Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 36: Chapter 36
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Edric met her eyes and nodded. His Witch was sexy as hell, and she tasted divine. He couldn’t wait to get the full experience of her without barriers.
He kicked the door shut behind them, carrying her the entire way to her bed. She weighed next to nothing compared to him. Edric was near three-hundred pounds of rock-hard muscle. Big as a damn house.
Joselyn was perfection in his arms. He could’ve kicked himself for making her think she was fat. She was full and round, soft and firm, everything a woman, his woman, should be. Edric had been a warrior most of his life, but all of that went out of his head when he looked at her. This was why he’d been born. To love her.
Her olive toned skin matched his own, though in truth he was a shade darker. Her long hair curled softly over her shoulders, almost black in color he wanted to bury his nose in her soft tresses and breathe her in. But that was for later.
He had other things to see to first. His heart damn near stopped beating in his chest as he peeled off her shirt. Her breasts were even more perfect than he imagined as he freed them from their flimsy confines.
“You are a vision, Joselyn,” he growled reverently as he gazed at her. Her naked breasts were large and firm, tipped with dusky, dark nipples. Heat sizzled through him.
“Oh, Edric,” she moaned as he gripped her by the backs of her knees and pulled her to him. He pushed her back down on the bed as he suckled her. She tasted of her magic, a spicy flavor that was like ambrosia on his tongue.
Edric removed his own clothing while he kissed and licked his way down her soft belly to the apex of her supple thighs. He was desperate for contact, but he held himself back, allowing only his hands and mouth to touch her body.
He wanted to go slow. He wanted to memorize every curve every freckle, but his Witch would have none of that. Just as his mouth was this close to tasting her sweet woman’s honey, she slipped out from under him and took control.
He growled as his Joselyn knelt on the bed. She was no longer self-conscious of her nudity, no, now she was proud. She beckoned her almost lover forward, and he obeyed. Fuck, he’d crawl over shards of glass to get to her.
As it were, Edric moved across the bed and nuzzled her head with his. He kissed her hard on the lips, but only when she allowed it. She turned her head, and he followed, licking a trail down her long neck to the hollowed space between her clavicle and her breasts. Once again, she stopped him, and he obeyed. He’d do anything she asked. Anything.
He’d never wanted to be vulnerable again. He’d never wanted to feel desire or lust after Theodosia’s betrayal, but this was different. He was no longer interested in controlling his feelings. Not when his Dragon was right there too, in his mind’s eye, urging him onward. His ruby rose itched and burned as he touched the dazzling Witch in front of him.
He felt the rumbling growl of his Dragon, and it reverberated through his body. His Witch must have heard because she smiled and ran her hands over his chest and stomach. The desire to take her, to claim her was strong, but Edric let her set the pace.
She grabbed his face and brought her full lips down on his. Her tongue tangled with his as she dipped her hands lower still until she reached the long, hard length of him. He hissed and sucked in air through clenched teeth as she gently traced and cupped him.
“Joselyn, if you’ve a mind to stop, you best do so now. In another second the matter will be beyond us both,” he growled as she held him firmly in her grip. She laughed then squeezed and pumped.
“I don’t want to stop, Edric.”
She looked up at him with eyes that changed from green to gold, to purple, to a deep, deep red. Lust glazed and beautiful, Edric allowed her to push him down on the bed so that his legs were splayed, but his torso remained upright.
She stood on the mattress and then over him. He ran his hands up her and down her calves while he used his lips, tongue, and teeth on the soft skin of her inner thighs. Finally, she allowed his long tongue to sink into her sweet, hot womanhood. Edric growled as he feasted on her sweet honey. He explored her with his mouth until he found the tiny little nub of flesh that controlled her pleasure. He closed his mouth over her and sucked.
Joselyn cried out just as her knees went weak, but he held her firm. She was ripe and deliciously decadent. He growled softly as he lapped at her. She pulled on his hair as pleasure found her. When their eyes met, she smiled and stood tall, exhaling and stretching like a cat. Edric thought he’d burst right there just from the taste of her on his lips, then she grabbed his face, locked lips with him, and sank down.
They cried out in unison as she slammed her supple body onto his thick, swollen cock. She was hot, and wet, and oh, so ready for him. Edric dug his fingers into her hips as she rode him. He met her thrust for thrust, delving deeper each time. Pleasure shot through his every nerve cell as her body sheathed him.
Edric growled as he filled her. Each thrust, each moan, brought him closer to completion. Finally, he felt himself touch heaven as white-hot pleasure coursed through his body,
Es meus.
He kicked the door shut behind them, carrying her the entire way to her bed. She weighed next to nothing compared to him. Edric was near three-hundred pounds of rock-hard muscle. Big as a damn house.
Joselyn was perfection in his arms. He could’ve kicked himself for making her think she was fat. She was full and round, soft and firm, everything a woman, his woman, should be. Edric had been a warrior most of his life, but all of that went out of his head when he looked at her. This was why he’d been born. To love her.
Her olive toned skin matched his own, though in truth he was a shade darker. Her long hair curled softly over her shoulders, almost black in color he wanted to bury his nose in her soft tresses and breathe her in. But that was for later.
He had other things to see to first. His heart damn near stopped beating in his chest as he peeled off her shirt. Her breasts were even more perfect than he imagined as he freed them from their flimsy confines.
“You are a vision, Joselyn,” he growled reverently as he gazed at her. Her naked breasts were large and firm, tipped with dusky, dark nipples. Heat sizzled through him.
“Oh, Edric,” she moaned as he gripped her by the backs of her knees and pulled her to him. He pushed her back down on the bed as he suckled her. She tasted of her magic, a spicy flavor that was like ambrosia on his tongue.
Edric removed his own clothing while he kissed and licked his way down her soft belly to the apex of her supple thighs. He was desperate for contact, but he held himself back, allowing only his hands and mouth to touch her body.
He wanted to go slow. He wanted to memorize every curve every freckle, but his Witch would have none of that. Just as his mouth was this close to tasting her sweet woman’s honey, she slipped out from under him and took control.
He growled as his Joselyn knelt on the bed. She was no longer self-conscious of her nudity, no, now she was proud. She beckoned her almost lover forward, and he obeyed. Fuck, he’d crawl over shards of glass to get to her.
As it were, Edric moved across the bed and nuzzled her head with his. He kissed her hard on the lips, but only when she allowed it. She turned her head, and he followed, licking a trail down her long neck to the hollowed space between her clavicle and her breasts. Once again, she stopped him, and he obeyed. He’d do anything she asked. Anything.
He’d never wanted to be vulnerable again. He’d never wanted to feel desire or lust after Theodosia’s betrayal, but this was different. He was no longer interested in controlling his feelings. Not when his Dragon was right there too, in his mind’s eye, urging him onward. His ruby rose itched and burned as he touched the dazzling Witch in front of him.
He felt the rumbling growl of his Dragon, and it reverberated through his body. His Witch must have heard because she smiled and ran her hands over his chest and stomach. The desire to take her, to claim her was strong, but Edric let her set the pace.
She grabbed his face and brought her full lips down on his. Her tongue tangled with his as she dipped her hands lower still until she reached the long, hard length of him. He hissed and sucked in air through clenched teeth as she gently traced and cupped him.
“Joselyn, if you’ve a mind to stop, you best do so now. In another second the matter will be beyond us both,” he growled as she held him firmly in her grip. She laughed then squeezed and pumped.
“I don’t want to stop, Edric.”
She looked up at him with eyes that changed from green to gold, to purple, to a deep, deep red. Lust glazed and beautiful, Edric allowed her to push him down on the bed so that his legs were splayed, but his torso remained upright.
She stood on the mattress and then over him. He ran his hands up her and down her calves while he used his lips, tongue, and teeth on the soft skin of her inner thighs. Finally, she allowed his long tongue to sink into her sweet, hot womanhood. Edric growled as he feasted on her sweet honey. He explored her with his mouth until he found the tiny little nub of flesh that controlled her pleasure. He closed his mouth over her and sucked.
Joselyn cried out just as her knees went weak, but he held her firm. She was ripe and deliciously decadent. He growled softly as he lapped at her. She pulled on his hair as pleasure found her. When their eyes met, she smiled and stood tall, exhaling and stretching like a cat. Edric thought he’d burst right there just from the taste of her on his lips, then she grabbed his face, locked lips with him, and sank down.
They cried out in unison as she slammed her supple body onto his thick, swollen cock. She was hot, and wet, and oh, so ready for him. Edric dug his fingers into her hips as she rode him. He met her thrust for thrust, delving deeper each time. Pleasure shot through his every nerve cell as her body sheathed him.
Edric growled as he filled her. Each thrust, each moan, brought him closer to completion. Finally, he felt himself touch heaven as white-hot pleasure coursed through his body,
Es meus.
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