrapping his arms around me, and resting his head on mine.

“Excited to be home?” he asks.

I turn in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“ You are my home,” I tell him, the truth of my words echoing in my heart. “Anything else is just extra.”

Urim’s lips quirk in a small smile, but I know that he feels the same, our bond reverberating with love.

“You are my home as well, Adara,” he says. “I need no other.”

Then he’s kissing me and I know I am where I belong.

THE END