My cock pulses under her touch. “Now,” she says.
Chapter Nine
ROMI
Staring into Thorne’s fiery golden gaze, I feel the heat of his arousal under my touch. Time today has felt like forever. It’s everything I wanted—to pledge myself to him for all time, to promise to protect him, and to hear his promise and pledge to me.
Yet ever since that promise was made, all I can think about is finally having all of him. My heart is tangled within this infinity pulse. That connection with him is why my desire is so powerful. Quite simply, I need him.Now.
I’m dripping wet. I can feel my arousal on the insides of my thighs, and I feel empty, and I want him to fill me.
“Please,” I whisper again.
He stares at me, seeming frozen. His eyes hold mine as he bends low and claims my mouth in a kiss. I lose myself in it, as I always do. Our tongues twine. It’s a dance and a war. The war is a joint fight until we can find completion.
He breaks away, spinning me quickly toward the bed. My wedding dress buttons from top to bottom, and he hooks a finger where the top button is nestled between my breasts. He yanks it down swiftly. Buttons skitter across the floor as my dress fallsopen. I’m naked underneath. My nipples are tight, pink points, aching for him.
His gaze sweeps up and down, and my skin suffuses with heat. For a moment, I feel completely exposed because I’m almost bare while he’s still fully clothed. But his reverent and hoarse voice spins around my heart.
“You are everything to me,” he rasps.
His hands curl over my shoulders before he pushes the dress down, and it falls in a rumple at my feet.
“I will bring you your pleasure first,” he murmurs.
All I can do is nod as his hands begin mapping my body. I lose myself in sensation. He is so big and strong. His big hands cup my breasts, teasing my nipples. I feel the sharp suction of his mouth on one nipple and then the other. His fingers tease into my slippery core, filling and stretching me before he slides my hips on the bed.
I fall back on my elbows as he pushes my knees apart, whispering, “Your pussy is beautiful. I love that it’s so wet for me.”
While my breath comes in ragged pants, he brings his mouth to my sex. I’m crying out as he fucks me with his fingers and his tongue. My orgasm hits me abruptly, in a noisy burst, and I cry out his name, a prayer on my lips.
Seconds later, he rises, and I sit up slightly because I need to see him. He strips down, and his skin is shimmering with gold light flashing. His tail flexes behind him, and I stare at his length, uncertain for the first time how he can fit inside me.
“I promise I’ll be gentle,” he says when my eyes lift to his.
His seed drips out of the tip onto my pussy as he stands in front of me. I want to taste him, so I do. Leaning forward, I slide my tongue over my lips and murmur, “Mmm,” at the tangy, salty flavor.
“Do you want more?” he asks.
“Yes.” I suck his length into my mouth.
I love the way the flavor breaks across my tongue. Even though I’ve never done this before, he seems to like everything I do. His fingers grip my hair tightly, the sting on my scalp welcome.
He praises, “Yes, Romi, you’re perfect, my love.”
I break free to look up at him, and he says, “I need to be inside you.”
I shimmy back on the bed and spread my knees. His seed drips all over me, the sight deeply arousing. He curls one of his big palms around his thick length and smears it over my pussy, and we watch together.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I lift my eyes to his. “I’m going to make you mine.”
“Please,” I whisper.
We watch together as he nestles his thick crown in my pink folds. He slowly begins to fill me, and I stretch around him. The pressure is intense, but between my arousal and his cum-covered shaft, there’s very little friction. I feel when he reaches my barrier.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispers.
