After the ceremony, she had wanted to leave right then and there to consummate our marriage. Not that there was any rush, or that the outdated tradition was of any consequence to us given we’d been together more times than I could count. But there were few moments where we were all capable of being in the same room together without the doom of war heavy overhead.
So we stayed and danced and drank our fill until the early morning hours. But then she grabbed my hand, and we ran throughout the palace until we stopped in front of her rooms. She pushed me against the door as I reached for the handle, slipping inside as the sentries across the hall looked down at their feet. Neither of us had given a fuck then, and certainly not now, as she pressed heated kisses to my neck and fumbled with the laces of my pants.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she groaned. “Thinking about the way you taste and the way you feel. I’ve been aching for you.”
My head fell back against the door at her words. Gods above, she would be my undoing. Glancing down, she slid to her knees. Her eyes never left mine. “I want to taste you.”
“Darling, tonight should be aboutyou,” I gritted out, watching with utter delight and rapture as she pulled my breeches down and freed my cock. Her hungry eyes stared at it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“But I want to please you,” she whispered before taking me inside her mouth.
“Gods above, you do, Eva. You do.” I reached my hand out to hold the back of her head, brushing soft strokes of my thumb across the top. “You always please me.”
She hummed in content, going deeper with each shallow bob. Her hand came between my legs, fondling my balls. I groaned again, my head falling back as she pleasured me. This was my queen. My wife. My mate. I was the luckiest bastard in the world and nothing would ever tear me from this moment with her.
I’d never thought a day like this would come when I felt true happiness, but this was it. She was mine. Official in every sense of the word. At her side, I felt indestructible.
Without warning, she took me back all the way. Her mouth slipped down, inch by agonizing inch, until I hit the back of her throat. She held me there, working her tongue along my rigid shaft until my legs were shaking. “Fuck, Eva.” I blew out a sharp breath. “Your fucking mouth is sinful.” I thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth in shallow movements until she gagged.
She looked up at me as if I was her world and then some. As if there were not enough ways to express the love we felt for one another and so she just stared. I ran my hand along her cheek. My thumb stroked the soft skin there. It was a steady reminder that we were here. With one another. Suddenly, her expression changed into something more feral.
And then she released me from her mouth, smiled up at me, and ran.
I reached out to grab her arm, yanking up my pants with the other hand, but she darted away, laughing, until she got to the other side of the room. Her smile was infectious, and I found myself lost in this moment where the only thing on our minds was giving in to our baser instinct.
I pushed down my pants, freeing myself of their restriction. As I reached behind my head and gripped my tunic, her eyes traveled appreciatively down my body, heating my blood and driving me wild. I was hungry for her now, just as I always was, but there was something reaffirmed between us.
My own eyes dropped to the fresh brand on her wrist, the one tying the two of us together and declaring us as one. All night she had run her fingers over the tender flesh, relishing in the way it felt to have it on her skin once more. She never thought she’d feel it again. I wasn’t sure why the gods would grant us this gift, but I thanked them for their mercy either way.
“Oh darling, you shouldn’t start a game you know you will lose,” I taunted, stepping closer to her.
Eva backed away an inch; a nervous tingle of excitement pulsed down the bond. “Who says I’m trying to win anything? Perhaps I am only trying to savor this moment a while longer.” She reached behind her and undid the buttons at the top of her gown, slipping it over her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. Before me was a goddess clad in white lace. Her sharp nipples stood out, begging for attention just as her arousal filled the air.
I lunged across the floor, capturing her body in my arms as I let my shadows out. They swallowed us whole, and we traveled to the plush bed . She giggled, the sound of pure happiness and exhilaration echoing off of the walls.
For a moment, I stared down at her. I memorized every line of her face. Every dip and curve of her body. The scent of honey and lavender filled my nose as I inhaled, leaning forward and running my nose along her neck, her jaw, her temple. She arched into my touch, her hands coming up to grip my forearms until my forehead rested atop of hers and we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I love you, Matthew,” she whispered against my lips.
“And I love you, Evalyne. Always.”
She smiled softly. “Always.” And then she kissed me.
It started gently, a caressing touch between two lovers. Within moments, I slid my hand along her thigh as I toyed with the lace of her undergarments. Perhaps I should have savored it more, but when she writhed beneath me, wanton and needy, I could not deny either of our desires.
I slid down her body, kissing every inch of skin I could find until I hit that fucking scrap of lace concealing my treasure. She lifted her hips as my mouth hovered over her. My tongue darted out, tasting her as she soaked through the fabric.
Eva let out a small whimper. I looked up, meeting her darkening eyes as I did it over and over again. It wasn’t until she writhed and moaned, begging me to remove the lace, that I ripped them in two. Her swollen sex glistened with arousal.
I could hardly restrain myself as I licked her, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. Her hands laced through my hair, pulling me closer and closer until I could hardly breathe. The only thought in my head was knowing that if I died between her legs, I would have no regrets.
“Matthew,” she breathed. “Please.” Her legs shook with unbridled passion, and she was so close to letting go. I wanted to make her come on my face before I sunk into her, but I wanted to feel her constrict around me.
Moving up her body, I settled back between her thighs. Eva reached down with trembling hands and gripped my cock, pressing it to her entrance. I grasped her hands, placing them above her head as I pushed in. She threw her head back, exposing the column of her throat to me. It drove me mad. I thrust forward, leaning in to bite that neck and leave my mark upon her skin. Proof that I was here in this moment with my wife.
She hissed with the contact, but relaxed in my grip as I continued to plunge into her. Small marks adorned her neck, not quite enough to break the skin, but just enough to let the world know she was mine. I let go of her hands and Eva reached down to touch the skin gingerly, smiling as she pulled away. “Territorial, husband?” she asked, that melodic voice imprinting itself upon my heart.
I growled. Husband. Mate. I was everything to her and she was everything to me. I pressed deeper inside of her wet heat, relishing the way she felt around me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me forward and deeper as I thrust into her.
