I scowl.Dammit.I knew I shouldn’t have let her orgasm.Holding hergaze, I lift my fingers and rub them together.
She shivers, but shedoesn’tclench.
My eyes narrow.Asmirkcurvesmy lipsas I realise what she’s trying to hide.“Did my little queen take it out?”
Her lips part.Her cheeks flush.“N-no?”
Itakea step forward.Shetakesa step back.Breathsleaveher lips in a frantic beat of arousal.
“Wha– what are you doing?”Her eyes flickeraround the hall.They’re nolonger on me, and that deservesanother punishment.One I’llbe all too happy to carry out.“We’re in a crowded room.There are people –”
“There are always people around me,” I inform her as her back hitsthe wall.Her corset’spushing her breasts up in a most erotic way.Rising and falling, her tits beg me to touch them.To taste them.To mark them as mine as Ihaveher neck.
Towering over her, I raise my hand.My knucklesbrush overher plumped up mounds.She should always wear corsets.
Or nothing at all.
Looking into her eyes, I smile.“I do believe you lied to me.That’s such a bad habit.”
“I… I...didn’t?”Sheissuch a bad liar, my wife,always making her statements sound like questions.
Lowering my hand to the slit in her dress –every dress should have slits– I burrow it under the fabric at theVof her thighs.When I touch her wet heat, her head lollsback against the wall, bearing her neck to me.There’s not a man who couldresist accepting such a gift.
Leaning down, I lick the base of her throat.I suckle and kiss as the crowd shiftsbehind me, their presence increasing my arousal.She’ssuch a naughty temptress, my wife.
Sucking her skin into my mouth, I markthe other side of her neck, claimingher so everyone,from any angle,willknow she’smine.So the Courtwillknow.
If they touch her, I will kill them.
I kiss my way up my wife’s neck to her ear.A smirk on my lips, I suck her lobe into my mouth just as I feather my fingers across her pussy.Slipping a digit betweenher lips, I push inside.“I don’t feel a toy there.”I grab her ear with my teethinstead of my lips.“Where is it?”I growl, loving how she shiversin response.
She reallyisgoing to be the death of me.
One of these days, someone’sgoing to kill me whileI’mdistracted.Already, the crowd hasdisappeared into silence, leaving just her and me.
“It…” A beautiful crimson paintsher cheeks.Her eyes lower to the floor.She mumblessomething so softly Ican’tquite make it out.
But then the words register.
And the widest fucking grin spreadsacross my cheeks as I release her ear to look at her.
“It fell out?”I repeat, wanting to make sure I heardhercorrectly.
The smallest nod movesher head.
“It.Fell.Out?”
Looking up, her eyes pleading with me to be quieter, she whispers, “Yes.”
“And where is it now?”
Ididn’tthinkit was possible, but her face turnseven morecrimson.A foreign warmth buildsinside my chest and spreadsto every part of me.It wrapsme in its arms, making me slightly uncomfortable in its entirety.
“Fabia… has it,” she squeaks.
“Fabia…” My eyes crinkle as Istandupright, no longer trying to tease her body into coming back to my chambers right now.“Why does she have it?”
“Because she has pockets,”Ariennamumbles, her words falling into each other to create a jumbled mess.
