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He was beautiful all over, so perfectly made that her mouth salivated for a taste of him. When she took him into her mouth, he jerked, and as she fisted him and squeezed hard, he hissed.
Glancing up at him, she saw his fangs punch over his lower lip, and her core squeezed at the sight of them and the memory of his bite. She'd never experienced pleasure so intense, had never climaxed so hard or so many consecutive times, and she couldn't wait until he bit her again, but it wasn't going to happen now.
Right now, it was about his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Later, when they returned to his cabin after the wedding, he could reciprocate.
Sliding her hand up and down his length in sync with her lips, she took him as deep down her throat as she could, and the hiss he emitted was her reward.
"Marina," Peter growled as he combed his fingers through her hair, fisting it as he thrust shallowly in and out of her mouth. "Those lips of yours will be my undoing."
His hand still tugging on her hair, he cupped her chin with his other one, and she was utterly at his mercy, but she didn't feel even a smidgen of trepidation. She knew he would never take her too roughly and that he would be careful with her, ensuring that she could breathe through it.
Peter had claimed that he couldn't read her mind, but she was still unsure about that because he did everything so perfectly that it couldn't be just experience or intuition guiding him.
The way his fist locked in her hair, tugging just the right way, not too gently and not too roughly, the way he glided his length in and out of her throat, almost to the end but not hitting the back of it so she wouldn't choke, it was as if he was so attuned to her that he could read her every response and adjust accordingly.
In and out, he was controlling everything, and she was just a vessel for his pleasure, but there was power in that, immense satisfaction, and yes, also erotic delight.
When his fingers locked even tighter against her scalp, and the fingers of his other hand tightened over her jaw, he began to thrust harder, deeper, and as she looked up at his face, the primal desire she saw in his blazing eyes, his elongated fangs, electrified her.
She could come like this without even touching herself, and the idea of spending the entire evening with panties that were soaked with the evidence of her desire mortified and excited her at the same time.
All these immortals with their keen sense of smell would know that she wanted this male, that she craved him, and she wondered whether they would envy him or pity him for having her as his partner—the lowly human servant, all dressed up as if she was a princess.
The thought was like a bucket of ice on the fire of her desire.
"Hey," he murmured, his fingers on her jaw, tilting her head so she was looking into his glowing eyes. "Where did you go just now?"
It was hard to answer when her mouth was full of his erection, so she closed her eyes briefly and opened them again, hoping to convey that it didn't matter, that she was okay.
Peter must not have liked what he saw in her eyes because he pulled out and knelt in front of her.
"What just went through your head that spoiled your fun?"
"It was nothing."
He hooked a finger under her chin and brought his lips to hers, kissing her softly, gently, as if he loved her. But this wasn't a fairytale, and the prince wasn't about to fall for her.
"My turn." He put his hands on her waist, lifted her, and sat her down on the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" she whispered as he flipped her dress up and moved the soaked gusset of her panties aside.
"Your smell is driving me insane. I have to taste you."
He didn't wait for her permission before extending his tongue and driving it into her, once, twice, three times, and when he flicked it over her engorged clit, she erupted with a scream.
He kept licking and sucking until she could take it no more, and when she pushed on his head, he lifted a pair of smiling eyes to her and grinned with a mouth full of fangs.
"Mission accomplished." He returned her panties to where they were supposed to be, pulled the skirt of her dress down over her legs, rose to his feet, and offered her a hand up. "Shall we, my lady?"
32
MARGO
"This one has to work." Margo sucked in her tummy and pulled up the side zipper.
The dress was so tight that she couldn't expand her chest fully and take a proper breath, but it was the only one that fit her at all. Frankie was tiny, and apparently so were all of her cousins who had contributed their evening attire.
Margo knew many of them, and just like Frankie, they seemed larger than they were because of the life energy they exuded. They were loud, they made big gestures with their arms when they talked, and they hugged everyone in greeting, even if they didn't know them.
