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“What are you doing, vixen?” he croaked.
Isabel licked her lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
With a groan of surrender, Rhys loosened his hold, although he didn’t let go of her fully. Isabel took it as encouragement, lowered her head, and licked him from the base to his tip.
“Isabel,” Rhys growled. “Whatever you are doing there, you have less than a minute.”
Isabel chuckled and took him into her mouth again. Recalling more of the instructions from the back of the cards, she started pumping his length with her hand while taking him deeper. She swirled her tongue, tasting him, sucking on his length.
Her insides quivered, and hot liquid seeped out of her. She clenched her thighs together while not letting go of his length.
Isabel ran her tongue over his tip, tasting his salty essence. Rhys guided her lower down his length, and she obliged, taking him deeper once more.
Rhys groaned, and his hold on her tightened as he dragged her face away from his length. She still held him in her hand when the hot liquid spilled out and covered her fingers.
“Damn you,” Rhys growled as he lay prostrate on the bed, his chest heaving.
Isabel blinked up at him. “Did I—Is something wrong?”
“Wrong?” Rhys frowned. “No… I would have preferred to last a little longer, but you make it impossible.”
He closed his eyes, his face still a grimace.
Isabel rolled off the bed and moved to the dressing room on shaking legs. She still didn’t know what she’d done to earn his displeasure. She was quite certain he’d enjoyed her ministrations.
She washed her hands and cleaned up the moisture between her legs. She was extremely wet, and she felt an acute discomfort between her legs.
She took another towel, dipped it in water, and brought it to Rhys.
He sat on the bed, watching her curiously. Isabel handed him the towel, her entire body flushing in embarrassment. She’d almost forgotten that she was completely naked.
Rhys cleaned himself, discarded the towel, and went to help her into bed.
He pulled the covers from under the pillows, and the cards Isabel had been perusing earlier fell out to the floor. Isabel squeaked as she saw them, but it was too late. Rhys had already picked them up and studied them with an unblinking stare.
“What are these?” he asked, still looking through the cards.
Isabel climbed into bed and covered herself with sheets. There really was no good way to explain these cards to her husband.
“Isabel…” He was frowning again.
She wanted to reach up and smooth the wrinkles on his forehead. He sat next to her, still completely naked. Isabel’s gaze couldn’t help but roam along his slick, muscled body. “Did you… You do not have to answer if you don’t want to. You do not owe me your past, but… Are these yours? Did you… use these with Stanhope?”
Isabel’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound emerged. What did Stanhope have to do with anything? She sat up, still clutching the bedsheet to her chest. “The cards?”
Rhys nodded, and Isabel couldn’t help but spill into laughter. She shook her head emphatically. “No. It is a gift from a friend for our honeymoon.”
Rhys raised a brow. “A friend?”
Isabel let out an exasperated breath. “From Evie.”
“Oh.” Rhys’s features immediately cleared, the relief evident on his face. “That explains a lot. And did you learn all that you did from those cards?”
Isabel gave a tiny nod. “Did you not like it?”
“Not like it? It was the most blissful experience of my life!”
“Oh!” Isabel’s mouth split into a grin. “You were frowning, but now I realize you always do that.”
