I’d dripped hot wax from candles more than once on his skin and even used nipple clamps on him. Scratched with my nails. Bit him playfully. My sexy bastard biker husband loved it all.
“You can look now.”
I blinked, slowly taking in the scene he prepared for us. Rose petals were spread across the massive bed, startling red against the black, silky sheets. Candles had been lit, illuminating the space, casting only enough light to create shadows around the room. He’d bought many toys since we’d been together, and they were all on display, including the leather paddles and floggers Cameron had made for us. She was quite skilled at working with leather and even made the club members’ cuts.
“It looks beautiful in here,” I murmured, finally pulling my gaze away from the décor and returning it to Rael. “It’s romantic. You did good.”
His chest puffed with pride. This man and his ego were too much. I adored him, and every part of him, including the Reaper and Berserker.
He lifted a finger and beckoned me forward, gesturing to the outfit I missed until now. The sexy lingerie was scarlet in color, sexy, and with a slit in the panties, easily accessible. It draped over the chair beside the bed that had restraints attached to the armrests and legs.
One of Rael’s favorite toys.
“Put it on, kitten.”
“Only if my husband is going to wear his leather pants and nothing else.”
He grinned. “Done.”
We both stripped, eyeing one another with growing arousal, the lust already darkening his eyes and causing my pulse to quicken. As soon as I saw his big body bared to my gaze, the dark ink spreading across his shoulders and chest like the warrior marks they’d become, I had to clench my thighs from the slick arousal I could feel between them.
Everything about this man enticed and pleased me. He was a dark god. A virile pillar of strength and protection. But he cherished, loved, and pampered me. He was an equal partner in my life, giving us much as he took, if not more.
“What are you thinking about, my beloved?”
“You,” I admitted. “The man who has become my partner, but also the other half of my heart. You saved my sister. Hunted me when I was kidnapped. Spilled blood and killed for me. You’re a wonderful father to our babies. And now? I get to keep you for the rest of my life.” Tears stung my eyes because I didn’t realize until now how much this ring on my finger meant, how deeply those vows had affected me. “I know I never told you this, but I wanted to be married to you for a long time now, Rael.”
“Nylah,” he choked, betraying a depth of emotion I never would have suspected.
He rushed forward, sweeping the tears from my cheeks before his mouth closed over mine, consuming me on the spot with a kiss that nearly knocked me on my ass. If he hadn’t been holding me, I probably would have toppled over.
We ended up falling backward on the bed, me with the lingerie barely in place and Rael, naked, never quite getting to his black leather pants because he’d been so distracted as he watched me. His hips rolled and placed the bulge of his cockright up against my mound, driving into my clit as he began to move.
I gasped as his mouth trailed kisses down my neck, biting and licking at the skin like he had to taste and devour me at the same time and couldn’t decide which he preferred.
“You own me, Nylah. You have since the night we met,” he growled against my neck, teeth scraping my skin. “I’ve wanted to fuck and taste you since you punched me in the gut.”
I wrongly thought he was the one who assaulted Mimi at first, not realizing for several minutes that the blood on his body was a mixture of hers from her attack, and the men he’d taught a lesson to before he reaped their souls.
Rael slid down my body, pausing to stare at the lingerie, gliding his palm over the material, and finally spreading my legs wider so he could fit between them. “Fuck. This pussy. So wet and ready and needy for me.”
That was all he said before he dove face-first, nearly lifting me off the mattress in his eagerness, holding onto my hips as he began to feast. He never did things half-ass. Rael was an all-or-nothing, full-throttle, always pushing the limits kind of guy. It was no exception when it came to sex or him eating me out, using his teeth, tongue, and fingers to fill, lick, suck, and devour me like it was the last time he’d ever do it.
His enthusiasm sparked my lust to dizzying heights. He pumped his fingers hard, preparing me for his cock, and applying pressure to my clit. He brought me so close that I shuddered. My hips rolled, riding his face as I cried out his name.
And then he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not yet. You come when I’m inside you.”
I loved it when he took charge. But the loss of him, the empty ache that left me shivering from the cool air, and his lack of body heat also frustrated me.
His hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking like we had all the time in the world. “So impatient,” he chided. “Play with your pretty little cunt. Show me that wetness gathered there.”
I slid my hand down my stomach, moaning at how sensitive I felt as I brushed over my clit, only stopping once I reached the sticky saliva from Rael’s mouth and the arousal clinging to my skin. I dipped two fingers inside me, needing his cock so badly I thought I might burst.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you need, my lifeblood?”
“Fuck me. Make me come on your cock.”
