Winterland Destiny by Jaci Burton Page A

needed no further urging. Desperate to join with her again, he rose above her, his cock probing for her entrance.

    She was damp. Her nipples hardened when he rubbed his cockhead against her clit. Her soft moans told him that even in partial sleep she desired him.
    A pride unlike anything he’d ever known overcame him. This was his woman, his mate, and she possessed an inner strength he would have never thought possible in a female.
    Gently, he slipped his shaft into her channel. She pulsed and contracted around him. Her eyes fluttered open, blue as the clear winter skies outside. He placed a kiss on her parted lips. “Good morning, my queen.”
    Her tentative smile stabbed at his heart. “Good morning, my king.” Noele could think of no better way to awaken from the nightmare of the past couple of days.
    Completely rested and her heart welling with joy and love for her husband.
    His heat melted her insides, his hard shaft buried so deeply he touched her very soul. Joining with him was a sweet pleasure she wanted to wake up to the rest of her life.
    When she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his back, he grinned. “Are you certain you are ready for this?”
    Noele smiled and nodded, threading her hands through his hair. Arousal coursed through her body, the need for release tensing her eager muscles. “Aye. Fuck me, Garick.” Her tongue caressed his bottom lip, then she sucked it gently inside her mouth. He pulled back and plunged his cock inside her, deep and hard until he was buried to the hilt. She gasped and bit at his lower lip. He wound her hair around his fist and pulled hard, rewarded when her pussy flooded with her desire.
    “Yes, like that,” she cried, digging her heels into his back.
    He devoured her lips and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, offering it for her to suckle. He drew his cock out and then stabbed it inside her again, drawing shrieks of delight from her.
    Withdrawing quickly, he pulled her up and turned her over, slipping one of the feather pillows under her stomach.
    He leaned over her and drove into her cunt again, pinning her arms to her sides. Relentlessly he pounded inside her. She lifted her ass and met every thrust with equal fervor. “Harder, Garick. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me come all over you.”
    Garick could not believe his fortune. A beautiful, strong faerie, with as lusty an appetite for sex as he. He was truly a lucky man.
    Her pounding passion drew him ever higher. He let go of her hands and lay fully on top of her, reaching underneath to thrum her clit with his fingers. She gasped, her face buried in the mattress, her fists wound tightly into the sheets. She pressed her rear against him when he thrust hard, his balls slapping against her pussy.
    “You want my come inside you, Noele?” he said, barely able to hold off his orgasm.
    “Yes! Fuck me, Garick, fuck me hard and come inside me. Now!”
    Her demands sent him over the edge and he took her along with him. He fucked her fast and furious, sending his seed shooting deep into her cavern. She screamed and pulsed around him, flooding him with her juices.
    Afterward, they lay panting and stroking each other’s skin. It seemed strange that despite the intimacies they’d shared, he did not know how to simply speak to her now.
    “Garick?” she asked, her voice a near whisper.
    “Aye.”
    “Did you mean what you said on our wedding night?”
    “What did I say?”
    She turned and leaned up on her elbows, her clear eyes mesmerizing him. “That I was yours?” He arched a brow and smiled at her. Despite all that they had been through, she still doubted him. For that he was ashamed. “Aye. You are mine. I do not wish to cast you out nor hand you over to Roarke.” He read the relief in her eyes, and it pleased him. “I am glad.” His heart swelled and he knew then he’d found love. He’d never looked for it, never wanted it, and yet here it was and he would not turn it away. He trailed a finger over her