It was enough to tip me over a cresting wave of rapture, unleashing an orgasm that unfurled through my limbs like water breaking through a dam.
I bucked and twisted against him, unable to stay still in the face of it, but he was strong enough to keep me steady until the sensations subsided and I went liquid in his arms.
“That…” My voice was gravelly, and I had to clear my throat. “That wasgood.” I laughed and rolled my neck, savoring the smaller waves that still radiated from my cunt.
He kissed my temple, but instead of releasing me, he began to move his hands again, thrusting gently and rolling over my clitoris in featherlight circles. “That…was only to whet your appetite, my darling.”
The arrogance in his tone damn near had me coming again.
Gods, is there anything more attractive than a man who is that sure of himself and can back it up with action?
“I said it was good,” I murmured between panting gasps. “I didn’t say I was satisfied.”
“And I didn’t say I was finished.” He used his leverage on my legs to push my knees wider apart. Then he made it clear he’d been holding back. He’d learned my body with the first orgasm, and now he used that knowledge to shatter me with relentless pleasure. I didn’t know what he was doing with his hands because I’d closed my eyes against the sensory overload. There was only room tofeel.
And all I could feel was the thrusting, rolling, stretching pleasure that pushed me over the edge of another climax…then another…then another within the span of a few minutes. My whole body quivered and jerked like there was too much sensation to be contained.
He let me come down from it with slower, lighter touches, and then he steadily built it back up again until I lost count of how many times I’d shattered.
I whimpered when he started to let the intensity build again, unsure if I even could come again. It was a pathetic, plaintive sound I’d never made before. I didn’t even know if I was begging him to stop or pleading with him to prove me wrong.
When another orgasm crashed through me, I cried out, arching so hard against him that he had to band one arm across my hips to keep me in place. It was so powerful that little aftershocks of pleasure spread all the way to my tingling fingers and toes. I couldn’t do anything but lie limp in his arms and ride it out until everything drained away and the most peaceful exhaustion took its place.
Bastian withdrew his fingers from my pussy slowly but kept his body wrapped around mine like he could hold me together when it felt like I’d just splintered apart.
When he spoke, his voice was a low rumble. “Well? Is tonight the night your order me to die?”
I huffed a laugh. “Not tonight, Prince.”
“Then let’s get you to bed, wife.”
CHAPTER FIVE
BASTIAN
Iclimbed from the bath and quickly wrapped a towel around my waist to cover my erection. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, but I didn’t want her to think I expected more. She’d just trusted me with her body. I wouldn’t risk shattering the tenuous truce of the moment.
God, the way she whimpered before the last time she came. My wife had been desperate for my touch. My cock twitched at the memory. I’d give up my own satisfaction forever if only I got to be the cause of that sound again.
To my shock, she let me help her from the bath and gently dry her with another towel. It was its own form of intimacy to take care of her like that, and it felt like she was rewarding me for a job well done by allowing me to do it.
I led her to the enormous four-poster bed in the center of the bedchamber and then tucked her under the covers before perching on the edge. She was stiff and defensive at my proximity, as though she thought I meant to climb in andattempt to force my marital rights on her…or perhaps worse—snuggle. She was a viper ready to strike, so I took the only sensible action and respected her space.
“Good night, Sigrid,” I said softly as I rose to put out the torches. When I settled on the chaise in the corner, the soft glow of the fire was just bright enough to let me see the ripple of emotion that crossed her face—something like relief. It was the first time since we’d been forced into this that she’d looked at me like that, and it twisted something in my stomach to know it came from my basic respect for her consent.
What the fuck happened on her other wedding nights?
I closed my eyes even though sleep would be a long time coming.
They flew back open moments later when something soft landed on me, followed immediately by a pillow smacking me in the side of the head. The spare blanket was in a heap on me, where she’d thrown it.
I grinned at the unexpected kindness. “Worried I might freeze to death?”
“You’re too fucking soft, Saxon. I can see you shivering from here.” Her tone was gruff, but the bite was tempered by the gesture. She let out a long breath. “Today could have been worse.”
Joy erupted in my chest, making my heart race faster. Sigrid Thorvald had just opened a crack in the wall between us.
Her posture had softened, but a frown creased her brow. “What did the priest do?” She said the words reluctantly, like she’d tried to resist asking.
