“I’ll say. I had no idea. But now, I’d like to get to a different kind of ritual.”
“And what might that be?” Roman said, a sly smile curving his lips.
“The consummation of our marriage, of course.” I swallowed, suddenly overcome with anxious expectations. I’d longed for this moment all day, and now that it was here, I felt nervous and shy. “Oh, dear. I’m afraid I have performance anxiety.”
He frowned slightly. “Performance anxiety?”
“It’s a phrase from my twenty-first-century culture. It means I’m scared I can’t do what’s expected of us—you know, sealing the deal.” I smiled, a little embarrassed.
“Shh. This is just you and me here together. Just you and me….” He ran a fingertip down my cheek. “You’re absolutely breathtaking today, my love.”
He looked into my eyes with longing. “You have made me the happiest man on earth. Tonight, I will give you the most loving night, a night you will never forget. I worship you and forever will desire you.”
He stood behind me, removed the flowers from my hair, and dropped them to the floor. Then, he untangled my braids.
The way he massaged my hair sent electric bolts down my spine.
He caressed my neck with his fingertips, lowered his head and kissed my shoulders.
My heart pounded in my chest.
Roman urged my dress from my shoulder and rained kisses across my skin.
My head rolled back to rest against Roman’s chest. My breath quickened as he trailed his hands down my belly to my inner thighs.
He slid his fingers along my wet core, driving me wild.
I panted with desire.
He inserted two fingers into me. “Olivia, you’re so wet.”
I widened my stance, wanting to give him better access.
His warm breath landed on my ear, and he whispered, “I want you so badly.”
“Then take me,” I said.
“Not yet.” Removing his fingers, he spun me around and captured my mouth in a hot, demanding kiss. Then, he slid his fingers inside me again, working in and out, using his thumb to stimulate my clit.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth, claiming me with passion and desire while driving me mad with his hand.
I inhaled his breath as his tongue swept the contours of my mouth, probing, driving, overpowering my senses. He tasted like unfettered wildness, like a tempestuous wind blowing through me, claiming everything in its wake.
I was utterly entranced by his lips, tongue, and relentless fingers, stirring me to orgasm.
Before I could surrender to bliss, he withdrew his hands and mouth and looked into my eyes.
“I want you,” I mewled like a wildcat. “I want you inside me so badly.”
“Not yet,” he said, smiling at me wickedly. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, savoring my taste. “You taste like heaven, Olivia.”
I let out a moan, wanting those fingers back inside of me.
He removed my dress, pushing it down to the floor.
I stood there, overcome with shyness.
Roman stalked around me, claiming me with his eyes. He caressed my cheek with his callused hand when he stood in front of me again. “Don’t be shy around me, Olivia. I love your body. You’re flawless, and I love you, heart and soul.”
