Chapter 32
Gemma was in a daze. Between Cal’s kisses and the whirlwind energy of the day, she could only be swept along in the current of events. The shuttle ride from the palace was the last leg of their journey, Cal promised, and she was eager to reach their destination for some peace and quiet with her mate.
My husband, she thought with a smile.Mine and mine alone.
It didn’t take long for their journey to come to an end, but it didn’t make their arrival any less spectacular. The shuttle had been coasting over the ocean for several minutes, and she’d enjoyed peering down at the swirling colors of the water as they’d passed.
Suddenly, they shot up the front of a rocky outcropping, then came to rest on the edge of a cliff. Cal turned to her with a smile. “We’re here.”
Hereturned out to be a private estate on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. The lodging there was cozy, clearly built for two, and Cal led her out of the shuttle and into the small dwelling with no delay.
He shut the door behind them, heading over to a large fireplace and working to get a flame going. “What do you think?” he asked, affecting a nonchalant tone she saw through immediately. “Not too bad, is it? I know it’s not as fancy as the palace but—”
“I love it.” And she did. The dwelling was rustic but homey. A place where they could spend comfortable afternoons at the small table near the kitchen. Long evenings could be spent cuddled up in front of the fire he was building. It was the perfect place to build their love nest.
The fire was soon crackling away, and Cal rejoined her, pulling her over to a vast picture window facing the sea. “Isn’t it lovely?”
“It is,” she murmured. “The waves. The clouds.”
“The silence. The absence of other people. No distractions. No interruptions.” He planted a kiss on her exposed shoulder. “Just you and me and the lust we’re going to spend ten whole days trying to sate.”
“Impossible,” she said with a cheeky grin. “You know our lust grows at an exponential rate. The more that we do it—”
“The more that we want to do it,” he said, finishing her sentence with a laugh. “You don’t know how right you are, sweetheart.” Turning her to face him, he cupped her cheek. “I love you, Gemmaline Vartik, and I plan to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much.”
He kissed her, and it was heartbreakingly tender. Until it wasn’t. The lust he’d mentioned was rising fast, and it wasn’t long before he pulled her over to the wide couch in front of the fire.
“This dress is gorgeous,” he said, then bent to grab the hem. “But you look better without it.” It was off in a flash, and Cal’s eyes were almost falling out of his head.
“By all the gods in the seven known galaxies,” he breathed. “Woman, you are sheer perfection.”
Her sisters-in-law had had a special gift for her that morning, one they’d insisted on her wearing underneath her wedding gown. He’d revealed that gift now, in the form of a daring red bustier and matching lace panties.
Cal was practically drooling just looking at her. “Oh, little girl, I’m going to eat you alive.” He kissed his way along her neck, his touch already arousing her. When he nibbled her ear, she shivered.
“You have no idea of the things I’m going to do to you,” he breathed, setting her imagination on fire.
When he reached the panties, he teased her first, licking her through them, taunting her with half the sensation of his tongue, half the soft fabric. She was so wet, and she pressed her hips upward, trying to draw him in deeper.
Finally, with infinite slowness, he removed her panties and licked her in earnest. Gemma’s head fell back. He was so good with his mouth, she thought she would die from the pleasure he wrought.
But today was something more. There was this feeling between them, this intensity that was ramping up every sensation. He’d only been licking her for a minute before she erupted beneath him, crying out her climax.
“Yes,” he said triumphantly. “Give me all of your pleasure! It belongs to me!”
He set back to licking, this time gently probing her with his finger. The sensation, so quickly following her climax, had her orgasming again in a matter of moments.
“Cal!” she screamed, her legs shaking. What power did he have over her? It was as if he controlled her body, made it experience things that no other could have.
“Yes, my darling,” he murmured. “Scream my name again.” He bent back to his work, his finger increasing its pace, his tongue licking around her sensitive bud.
Gemma couldn’t stop shaking. It was too much, too powerful. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and she exploded, screaming out her pleasure in a wordless moan.
“Please,” she begged afterward, weak and trembling. “No more.”
Cal pulled himself up and kissed her. Gemma could taste herself faintly on his lips and the realization aroused her once more. “I’m just getting started, little girl,” he said, then kissed her again.
She felt his cock probing at her entrance and sighed when he entered her, longing to feel that fullness inside her. But again, he insisted on torturing her. He thrust in with short, shallow strokes bent on teasing her.
