“Nila—” Jethro’s touch turned savage, his tongue making mad love to mine with unscripted synchronicity. His touch became a Ferris wheel of caresses and demands, pushing me onto the bed again.
Splaying my hips, he stepped between my spread legs. The moment I rested on my back, he ripped at my knickers, yanking them down my legs. The garter belt fastenings pinged away, relinquishing the pantyhose and leaving me bare.
I couldn’t breathe. I could barely stay within the boundaries of my skin as Jethro slammed to his knees and yanked me closer to his mouth.
His breath seduced me first, breezing over my clit, followed by filthy, delectable words. “I have no doubt we’ll fight and make-up. We’ll spend every day sharing a different experience, but this...this is the best part of today.” His fingers danced over my entrance, teasing me with distraction. “I’m going to eat you, Needle. I’m going to lick and fuck you with my tongue before I fuck you as my wife.”
His fingertips flew to my pantyhosed thighs, holding me down. “You’re the sunbeam to my black diamond...”
My heart billowed at the poetic confession. “Jet—”
My hands dove into his hair, looping through the strands. He lived in my heartbeat, my breath, my thoughts. And now, he lived in my soul because we’d traded one for the other with our vows.
His tongue touched me first, a tentative lick—followed by the wet heat of his mouth. I bucked, my fingers clutching his hair for an anchor. Dizziness took me hostage; I didn’t know if it was vertigo or Jethro’s mastery.
He kissed my clit, moving to my entrance with a pointed tongue. The first quest inside me wrenched a moan from my chest. A very loud moan.
I craved more, more,more.
Tugging on his hair, I arched my hips, demanding what I needed.
Jethro chuckled, turning my world topsy turvy. “Not enough for you, greedy wife?”
His head ducked, his tongue pushing inside me...deepinside.
“Oh, God.” My entire body contracted, begging for everything he wanted to give. The first ripple of an orgasm made me gasp. Yes.Yes, yes, yes.
“No, not yet.” Jethro stopped, ending the ladder of bliss.
I growled, pushing my cheek into the bedding. “Tease.”
He blew on my pussy, drying his saliva and activating a whole other world of enslavement.
“I don’t want you coming. Not until you’re screaming.”
My eyes met his. “I’ll scream. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He grinned. “I’ll remember that next time you’re arguing with me over some mundane thing.”
“Our life will never be mundane.”
His gaze clouded a little. “You’re right. You’ve shackled yourself to a VEP.”
Smiling, I stroked his bristled cheek. “Wrong, I shackled myself with a diamond heir who I share six-hundred-years of history with. That alone means our future will never be drab.”
His head tilted in my hold, his glistening lips pressing against my palm. “You’re right.”
Tearing his face from my touch, his mouth landed back on my pussy. “Let’s start rewriting history right now.”
His tongue dived back inside me, tearing away comprehension.
I writhed as the promise of a release built quickly and sharp. A violent crackle of lust doused my system as his tongue thrust so deep, I convulsed on the covers.
Gone was the patience of making me wait. Gone were the threats of wanting to make me scream. It was no longer a threat but a promise.
He would make me scream—with or without my permission.
A release, as well as the sharpest cry, percolated in my heart like bubbling champagne ready to escape the bottle of my body.
