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him, even as she drenched his cock. He didn’t want to think of her with his nemesis, Odin, and that he’d driven her to Valhalla and the arrogant god’s bed. But he wondered how long it had been since she’d taken a lover.
    “Luke, please.” She moaned beneath him, begging him to fully claim her.
    He shut his eyes tight, forcing air into his burning lungs. He didn’t want to hurt her, but when the muscles of her passage clenched around him, her cunt dripping with juice, coating his cock, he lost it.
    “Lilith,” he whispered against her lips, struggling to maintain a firm grip on his control.
    She was impatient, her hips surging off the bed. He called her name again, a desperate plea, as he tried to pin her down, but when she let out a long moan, her body shifting beneath him, he shattered. He drove into her on one smooth thrust, filling her tight cunt with his hardened shaft.
    She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain that seared his ears.
    “Damnation, Lilith,” he cursed, his body seemingly possessed as he thrust into her welcoming heat, powerless to stop his driving need to claim her.
    “Fuck me, Luke. Please.” He knew he’d caused her pain, knew she would be sore in the morning, but she lifted her hips, throwing her pussy at him, until he was forced to give her what she wanted, what she demanded.
    He moved harder, faster, burying his cock balls deep into her wet heat. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his harsh groans as he fucked her with wild abandon, the muscles in his ass clenching with each pounding stroke.
    She clung to him, her full breasts bobbing beneath him, her berry-ripe nipples brushing against his chest, driving him wild. He cupped one mound with his hand, massaging the soft globe, rotating the tight bud between his fingers until she gasped softly. He ached to take that sweet nipple inside his mouth and suck on her until he had her writhing beneath him, crying out his name, but he would have to pull out of her, and in that moment, neither of their bodies would have allowed that. So he settled for palming her breast, as he anchored himself higher, pushing her thighs further apart to slam his cock harder and deeper inside her.
    Sweat poured from their bodies, their naked limbs twisting together in a slippery mess. It was perfect—the way they came together, their bodies open and honest, conveying what their lips would not.
    The headboard of the bed scraped against the stone walls, the sound echoing throughout the room, and he was sure throughout the entire castle. Whoever walked by his chambers would know what he was doing to his wife, what they were doing to each other, but he didn’t care. He actually relished the notion, with a small measure of male pride. He knew no matter how many gods or demons she took inside her body, how many she fucked, they would never do what he did to her, never love her from head to toe the way only he could—and he wanted everyone to know that, wanted them to hear it.
    He rotated his hips, rocking against the walls of her cunt, taking her even higher. She raked her nails down his back, screaming his name louder. He strained to hold off his orgasm, his body quivering as he reined in his desire, waiting for her own pleasure to peak.
    It didn’t take long. He thrust inside her, battering the walls of her pussy, grinding against her mound. With each push into her sheath, he stroked her clit, the dual sensations driving her over the edge.
    She came on a long, splintering cry, calling his name over and over. She trembled beneath him, the muscles of her pussy clamping down around him, nearly strangling his cock, and he exploded inside her on a harsh grunt, his seed shooting deep into the hot tunnel of her pulsing cunt.
    He collapsed against her, violent tremors rocking his entire frame as he struggled to drag in a full breath of air. Mindful of his heavy weight, he rolled off of her, pulling her atop him. She lay draped over his body, her hair fanning out