Malnaloch changes his tune from a beautiful aria to something jaunty, and the guests begin to mingle and head to the feasting hall.
“Wife.” Solano scoops me into his arms.
“Husband.” I smile as he carries me from the throne room and turns his back on the beginning revelry.
“We’re supposed to—”
“I’m not waiting another second to have you, wife. The cake can go to the Spires for all I care.”
“Let’s not be hasty.” I laugh as he breaks into a run.
Kicking open our chamber door, he slams it behind him and sets me on my feet.
“Solano?”
“I just wanted to see it. All of it. Before I rip it off you.” He licks his lips and pulls his tunic open, buttons flying everywhere.
“Aw, I enjoyed those puffy sleeves.”
“Keep talking, sassy queen.” He pulls the shirt off and reaches for his trousers. “I’m going to tame that mouth sooner or later.”
I spin and reach behind me to unlace the dress. But then I stop. On the wall above the bed is my consort portrait. I blush. “You realize Dilrubin will see this!”
His warm hands run up my back between my wings. “And?”
“And?” I whirl on him. “You are filthy, King Solano.”
“And you are delicious, Queen Emma.” He grips the front of my gown and rips it as promised.
“Mama is going to murder you.”
“I’ll die a happy fae.” He looks down at my body, then drops to his knees and pulls my panties down.
When he presses a soft kiss to my sex, I gasp. He stands and lifts me, then backs me against the wall, my wings tucked in tight.
“Spread for me, Emma.” He runs his mouth along my throat, tracing his claiming marks.
I want to say something sassy, but I want him more. So I wrap my legs around him, and he notches his cock against me.
“We’re married.” I shake my head in wonder. “I married the king of day.”
“I married the queen of night.” He nibbles my bottom lip.
“Technically,” I correct him, then moan as he rubs against me, his cock teasing my clit.
“Shall we make it official?” He tongues me wickedly, making me pant for more and move my hips against him.
“Please.” I dig my claws into his shoulders, and he plunges inside me.
My toes curl as he withdraws and fills me again, his body so perfect against mine. I want all of him.
“You have all of me.”
He starts a hard rhythm and sends flame racing along my skin. No pain, just warm tingles of pure pleasure as he pins me to the wall and gives me everything I need.
Bending down, he claims a nipple in his mouth. My need spikes higher, my body sparkling from the inside out. I thrust with him, working my hips as he pounds into me with perfect, forceful strokes.
When he returns to my mouth, his fangs are long, his eyes feral.
