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“Mine,” I growl, pushing her hand away. I grab the band of her panties and slowly slide them down her thighs. Rose kicks them the rest of the way off for me and she is bared from the waist down.

The scent of her arousal only amplifies, sending my beast into a frenzy. Need her now, he hisses at me and I’m helpless to do anything other than obey. I lower myself to my knees—Rose is the only woman I’d get on my knees for. My queen deserves to be worshiped.

I spread her wide; her pussy glistens in anticipation for me. “Malix…” Rose begs, arching toward me. “Please—ah!”

The first lick through her folds draws a deep moan from both of us. Her juices explode on my tongue, a sharp sweetness that is distinctly her. I make a V with my fingers, spreading her lips wide.

My tongue dances over her clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her lips. “Fuck!” she groans, rubbing her pussy in my face, riding my tongue with wild abandon. Images of her sitting on my face, riding my tongue until she comes over and over again fill my mind.

My dick throbs at the thought.

I tease her clit before taking the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth. I suck. Hard. Rose’s back arches off the bed and she begs for more. “Malix, please. Don’t stop. Fuck, husband, don’t stop.”

“Never,” I growl. I’ll eat her pussy until she goes limp, squeezing out every orgasm she is capable of.

My girl is wanton, grinding down on my face with moans of ecstasy. She’s not quiet. Good. I don’t fucking want her quiet. I want everyone to know that my queen is being pleased and enjoys every second of it.

Rose’s thighs shake, squeezing around me. My two fingers holding her open are coated with her slick and I move them inside of her. She tightens around them, cursing softly.

My fingers and tongue fuck her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. My own desire amplifies and the need to be buried deep inside of her is so strong.

“Malix, I’m going to come…fuck—” The words barely leave her gasping lips before she tightens around my fingers. She screams through her orgasm, coming on my face. Her scent will not be easy to wash away, and it thrills me.

I lick her through her orgasm, lapping at her release until she goes limp underneath me. A self-congratulatory smirk plays on my lips as I pull back slowly.

“I hope you aren’t getting tired, little dragon. We are just getting started.”

Chapter 21

Rose

The last man I had in my bed was a local man from Grym Hollow, shortly after I broke up with Stefan. He was definitely a rebound brought upon by sadness and a little too much alcohol. I don’t even remember his real name, just that he went by Jet. In hindsight, that should have been my first clue.

The sex wasn’t bad, but Jet grossly overestimated his sexual abilities. I all but had to draw a road map to my clit for him and I could tell that frustrated him. After that little misunderstanding, the sex was fine. We both came—me much later than what Jet probably had hoped for—and went our mutual ways.

I didn’t feel any better after fucking him, but I also didn’t feel any worse. So I took that as a win.

Sex with Stefan had been good, but only because we had years of love and time to learn one another’s body. I didn’t think I would ever find someone like that again. A person that made me orgasm and cared for me.

Malix is…everything I didn’t think I needed.

I came into this deal not knowing I would be a bride and ready to throttle The Guardian for that oversight, even though it was technically my fault for not reading the contract thoroughly.

But now…

I think I’m falling for my husband.

“I hope you aren’t getting tired, little dragon. We are just getting started.” Malix’s voice is husky, full of lust and self-satisfaction for making me come so hard. Usually, I would knock him down a peg, but I don’t have it in me. Not after that orgasm. It was as if he had already learned my body and knew exactly what I liked.

“Not even close. You haven’t come yet.”

He’s not even naked yet. Neither am I, but I have less clothes on than he does and that just seems unfair.

Malix stands up, licking my arousal from his lips. A shiver goes down my spine at the sheer intensity in which he is staring at me. From this height, his groin is exactly level with my face. A rather impressive bulge outlines his leather pants and my mouth waters with the need to have him down my throat.

I’ve never been super into giving head, but I’ve done it because I knew my partner enjoyed it. Sometimes I found pleasure in it as well, but I never craved a cock down my throat as much as I crave Malix’s.

I peel his tight leather pants off while Malix takes off his shirt. My breath catches in my lungs upon seeing him naked for the first time.

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