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His licking grew more exploratory. He dipped into my sex, and it took everything in me not to cry out.
Time meant nothing. There was only sensation. I tried my best to hold back, to obey, but obedience had never been my strong suit. When my wriggling grew frantic, he finally pulled away and looked up with raw male satisfaction.
“I think my wife is ready for her husband.”
I whimpered.
Now that I’d been thoroughly teased and tormented, Cole wasted no time. He rose from his knees, his pants disappearing into the ether. He was magnificent. As tormented as I had been, he was definitely aching with the need to match mine. The tip of his cock glistened with precum. I inhaled his desire, the most potent aphrodisiac of all.
He ran his hand up and down the shaft, prolonging my desire for one final moment.
Then, with a single thrust, he slammed into me.
I gasped, an echo to his groan of release. His palms slammed into the trunk on either side of my head, his face inches away.
“More,” I moaned. I was full, so full, but my body needed movement.
“I should make you wait just for that.” The words slid out through gritted teeth. “But I don’t have any patience left in me.”
“Lucky me,” I teased, though I could barely get the thought out in anything resembling coherent sounds.
“We’ll see if you’re saying that when you’re begging for a break in a few hours.”
Hours?
And then he began to move. He gave a few shallow pumps, despite his words, trying to keep me comfortable. Then his ever-present restraint slipped away as he began to thrust in earnest. Each slam elicited a new gasp. I’d never felt so much, never been so full. We were both frantic with need. There was no pretending either of us was going to last long.
My orgasm ripped through me with a ferocity that almost overtook the pleasure itself. Cole followed immediately, his seed coating my insides. The raw, male possessiveness pleased a feral part of me. I wanted to feel him in every part of my body, and he obliged. His hand curled around the side of my neck, a featherlight touch.
“I love my mark on you. Love seeing it while I fuck you, the way your throat moves while you swallow down your cries.” He bent to kiss it and murmured in my ears, “I hope you’ll give me one to match.”
If I’d thought I might be sated with that single orgasm, I was in for a lot of trouble. His words set my system alight with need.Normally, only the male marked the female… but he would take my mark. Of course. Cole was greedy for any part of me I would give him, and I would give him everything.
“I intend to,” I purred. “But remember, turnabout’s fair play.”
Cole’s smirk said he had no idea how much teasing I was going to do before I finally gave him the release he would need, based on his already-hardening erection.
He was going to find out, though. And I would enjoy every second of my wedding night.
Chapter XXIII
“Proud of your handiwork?”
We were back at the castle—unfortunately, one night was all we could spare for each other while we prepared for war. Between countless meetings with advisers of every kind, political, military, and mystical, I’d stolen glances at Cole’s exposed neck. The latest batch had left, and we were set for another meeting any minute to go over how our forces would work with those in the realm of the living. It was a serious time, but I couldn’t stop looking.
Apparently, those glances weren’t as covert as I’d hoped.
But who could blame me? Some would have thought the male weak to be marked by a female. Those people had never met Cole. Thinking about weak in the same sentence as Cole, except for “Everyone looks weak compared to Cole,” was laughable. Instead, my husband had his mark on full display. His normally buttoned-up silk shirt was half undone, the collar almost pulled back so my claiming bite was on display.
Just seeing it made me want him again.
“I am,” I admitted, a small smile on my lips despite everything we were facing.
His amber eyes darkened. “As am I.”
And that was all he said before he whisked us away,meeting abandoned.
“We need to meet with the others,” I complained. Or tried to complain, because once Cole’s hands were on me, I was lost, already ripping his clothes away as fast as I could.
