Lust overcame her, and she covered his hand with hers and squeezed. “And yours.”
He hummed against her neck and straightened, removing his hands from her body. “My cum belongs inside of you, and nowhere else.”
Violet hesitated because now that they were married, they needed an heir. “I need to tell you something.” Roman froze and she twisted to look at him. “It’s nothing bad,” she rushed, “and I should have told you sooner, but I didn’t think about it. I’m on a tonic to prevent pregnancy.”
Roman’s eyes danced, and he moved closer, pressing his hard cock against her. “Is that all?”
She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to figure him out. “Well, yes. I know we have to have an heir, but I’m not ready for children yet, and I’ve been on it since I started dating Dom—”
“Do not say his fucking name, or I’ll redden your ass,” Roman warned in a growly voice that made her clit throb. “I’ve been on a tonic from the first time I thought about fucking you.”
Violet’s mouth popped open with surprise, and Roman slipped two fingers inside. She instinctually closed her lips and sucked. “I knew once I had you, I wouldn’t want to share you for a very long time.” Removing his fingers from her mouth, he used his other hand to gather her skirt while he slipped his fingers between her thighs. “You can stop taking yours. We’re safe.”
Violet took her skirt from him, held it at her waist, and lifted her leg to hike around his waist. He wrapped his free arm around her to hold her steady and continued to slowly run his slick fingers between her folds. He had a habit of teasing her with the lightest touches, and she both loved and hated it at the same time.
“Please,” she begged, canting her hips forward.
Roman dipped his head to capture her lips and ghosted the tips of his fingers across her entrance. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his arm, pushing it against her.
“Needy tonight, aren’t we?” he teased, refusing to give her what she wanted. “You’re not wet enough.”
Bullshit.She bit into the tattooed flesh of his neck, careful to avoid his healing brand. For whatever reason, Roman loved biting, and she knew he would lose control if she marked him.
Roman groaned, and the ground disappeared from beneath her, his fingers plunging into her pussy. She threw her head back with a long moan and tried to press herself against his hand.
“You’re impatient tonight, wife.” He withdrew his fingers and set her on one of the thrones. “I need to teach you a lesson in patience.”
He lowered to his knees in front of the throne and licked a line from her inner thigh to the juncture of her thighs, stopping just before her pussy.
She wrapped her thighs around his head to prevent him from pulling back. “Do not tease me.”
His large hands wrapped around her thighs and pried them open. He nipped at the inside of her thigh, then leaned forward, running his warm tongue the length of her cunt. Violet clutched the arms of the throne.
The man teased her for an unnecessary amount of time, dipping his tongue in every valley, skimming over her sensitive skin with torturous care. He’d tease her clit with the lightest flicks of his tongue, and when she neared her climax, he’d lightly suck, stopping just short of her release.
“Roman, please,” she begged, and the asshole smiled against her.
“Patience,” he chided playfully. “Your cunt missed me and needs attention.”
“We fucked this morning,” Violet protested, moving her hips the best she could.
He pulled back and stuck out his bottom lip. “Are you saying she doesn’t miss me?” He looked down and ran his thumb across her clit and sighed. “We can stop.”
Violet grabbed a handful of Roman’s hair and shoved his head back between her legs. “I will fucking kill you.”
He laughed hard enough to tickle her pussy, and she squirmed at the feeling. Finally, he pushed his tongue into her entrance, fucking her with his mouth in earnest. Running a hot trail to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth and pushed two thick fingers inside her.
A violent orgasm ripped through her, seizing her muscles and forcing her back to arch. He didn’t relent, and she thought she might, alternating between wanting him to keep going and needing him to stop. Too much. It was too much.
His movements slowed, and her body twitched, her legs still drawn up, until he finally released her. The shit-eating grin on his face said he knew the pleasurable pain he’d put her through.
Standing, he reached around her and tugged her skirt out from under her, hooked his hands under arms, and pushed her to the back of the throne in an upright position.
“What are you doing?”
He grasped her hips and dragged her forward, the soft velvet assaulting her too-sensitive skin. “Blessing the throne.”
Violet climbed off the large chair and heated at the sight of the damp streak down the middle of the seat. “I thought you were kidding.”
