God, she was beautiful. More wanton than his darkest fantasies.
And she’s mine now.
His heart and cock pounded with that knowledge. With the rightness of the choice he’d made. For better or worse, Fancy belonged to him—and only him. Until now, he’d never placed particular value on marrying a virgin. Yet knowing that he would be Fancy’s only lover, that she would belong to him that utterly, filled him with undeniable pride.
And hunger.
On either side of his head, her thighs trembled, a sign that her release was near. He wanted to see her go over. Parting her slick pink folds, he delved deeper, licking into her tightness. He sought out her pearl with his thumb, diddling her while he fucked her with his tongue. Her taste and scent made him ravenous, her abandon even more so.
His cockhead seeped pre-seed as she arched against his mouth.
“Knight,” she gasped as she came.
With her honey dripping from his lips, Severin rose over her. Overhis wife, her hair a glossy fan on the bed, her face flushed with passion. His chest heaved, lust and possessiveness combining in a potent mix that darkened his vision. He had to have hernow. Leaning over her, he kept his weight on one arm. With his other, he gripped his cock and notched it to her soft, ready entrance. He thrust into her slowly, panting at the lush constriction.
“All right, sweeting?” he said hoarsely. “Are you sore from the last time?”
“No.” She gazed at him with languid eyes. “It feels good. Keep going.”
Thank Christ.
Still, he took his time, not wanting to cause her any discomfort. He worked himself in to the balls, the silky, snug clasp of her passage an agonizing delight. Pleasure radiated from his cock to his limbs, tingling all the way to his scalp. Clenching his jaw, he resisted the urge to pick up the pace.
“How is this,chérie?” He rocked his hips gently. “Does it still feel good?”
“Yes, but…” She bit her lip and squirmed beneath him.
“But what, sweeting?” he asked with tender concern. “You can tell me anything.”
“Do you think you could move, um, faster?”
At her unexpected request, he felt laughter rise. Amusement and lust was a novel yet potent blend for him. His cock jerked like a stallion at the starting gate.
“I think I can manage,” he said huskily.
He gave into the demands of his body and of his adorable bride. As he took her harder, deeper, she moved with him, with a natural grace that stripped away his civilized intentions. Skewered by his prick, she moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him in even deeper. Savage need swept over him, and he answered her with vigorous thrusts.
His senses became absorbed by the intensity of their mating. By the slap of his hips against her thighs, the sensual bounce of his stones against her drenched slit. By the prick of her fingernails against his flexing biceps. By the deliciously wanton noises that left her, her berry-ripe lips tempting him to take a taste…
Feeling the warning sizzle at the base of his spine, he didn’t want to go over alone. Reaching between them, he sought her love-knot, rubbing it against his pistoning shaft. The effect was instantaneous: her pussy clamped on his hardness, a demanding grip that made him growl with bliss.
“Come again, sweet,” he demanded. “Milk me with your pussy, and I’ll come with you.”
Probably not words a gentleman should use with his wife, but Severin was too far gone to care. The voluptuous rippling of Fancy’s cunny told him that she didn’t mind his wicked vocabulary, and her climax summoned his own. Heat erupted from his balls, shooting up his shaft, exploding with a power that forced a shout from his throat. Shuddering, he spent and spent inside his bride.
When he was blissfully empty, he lay beside her and drew her against him. She tucked her head into his shoulder, sliding an arm over his torso and a leg over his own as if they were lovers who’d been doing this for years. Silence settled over them like a cozy blanket. He should probably say something—a lady had every right to expect a compliment from a husband after their wedding night. Yet he couldn’t get his sated brain to come up with the appropriate words.
Just then, a wisp of a snore escaped her. Amused, he saw that she’d fallen asleep. He spent a few moments admiring his wife’s pretty, relaxed features, his gaze lingering on her mouth.
Frowning at himself, he looked away. What he had begun to build with Fancy was solid and reliable, and he wouldn’t ruin it. Holding her close, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, he followed her into sleep.
15
Fancy openedher eyes to an unfamiliar view: a naked male torso.
Smiling dreamily, she rubbed her cheek against Knight’s hair-covered chest, enjoying her first time waking up with her husband. The easy surges of his breathing told her he was still asleep. Even so, his arm kept her trapped against his side, and she snuggled in closer, taking the opportunity to admire him.
As her gaze roved over his powerful form, she recalled his tender concern for her last night, and her heart gave a silly hiccup. She ran her fingertips gently over the bulging planes of his chest…and frowned when she discovered a scar close to his heart. The dull red line was hidden beneath his hair, the bumpy ridge several inches long.
