She shrugged. “Eddy is a wild animal. Maybe I’m an animal whisperer.”
“Do not go near another wild animal,” Rennick said sharply. “They might hurt you.”
She started to say something with an ornery look on her face, but a knock at the door cut her off.
Rennick opened the door to an expectant maid, and he summoned her into the room. She squeaked at the sight of the lynx and backed up.
“He’s harmless,” Amelia assured her. “He’s mine. Can you escort him wherever he wants to go? I don’t want anyone to throw him out.” An incredulous look affixed to the maid’s face.
“Tell every staff and guard you pass that this lynx is as welcome in the palace as Reyna.” The maid snapped her gaze to Amelia. “He’s not a familiar,” Rennick added quickly, not wanting anyone to get any ideas, “but he is a domesticated pet.”
Charlie glared at Rennick again, and he fought a laugh. Definitely her familiar. He wondered when her mark and their bond would appear.
The maid nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
“His name is Charlie,” Amelia added. The maid simply nodded and led Charlie from the room with a nervous smile.
Once the door shut, Rennick scooped Amelia up and threw her on the bed. A grin split his face when she laughed—the sound was his favorite in all of Eden. The joy and desire he felt from her was pure ecstasy, an addiction he would do anything tofeed time and again. Gone was the shy woman he’d watched for years, and in her place, a goddess had come to life.
Reaching down, he grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed.
“Rennick!” she squealed with another laugh as her dress bunched around her legs.
He glared at her skirts. “There are too many layers between us.”
“I’m not fond of this dress,” she teased. “Or these boots.”
He frowned slightly at the dress and boots he’d gifted her.Did she not like them?
Pushing the thought aside, he crawled over her and leaned down, licking her neck, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into her delicate flesh.
The thought of his teeth marks on her flesh made his dick harden to the point of pain, threatening to spill too soon. Unable to take anymore, he sank down, kneeling at her feet to remove her shoes.
Amelia propped herself up on her elbows with an eager glint in her eye. “Hurry.”
“Patience, love,” he tsked, freeing her foot. The skin of her calf felt like silk beneath his lips when he placed a gentle kiss there, and within minutes, he’d tossed both boots behind him and stood.
As he reached for the bodice of her dress to rip it to shreds, she held out her hand. “Wait.” He stilled midair. “I was kidding. I do like this dress. Don’t rip it.”
Pride swelled in his chest. He leaned down to peck her lips, then he helped her stand and quickly undid the three buttons at the top of her back and untied the back of her skirts. Turning to face him, she lifted her arms in the air, and he gathered the heavy fabric to slide it over her head.
How do women get these off without help?He would see to it that Amelia had a lady’s maid to help her dress.
Random freckles dotted her skin, and more than anything, he wanted to kiss every one, but there was no time. He needed her now. He reached out and ran a thumb over the nipple visible through her lace breast band. Once he had her back on the bed, he laid her down before leaning over and latching onto her breast, wetting the lace.
Amelia’s hands raked through his hair, her whispered sounds of pleasure egging him on. His teeth closed around the rough lace and pulled to release her breasts from their confinement. They bounced lightly, and he groaned. “You’re stunning.”
Rennick ran his tongue along the valley of her chest, biting the side of her soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. She cried out and jerked beneath him.
As he traveled down her body, he hooked his fingers around the band and slid it off, along with her underwear.
She tried to press her knees together, but he caught them and shook his head. “None of that. Open up.”
Her knees fell apart, exposing every inch of perfection for him to admire.
Kneeling, he pulled her closer and kissed the inside of her thigh. Her lower lips clenched before she relaxed on the bed with a contented sigh. Slowly, he ran his tongue the length of her pussy, swearing when her taste hit his tongue.
Like a man starved, he feasted on her delicate flesh, licking every inch of slick skin he could. His tongue ventured between her soft folds and circled her clit, sucking it into his mouth.Fuck. She bucked and clawed at the bed, crying his name and squeezing her thighs around his head. When he laid on his deathbed, he wanted this to be his final meal.
