He stops, staring at me for a second before he throws his head back with a laugh that warms my heart. “Well, no one’s ever said that to me.” Which in itself should be a crime. Someone who looks as scrumptious as him deserves to know it.
“So…do we talk first?” I ask, trying to slide my hands into my pockets before I realize I don’t have any.
“You’re nervous.”
“W-what? Of course not. Why would I be nervous? We’ve already had sex before. I just thought we’d talk first. You know, there’s so much ground we need to cover about this marriage business, since we’re both new to it and everything.”
“You are nervous,” he says with a wicked grin that sends a rush of wetness to my sex. “Why are you nervous?”
“I’m not.”
I swallow hard when he crosses the distance between us and reaches out to trace his fingertips over my hair and to my neck. I hiss as heat spreads to my tummy and sex like a firestorm.
“I’m going to make love to you, angel,” he rasps, sliding his other hand around my waist and pulling me flush against him. “I promise to make our first night as a married couple memorable for you.”
I bring my trembling hands to his wet chest and slick them up and down his muscles. “For us,” I whisper, sliding a hand up and around his shoulders. “It’s your wedding night too.”
“Damn right,” he growls, gently pushing down onto the bed. “Which means I get to treat myself to the taste of you.”
“What?”
There’s a wicked grin on his face when he kneels beside the bed and nudges my legs apart. I find it odd that despite being on his knees, he still looks very much in control. Heck, he looks like a whole Viking with those damp shoulders rippling beautifully with power and that face…those icy blue eyes burning with desire. Commanding my attention in ways nothing ever has before.
“I must have saved an entire nation in my previous life for the universe to gift you to me, angel,” he says, pushing my dress up my thighs and urging my legs up so my heels are on the edge of the bed, exposing my naked sex to him. “And now I get to touch and kiss you like this because you’re mine. On paper andin reality.” He leans down and kisses my naked thigh, leaving me speechless with his touch and words.
I love him.
I must be the only bride in the entire world who’s afraid of confessing her love to her husband on the off chance that he doesn’t feel the same way. The affection he has for me…I’m not sure it’s love.
Attraction, most definitely. The chemistry between us has always been there, but the reason behind our marriage points to the strongest emotion being gratitude.
I don’t need his gratitude.
Just his love.
So for tonight, I’ll assume he loves me. As he touches me the way a man touches a wife, I allow myself to believe that it’s because he’s as deeply in love with me as I am with him. And since I’m afraid to say the words out loud and make the moment awkward, I settle on something different but close enough to a love confession.
“You’re mine too,” I tell him.
“Just yours, baby.” His breath caresses the inside of my thighs in the most tantalizing of feelings. When he kisses my skin, my sex contracts in anticipation of those lips on me. “I’m going to lick your tight little pussy and get you all wet and ready for me.” My fingers clutch the sheets as his lips move up, slowly teasing me.
“Hmm, you smell so good, baby,” he grinds out, inhaling deeply against the side of my thigh and nuzzling my skin. He moves to kiss the other thigh, completely ignoring my sex and the ache his teasing is bringing. “I could spend a lifetime buriedbetween your legs, losing myself to the sweet smell of your pussy.”
“Hawk…touch me, please.”
“What’s the rush?” He chuckles, nipping gently at my skin with his teeth. “We have all night.”
Surely he doesn’t intend to do this all night? I don’t think I’ll survive another five minutes of this, let alone all night. “Please,” I whine, jolting when he slides his thumb between my sodden folds, crying out when the digit grazes my clit. “Oh God!”
“You like that?” he rasps against my skin, rubbing his thumb in slow, torturous circles that cause my sex to burn with need. But it’s nothing like the heat that spreads through to my toes when he leans in and licks me. Long and deep. Dragging his tongue over the wet valley of my sex as his thumb stays on my clit.
“Fuuuck, how do you always taste better every time?” he growls before dipping his tongue between my feminine lips and giving me so much pleasure it borders on pain.
“Oh God! Oh…Hawk,” I pant, writhing helplessly on the bed, causing him to grab my hips and keep me in place.
It’s torture. Agonizing. The way he touches me, his breath heavy against me as he laps at my sex like a feral animal, teasing my clit until I’m sobbing for release. Every inch of my body is trembling when I feel the press of his thick digit on my opening, teasing the spot for a moment before thrusting in, and I orgasm on the spot. A burst of pleasure spreads through my body, causing my back to arch off the bed and drawing a strangled cry out of me.
He pulls me back down. “Again,” he growls as he starts thrusting his thick digit faster, in and out of my sensitive sex. I’msobbing when he finds the pleasure point inside of me and teases it unforgivably. Soon, the room is filled with my moans and the wet, obscene sound of his finger thrusting fervently in and out of me.
