"Wife," he growled, leaning down to bite the side of her throat. "You feel that? Every inch. That's yours. Take it."
He shifted the angle, lifting one of her legs higher over his hip so he could drive even deeper. The new position dragged the thick head of his cock directly across the place that made her vision spark white. A sharp, broken cry tore from her throat. Samuel's rhythm faltered for half a second, then turned brutal.
He fucked her harder.
The silk sheets twisted beneath them. The headboard knocked softly against the wall with every powerful thrust. Samuel's voice stayed low and constant, a dark stream of praise and command.
"That's my general. Taking me so well. Look at the way you open for your husband."
"Madam, you're dripping down my cock. Greedy little thing."
"Lord of the battlefield, reduced to this—moaning under me like you were made for it."
