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He clicks his tongue. "Don’t move, Princess."
He increases the intensity of his movements, adds a third finger, and a fourth. I am so full, so stretched, yet I know having his cock inside me would be so much more satisfying. He curves his fingers inside me and a trembling grips me. My skin feels too tight for my body. My scalp tingles, and heat zings out from my core. I arch my back, knowing I’m close. So close. I angle my butt, trying to hold his fingers inside of me, trying to plug that emptiness that yawns at my center. The climax threatens, and I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting… waiting… He pulls his fingers out.
"What the—! Why did you—?" I snap my eyelids open.
"Consider it a reward for doing as I told you." He pats my bottom, knowing full-well how sensitive my skin is, then walks around to stand in front of me.
He holds out his hand. "Up, Princess."
I grab his hand and lift to my knees, then glance up at him, take in the T-shirt that molds those cut abs, the flat stomach that tapers down to the waistband of his sweatpants. The tent at his crotch, now at eye-level. My mouth waters as I mentally prepare for what I’m sure he’s going to demand next.
Instead, he hauls me to my feet, then scoops me up in his arms, bride style. Which is appropriate, considering we were married yesterday. So, he’s as affected as me, but it doesn’t seem to bother him that he’s denying himself. I touch the bandage on his arm. "Does it hurt?"
"A little, but it's fading already."
"So now what?" I lean my head back against his shoulder.
"Now, I’m going to take care of you."
29
Seb
I carry her up the stairs, back to my room, then inside the bathroom. I place her on her feet and study her closely. A rosy hue tints her chest and her face. I can’t take my gaze off of her creamy breasts, the perky nipples that jut out... My fingers tingle, and I can’t stop myself from cupping her breast. Her breath catches. I lower my mouth to suck on a nipple. I bite down on it, and she gasps. I lick her nipple, and a moan spills from her lips.
"Seb, oh, Seb," she whines, and all the blood empties to my groin.
I turn my head to suckle on her other nipple. I pull on it, tug it inside my mouth, and swirl my tongue around the swollen peak. She buries her fingers in my hair, yanks at the strands, and a shudder runs down my spine. My cock strains against my briefs, begging to be let out.Che cazzo, what the hell is wrong with me? I need to take care of her first. I release her nipple with a pop and straighten.
"Why did you stop?" she whines.
"Because I promised to take care of you, didn’t I?" I walk over to the sink, and pull out the drawer beside the sink. Pulling out a tube of salve, I turn to her. "Bend over." I jerk my chin toward the counter.
She shoots me a glance.
"I’m only going to make sure I soothe the hurt I inflicted on you."
"Hmph." She presses her lips together. I’m sure she’s going to refuse me, but she turns and props her elbows on the counter. Thank fuck. She’s naked as the day she was born, the thrust of her gorgeous butt a creamy highway leading down to the promised land. I trace my finger down the valley between her butt-cheeks and she shivers. Goosebumps spring up on her skin. This woman is so damn responsive.
My wife. My submissive. She’s mine to do with as I want. A hot sensation stabs at my chest. Possessiveness? Selfishness. If only I could hide her away from the world and keep her all to myself. If only I could protect her from the evils lurking out there. The enemies I have made over the years who’ll waste no time in coming after her once they find out what she means to me. I need to keep her safe.
What happened last night—actually, this morning? I can never allow it to touch her again. Even if it means I need to guard her day and night. I bend and kiss the curve of her hips. She shudders. Straightening, I squeeze some of the salve onto my fingers and apply it over the reddened skin of her behind.
She sighs, then lowers her head so her hair flows about her shoulders.
"How does it feel?" I murmur.
"Good," she says in a breathy voice.
"You sound surprised," I reply.
"Didn’t think you’d have a gentle touch."
"You don’t know much about me, do you?"
She turns to survey me over her shoulder. "Less than you know about me, for sure."
I cap the salve, and set it aside. "Why don’t you freshen up and get dressed?"
