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I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my composure even as he sucked at that sensitive spot in my shoulder that made me want to moan. “I can certainly think of one demon I’d like to kill.”
He sucked harder, a hand sliding between my thighs where he cupped my sex. “Iknowyou aren’t talking about another man on our wedding night, wife.”
I gasped, unable to stop the sound. “Fantasizing about murder shouldn’t trigger any jealousy.”
“And yet it does,” he growled, fingers teasing at my entrance. “I didn’t tell the whole truth before when I said I think of you when you’re away.”
I frowned. “Really?”
The emotion in his eyes made my knees buckle. Only his grip kept me upright. “The truth is, I think of you constantly. You consume my thoughts. If I’m not worried about you, I’m thinking of how I can bebetween your legs. Worshiping you with my tongue and bathing you in my seed.”
His words sent a warm flare through my stomach. “I’d take some fingers.”
“You’ll take what I give you, wife.” The dominance in his voice wasdelicious. “After what you’ve put me through the past few days, you’re going to be a very good girl for me this evening and do exactly what I say.”
I opened my mouth to argue but was cut off by a gasp as he adjusted his grip, his fingers grazing my entrance. Slowly, tortuously, he eased one finger between my folders. He found me wet and needful. He dipped the finger in and out in short strokes, his thumb brushing over my clit. I thought I might come from just that, but his finger was gone just as suddenly.
I snarled, and he chuckled.
Then he lifted that finger, slick with my desire, and placed it between my lips. His amber eyes flared as I sucked his finger between my lips, obedient, savoring the erotic mix ofuson his hand.
He groaned, pulling his finger back. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
I looked at him from beneath my lashes. “If it’s making you want to fuck me, then I’m succeeding.”
He pushed his hips against me, the bulge obvious beneath the fabric of his pants. “Want, isn’t an issue.”
“Then fuck me, Cole.” My brazen demand was borne of need. Raw, desperate need.
“I will.” His fingers trailed over my jaw, down to my neck, where he placed just enough pressure to make my eyes go wide. “But as I said,I’m not taking orders tonight, Avery. Now, are you going to submit, or do you want to fight? I’llfuckyou either way, wife. But I think you’ll enjoy submitting to me. Letting go of that strong facade you have to wear with everyone else. Giving in, trusting me to take care of you, tending to you the way a queen like yourself deserves.”
I tried to clench my legs on reflex, but he was still wedged between me. Fuck, his words…
“Which will it be?” His words were rich with dark promises. “Submit to my will or fight against me?”
“I’ll submit,” I gasped, and the pressure disappeared even as his hand remained in place. “For tonight.” I might like Cole in charge—a lot—but that was strictly for the bedroom.
His lips curved up into a full smile. “I’d expect nothing less.” He kissed me, a gentle reward. “And I’ll honor this gift.”
And then Cole sank to his knees.
If I’d thought one finger might send me over, I was entirely unprepared for Cole’s tongue. He licked me from end to end, tasting my need. He loosed a groan.
“Perfection,” he praised.
His hands slid to my knees and forced me wider. I followed his silent command, and he rewarded me with another stroke. Then another. Slow, methodical. I bucked against him, trying to force him deeper on instinct. He stopped.
I glared down. Really, he expected me not to move when he didthat?
“It seems you need a reminder of what it means to submit.”
His death magic curled around me, dark wisps materializing from nowhere. They wrapped around my wrists and my stomach, pinning me against the tree. They didn’t hurt, and if I fought, I could breakthem. Still, they helped me remember the role I’d agreed to enjoy for the evening. I forced myself to relax into them even as my pulse thrummed at a frantic pace.
“Better,” Cole said with approval as I forced myself to still. “I love your reactions, wife. But the sadist in me enjoys seeing you fight them all too much.”
Then he licked again.
It should’ve taken away from the pleasure, to fight my innate reactions. Instead, it made them all the more intense. As if because I couldn’t move, the energy couldn’t escape and instead sent my need rocketing higher and higher. He needed to feel me entirely under his control, and I needed to feel him all around me, his hands, his mouth, his magic.
