Nalya
Two Years Later
Rhaegar pushed me against the wall as his lips descended on my neck. My hands went to his hair, touching it.
"I love you," he chanted,
"I love you,"
He carried me in his arms and placed me on the bed gently, I spread my legs for him, and he tore my lingerie, leaving me completely bare to his eyes. His gaze is dark with lust, and my fingers trail his torso, my folds dripping as he bends to kiss me again. I locked my legs around his waist and pressed him closer to me.
"Ah fuck," he moaned as he entered me. I grabbed his shoulder and kissed him again. The pleasure was overwhelming me, and I closed my eyes, focusing on it. My body was shuddering as he pumped into me. His guttural sounds made me needier. I screamed his name as his thrust in me got savage, I could feel his wolf close,
"Yes,"
The pleasure was getting too much for me, and soon, I reached my pinnacle, but he didn't relent in his movement, fucking me harder and faster.