My beautiful wife. With all her edges and curves.
“Claire,” I gritted out. My jaw clenched. “Just look at you.”
My hungry gaze raked over black nylons and up to the thin straps holding them to the belt around her waist. Then to the lace wrapped around her sex. My breath caught, but I didn’t look away. Slowly roving up her stomach to the swell of her full breasts. Nipples taut and hard for me. The moonflower was still tucked behind her ear, making her look so innocent.
She smiled at me. Her smile. Not one of a demon. And it reassured me that I was right. Just because she had his power didn’t mean he was influencing her. It was just magick. Magick, she didn’t know how to control.
“Turn around,” I said. “Let me see the rest of you.” Claire spun in a slow circle, doing as I asked. “Did you put on that scrap of lace just to tease me?” I asked, throat dry.
The wry smile on her lips told me the truth. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted herself onto the edge of the table. Legs spread. Then beckoned me closer.
Chapter 13
Fantaisie
BASTIEN
“What are you waiting for?” Claire asked.
Truthfully, I was savoring the view. With one foot propped up on the table and a hazy smile on her face, it was an image I never wanted to forget.
“Tell me what you want.”
With a cheeky grin, she pulled the scrap of lace to the side, revealing all of herself to me. “I want you to watch me.”
She slid her finger over herself, trailing down until it disappeared inside. A moan escaped her lips. One corner of my mouth curled up. Tomorrow, we’d ride into danger. The weight of responsibility pressed on me, but she was the reason I carried it.
She played with herself for as long as I could stand. But after a few minutes, I couldn’t take it any longer. I shoved the back of the chair against the table and took the seat in front of her.
I gripped her ankles, guiding her feet onto my thighs. My lips trailed gentle kisses along her knees, then up the insides of her legs to myprize. I dragged her hips closer, mouth hovering above her heat. She gasped, but I held back.
“You have all my attention,” I told her. Tilting my chin to look at her. Taking in the wild waves of red hair falling down her shoulders. The soft bow of her lips. Exquisite. Mine. “What does my wife want now?”
My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing. She stammered out a few incoherent syllables. “J-Just you. I just want you.”
“You already have me.”
I bit softly into the soft flesh above her knee, teasing. A contented sigh escaped her lips, and by the gods, it was delicious. I didn’t merely want her—wantwas too simple a word.
“Tell me what you want.”
She tensed. “I’m nervous to say.”
“If there’s something you want,” I told her, “I will give it to you.”
“I don’t want to start another argument.”
My curiosity was piqued. But more than that, I wanted her to feel safe with me. “You won’t. Just tell me.”
She hesitated, then met my eyes. “I know you have your reasons for not wanting a baby, but just for right now… can you set that aside?”
“What do you mean?”
She let out a sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. “Bastien, I want to hear you say youwantto come inside me. Just like you did that night I found you in the feeding tent. Something about it really turned me on.”
It seemed we shared the same fantasy. I studied her face, waiting for her to continue.
“Can you pretend that youdo want a baby with me? Can you pretend that you’d love nothing more than to get me pregnant?”
