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She tried to wait up for him, she really did. But she was merely 20 years old and lacked the stamina the Darkling had built up in all his years of existence. Yet another long day had simply gotten the best of her.
They had missed each other lately, days filled with meetings and training and more meetings. Their eyes would meet from across the room, full of wanting and promise, but when they finally had a moment to themselves they were exhausted.
Alina was growing impatient, though.
The double doors to the Darkling’s chambers opened silently and Aleksander found his sweet wife sprawled out across his bed on her stomach. She lifted her head, clearly struggling to keep her eyes open. “Sasha,” she called out.
“Hello little one.” He kept his voice low as he crossed the room silently to tower over her form. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
She blinked up at him. “I was waiting for you. I wanna fuck,” she said bluntly.
He raised a brow. “Oh? And how do you plan on doing that when you’re halfway to dreamland?”
She flipped over onto her side and hiked up her thin nightgown to reveal creamy legs and the fact that she wore no panties. “I want it, promise. ‘M just tired. You can do it.” She giggled to herself, “No more work for me.”
“Alina did you play with yourself before I got here?” The spot between her legs caught the light just so and glinted teasingly, clearly already wet.
“Yes. I was thinking about you,” she muttered as her eyes fluttered open then closed again.
“Did you finish?”
Her brow furrowed as she struggled to remember in her sleepy daze. “A little bit.” While by no means like the all-consuming orgasms her husband so lovingly gave to her every chance he got, the pleasure that rolled through her was powerful enough to wear her out.
“Then that’s enough for now.” It wasn’t like he would just leave her all wound up. No, there was a time and place for that on other occasions. Tonight, he was feeling generous and benevolent. And his better half was barely even awake to witness it. What a pity.
“No,” she whined, “I’m telling you to fuck me. Please?”
As tempting as she was, The Darkling wanted her screaming his name and clawing at his back and biting his neck and begging for more. “We will continue this in the morning, I promise.” He covered her with a warm blanket and watched her snuggle in. She was so cute.
“But Aleksander,” she mumbled.
He sighed fondly. “Yes, darling?” Perhaps she wanted a glass of water.
“Please use me,” was the last thing she said before she knocked out like a light.
Horny little thing , he thought to himself as he removed his clothing and got ready for bed. He climbed into bed next to his wife and cuddled her close without thinking twice.
He cursed his body for betraying him so.
He tried going to sleep, he really did. But Alina’s curves fit against him just so and he could smell how wet she was. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, he was sure of it. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.
No one dared speak up about how General Kirigan often arrived late to just about anything since a certain sun summoner walked into his life. He loved morning sex with his wife because she would always be extra soft and pliant, all his to ravish in the quiet light. This would be..similar, he imagined. Perhaps more dirty given the fact that she—
He looked down at her sweet, angelic face.
—was totally asleep.
Burying his face in her shoulder, he scraped his teeth against her skin and huffed. This was all her fault, he thought as he allowed his growing erection to rub up against her ass. Her fault for being so wanton in her desire and making him want her so badly.
He rutted his hips against her backside. Maybe if he just did this for a while he could take the edge off. He would switch to his hand soon, he told himself.
But soon never came and his cock craved the warm embrace of his wife’s pussy.
A traitorous hand found the hem of Alina’s flimsy nightgown and pulled it up over her hip. Maybe rubbing himself against her slit would suffice, he thought. But then the swollen head of his penis snagged against her entrance and it nearly felt like her pussy was trying to suck him in. He sighed and kissed her shoulder. “Forgive me.”
Perhaps this would ensure that she had no nightmares tonight, he reasoned.
He slipped into her all too easily. He groaned and paused before giving an experimental roll of his hips. She was so wet. Her smooth walls hugged him perfectly and he just had to move.
He clutched at her breasts, holding her impossibly close as he chased his own pleasure. He panted wetly into her ear. Would she wake up?
Eventually, she did stir in his arms and he paused, pulling out halfway. “Aleksander,” she whispered softly, arching her back to drive her hips closer to his.
“Alina, my sweet, darling girl,” he kissed her ear as he let words of worship tumble from his mouth. He kept thrusting, too.
“Is this a dream?” she mumbled. She registered that she was wrapped up in her husband’s embrace and she felt warm and good all over.
“No, this is just your life, milaya ,” he whispered with a smile. Despite using her like a cock sleeve, he didn’t want to disturb her.
“Mm, that’s good,” she slurred as she settled back into the bed. “Keep going.” And then she was asleep again.
With her encouragement, he gave a particularly hard and deep thrust. She was, in every sense, his dream girl.
But then a flash of anger shot through him over the fact that the sex was this good and she just continued sleeping through it. He had fucked her into oblivion, rendered her boneless before but he had never done this. Experiencing this for the first time felt strangely lonely without her fully able to soak it up with him.
But he couldn’t complain too much because he was still getting pussy and she was tired and she told him she wanted it. He knew she threw herself completely into her days, often overextending herself because her sense of time was still running on the mortal clock and not eternity. His frustration was soon replaced by a rush of love for his wife. He came inside her not long after.
He caught his breath and kissed her hair. He would take everything she would give him, and he could always tell her about it in the morning.
They didn’t speak until they sat down for breakfast the next morning.
Alina crossed her legs casually, letting her robe hang open and expose her thighs. She appreciated that Aleksander cleaned her up when he was finished, but she could probably do with a bath soon. “Well that was a first,” she said with a twinkle of humor in her eye.
“You asked for it,” he said stiffly while adding a heaping clump of jam to his toast.
“I did.”
“Do you remember any of it?”
“Hmm, you’ll have to jog my memory later, General.”
“I plan on it, Miss Starkov.”