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He did it again, then again, then added a second finger and did it once more.
And Brittany simply...broke apart.
She shook and she shattered, and she fell into a thousand pieces right there in her wedding dress with her fingers dug deep into his arms, and the only thing she knew in all the world was his hard hand and his rough voice at her ear. She might have fallen apart forever, tumbling this way and that into a million little shards of who she’d been. She felt as if she had.
And when she came back to herself she was slumped against the smooth wall and the only thing holding her up was the arm she hadn’t realized Cairo had put around her waist, securing her there against him.
He was watching her closely when she finally focused on him again, with an expression she’d never seen on his royal face before. Hard and solemn at once, and lit from within with a kind of hunger that made her clench tight all over again, against the fingers she could still feel inside of her.
Inside of her.Brittany let loose a shudder, low and deep, through a brand-new lick of need and heat.
Cairo smiled at that. He took his time pulling his hand away. He smoothed the silken fabric over her heat and then he drew his hand away entirely, letting the heavy wedding dress fall back into place to cover her weak knees and legs.
As if none of it had happened, when she was still soft and soaked and trembling.
“Brittany,” he began, as if that wasn’t the same sensual hunger that stormed through her turning his gorgeous face stark.
And something surged in her then, shocking her back from that syrupy sweet place he’d thrown her into so easily, so expertly. Some kind of heightened awareness, or desperation. She didn’t know what it was, she only knew with every inch of her body that she had to act instantly or lose everything.
“Is that it?” she asked, and she’d never sounded more bored. She heaved a sigh and pushed away from him, taking advantage of the look of arrogant astonishment on his face to swish her great skirts around him and start toward the other side of the room. “Clueless teenagers commit more interesting sins while fully clothed in the hallways of their high schools. I expected a little more finesse from a man who calls himself a king.”
“Finesse,”he repeated, as if he was unfamiliar with the word, and he sounded far closer to her than she’d expected. And far more cutting. Every hair on the back of her neck stood, but she didn’t turn around. “The excitement of our wedding day must be playing havoc with my hearing. I just imagined you questioned myfinessemere seconds after you climaxed in my hands. Surely not.”
She turned around then and her stomach flipped over, because he wasright there.
He kept coming. Brittany decided to stop moving and stood there at the foot of the four-poster bed, trying to exude bored experience while her knees still felt like jelly.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, as insincerely as possible. She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you’re great.”
His head tilted slightly to one side and the way he smiled then, slow and hard, made her think of a wolf.
“Oh, I am at that.” Cairo reached over and ran a finger down the length of her hair, then tugged on the end. Once, then again. Not precisely hard—and yet that small hint of sharpness seemed to rebound through her overheated body, blooming into something much hotter and more intense in the place that still ached for him the most. “But by all means,cara,do not take my word for it.”
And then he bent down and swept her up off her feet, huge dress and veil and all, and tossed her onto the bed.
* * *
Cairo hardly let himself think.
She landed on the bed with a soft exhalation and then he was there with her, levering himself above her and holding himself up on his elbows.
“Cairo—”
“Quiet,cara.Allow me to meet the challenge you issued, if you please.”
His voice was a lash of command. He hardly recognized it. But that didn’t seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter except this woman dressed in white, with those dark eyes still so hot and wild and all for him. This woman who would shortly be his wife.My wife, he repeated, and the words seemed to reverberate inside of him, growing so big and so loud they filled him up—then crowded out everything else.
The world. His sense.Everything.
Cairo didn’t care. He traced her lips with his fingers and hoped she could taste her own need when he did. She flushed that intoxicating red again, and it made him feel dizzy. It made a beast he hadn’t known that lurked so deep inside him roar.
For once in his life, he didn’t calculate the outcome of this encounter or worry about his performance. He’d left that somewhere behind them on the stone floor, tangled up in those abandoned little moans she’d made that left him so hard and so wild for her he ached.
He ached.
“Cairo,” she said again, and this time her voice was little more than a whisper. But he recognized the heat in it. The impossible fire that burned in him, too.
He forgot how they’d come to be here. He only knew that finally,finally,Brittany was beneath him.Where she belonged,that beast in him growled.
