“Yes. A moment,” Alfred confirms, grinning. “To consummate matters with mywifein a barbarian way.”
“I don’t think?—”
Alfred snakes his arm around my waist and drags me close. “Quiet, mate, I shall tend you duly.”
The celebrant mutters something about barbaric customs. My father shuts him up and ushers him out, perhaps sensing Alfred will progress matters whether they are present or not.
Oh, how could I ever fool myself into thinking he would be civilized!
No sooner do they exit the small stone chamber than I am walked backward until my legs hit the wooden chair I used while signing the marriage document.
I sit.
He kneels before me and tosses up my dress with a smirk. “That’s my good girl. Grip my hair and show your new husband where you need his tongue.”
Goddess help me. I am lost from the first swipe.
“Hush,” he rumbles, lifting his head and pinning me with a glare.
“Oh, I can’t be quiet,” I hiss. “You need to stop!”
His solution is to thrust three fingers into my mouth to smother my moans and go back to eating me out.
It’s no use. It feels too good. I fist his hair to guide him where I need him, and when he does, I come with a muffled scream.
He rises, licking his lips and looking well pleased with himself.
“There,” he says, with a wink. “Consider yourself tamed for my pleasure.”
“What about mine?” I ask, with a satisfied smile.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I made sure there is a nice, padded cushion for your knees during the carriage ride back to the castle.”
“You are outrageous,” I say, as he helps me rise and straighten out my gown. My headdress is a little off-center, and I do my best to straighten it.
He lifts one brow in question and flattens my palm against his hard cock throbbing behind his suit pants.
“Fine,” I say, smiling up at the man I adore as I squeeze over the firm flesh—delighted when he groans. “You know I would not change a thing. Let us hurry to the carriage. It seems I, too, have a husband in need of taming for my pleasure.”
