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Pink blossomed across Mat’s cheeks and I preened, pleased that I could still bring him to embarrassment even after everything he’d done and had done to him.
“Beautiful,” I said, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheeks and forehead.
“Ren,” he moaned, opening his eyes, and it was a sight I never tired of. My Mathias, looking up at me, blissed out and turned on...there was nothing like it in the whole fucking world.
I turned him onto his stomach before he could protest, pulled his cheeks apart, and licked a hot stripe between them, making him moan and shiver as my tongue lapped against his hole. But as much as I’d loved eating him out that time in the inn, today I was far too impatient to get inside him.
My boy glanced over his shoulder, his hazy expression sharpening in an instant when he saw what I held. “Where did you get the oil?”
“I asked for it.”
His gaze shot to mine and then flickered to the door, alarmed.
“Oh, don’t worry,mi sol,” I reassured him. “I also asked for three and a half drops of goat’s milk, a chair missing a leg, and a blanket woven from the wool of a blind sheep. No one will think twice about the seventeen vials of oil.”
Mat blinked. “Seventeen?”
I pursed my lips. “Not enough?”
“How many times-”
“If you’re going to ask me how often I plan to bury my cock in you, Nat, then the answer is that we’re definitely going to need more oil. I’ll order it immediately in case we run out before nightfall.”
He rolled over and wrapped his legs around my waist before I could move.
“You’re not...” Blue-grey eyes peered up at me, tentative and unsure. “You won’t get bored with me?”
I frowned. What the fuck? Where hadthatcome from?
“Are you bored withme?” I asked.
“No!” my northerner exclaimed. “Blyat,no. I just...you’re used to...more,” he finished, flapping a hand pathetically. “What if I’m not enough?”
What if I’m not enough. This man.
I closed my eyes. “Take that back, Mathias,” I ordered. “You are more than enough. You areeverything.”
I felt his legs tighten around me.
“You once said you could never give up flan or crema catalana, Ren,” he whispered, and damn, maybe he’d been right about the food analogies inciting wistful hunger for Quarehian dishes. “With me, you’d not only be giving that up, but every other dessert too, because I don’t think I could stand to see you with...with others.”
I opened my eyes. “Don’t think?”
“Couldn’t,” Mat corrected, and then added with a growl, “won’t.”
“Better,” I said, pleased. “Mi cielo,I knew when I said yes to you-”
“Yes? I don’t recall you ever saying such a thing,” he teased, parroting my words from a few days ago. “I do remember you shamelessly feeling me up under the pretence of frisking me, and all but hauling me to your bed.”
I pinched his side, hard, ignoring both his yelps and attempts to wriggle free.
“When Isaid yes,I knew it was just me and you,” I said. “You and me.”
“Da,”Mathias breathed, gazing up at me with a soft, happy smile on his face.
“And yes, maybe before I met you, Nathanael, such a thing would have seemed dreadful. Impossible. Dreadfully impossible. But you have a way of changing one’s worldview.” I pinched him again because I wasn’t receiving nearly enough whimpers and curses from the man beneath me, and then bent down and followed the trail my fingers had taken with my tongue, giving kitten-like licks to the abused, reddened skin until he settled once more.
Mat hummed, his arms reaching up to wrap around my neck and pull me down onto the bed with him. I fell heavily, not expecting it, yet hardly protesting the opportunity to feel his warm skin against mine. But then he rolled us over and straddled my hips before scoring his nails down my bare chest – not hard, like I would have done to him, but enough to make me shiver.
