Back on the beach, Eric had tried not to look. Tried and failed. Now his gaze dipped to the V between her thighs. He'd expected a red thatch of curls, like the hair on her head. She was hairless. Her flesh glistened there, as though she was ready for him.
"We'll go slowly," he promised.
"You've had me waiting around all day. Either you take me now or I'm going to jump your bones."
"It'll hurt your first time if we don't go slowly."
"It's not my—that's not my concern. It shouldn't be your concern, either."
"Your comfort, your pleasure, your happiness—those will always be my first concerns."
She smiled at him. The smile started as a thing of amusement. Before his eyes, it melted into something tender.
"I'm excited to do this together," he said, cupping her cheek. "It will be one of our many firsts."
"Our firsts?"
He nodded. "I waited for you."
"You… did?"
"Mainly because I was too busy with duties to even consider a lover. Now I have absolutely no desire to go back to my duties. I have a feeling I'm going to want to spend every waking moment being naked with you."
"Well, then, you're behind on that front. You are far too dressed."
He stepped back from her, less than an arm's length. He didn't want to spend another day, another moment with his wife farther away than he could reach. With his own hands, he began peeling his clothes off. "Don't be frightened."
"Fear is the last thing I'm feeling right now."
He believed her. Her eyes roamed over his body with hungry glances. When he pulled off his breeches, a smile split her face.
"Thank the stars you're not a guppy." And with that statement, she reached for him.
"Ariel don't-ahh!" His bride held his manhood in a vise. Not a painful one. Not a fearful one either.
"Siren," she corrected him with a squeeze of his cock. "Either you let me have a taste or I'll sing to youand have you dancing to my tune. Regardless of which you choose, I'm going to have my way with you."
Eric grinned his pleasure. He'd been concerned about this moment, their wedding night. Worrying it would be awkward and tear-filled. Once again, his new wife surprised him.
"Sing to me," he commanded.
"No." Both her voice and her hands stroked at him. "I'd rather have you sing to me."
By the second stroke, Eric was singing her tune. She sank to her knees and added her tongue to the symphony of sensations. Eric hit a high note when she swallowed him whole and hummed around his length. He had no idea where she'd learned to do this. He didn't want to think about it. It was too good. He was going to reach his climax if she didn't?—
She came off him with a pop before he was unmanned. "I want to feel you inside of me."
Eric had no more arguing in him. He was dancing to her tune, and she hadn't sung a note. It had been his groans of pleasure filling the cabin. Now he wanted to hear her moan.
She reached for the seashell bra still cover her breasts and unclasped the garment. Red-peaked nipples stared back at him, causing his mouth to water more.
His bride slid back onto the mattress. Eric followed, prowling up her lithe body. Though she was made ofcurves, he still dwarfed her with his size. By the look of it, she was reveling in it.
He'd meant those vows of protection. He hadn't missed the flare of her nostrils as he'd said those particular words back at the temple. She wanted his protection. She would have it for the rest of his days. But first, he needed to claim her.
He lined himself up with her entrance. Despite what she’d told him, he was going to take this slowly. He pushed into her core, just a little. She made a delighted sound that turned to frustration when he didn't push all the way in.
She flashed those blue eyes at him in warning. Eric withdrew.
