He matched her grin with one of his own. “I can show you better than I can tell you.” Aziel gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift movement. Nymiria shamelessly marveled at him, still finding it hard to believe that a single person could be so beautiful. Her eyes trailed over the expanse of his chest and down, down, down until she reached the place where her hand was still holding him.
He tugged his trouser down a fraction more, her mouth going dry as she watched his cock slip free from its confines. She was prepared to move to her knees immediately, but he was already reaching for the loose knot at her hip. The moment the knot was released, the fabric loosened around her body. And piece by painful piece, he removed it from her—slipping the straps from her shoulders, tugging at the strip around her waist—until the dark, shimmering gauze looked like a pool of starlight on the floor.
His fingers traced over the curve of her hips, the dips of her waist, until he reached the soft swell of her breasts. His mouth replaced his fingers, hands drawing her back to him and lifting her just enough to take a nipple between his teeth.Nymiria’s core throbbed, her thighs flexing around him, her hips frantically searching for friction.
“Is this what you wanted to show me?” She asked, words hitching with each rough flick of his tongue. Again, he merely hummed. But it seemed to break him from his trance, lips finding hers as he slowly lowered her to her feet. Nymiria took it upon herself to drop to the floor, her hand curling around his cock so swiftly that he thrust forward into her grip. “Or was it this?” She asked. Her tongue rolled against the glistening head of his length, each defined muscle on his torso contracting. The hand he’d used to brace himself on the bedpost came free, revealing crushed wood in its wake. The gentleness with which he gripped her hair sent a pulse of desire straight to her sex, her lips parting as he moved her face closer to him.
His thumb slipped between her lips, pressing firm against the bottom of her teeth to open her mouth. “Yes.” He breathed, his voice thick and hot like warmed honey. Nymiria closed her lips over his thumb, her tongue swirling around the tip of it in the same way she’d teased him before. Before Aziel could find his bearings, Nymiria was already replacing the appendage with his shaft, taking so much of him so quickly that the world felt as if it would slip out from under his feet.
A deep groan sounded through the room, his hands moving to her hair and sweeping it aside as she moved that wet warmth over him again and again. Each dip of her head drew sounds from inside of him and though it was a bodily reaction for him to close his eyes and get lost in the pleasure, he watched her.
And when Nymiria’s eyes opened and settled on his face, Aziel could no longer control himself. Nymiria let loose a squeal of surprise when he lifted her into his arms, her fingers gripping at his shoulders as he lowered her onto the ceremonial bed.
It was beautiful, really. Almost perfect.
She was surrounded by rich fabrics and flowers, her hair just as white and coruscating as the silks she was splayed across. Aziel dragged the head of his cock up her center, gathering the slick arousal on his tip. He tapped his length against the silver stud at the height of her sex, hungry eyes devouring the sight before him and committing each flushed piece of her to memory.
“Do you often watch me like this in your fantasies?” Though it was meant to sound smart, her voice wavered when he replicated the movement again.
His brow raised. “I watch you do a great number of things in my fantasies.” His head slowly tilted to the side, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he poised himself at her entrance. “But all of it pales in comparison to the sight of you taking my cock like this.” He pressed the tip in just a fraction, her lips parting at the sensation. “The face you make when I am inside of you—not even my most lucid dreams could replicate it.” Another inch and the first rung of piercings passed through. Her walls clamped down around him, his fingers digging into her thighs as if they were his only saving grace.
“Then do it,” she gasped, wholly unconcerned with misery laced in her tone. But it was torture, in a sense, and Aziel seemingly thrived off of watching her squirm. His arms were around her, flipping their bodies so that she was situated upon his lap. The sudden movement gave her little time to prepare, her legs hardly strong enough to maintain her own weight. And when she finally sank down to the hilt of him, a curse flew from her lips, her face contorting as she gripped at anything and everything to keep herself upright.
His hands braced her hips, his gentle grip lifting her up just enough to slam her down against him again. Flashes of color appeared behind her closed lids, his name falling from her lips like the most desperate of prayers he’d ever heard. He didagain and again until Nymiria was able to find the rhythm. One hand braced upon the flexed muscles of his stomach and the other pressed against his thigh, she lifted herself up and let her weight fall down.
Again,
Again,
Again.
“Just like that,” Aziel growled, eyes moving frantically from the place where their bodies joined and back to her face.
Nymiria smiled, a pleasure-filled laugh escaping from her lips as she rode him. “You like this?”
His hands made a painfully slow path along each curve of her body until they cupped her face. He drew her down for a kiss, his hips snapping upwards to meet each of her downwards movements. When they finally parted, both gasping desperately for air, Aziel smiled. “I like watching you take what is yours, Moonflower.” One sharp thrust knocked a shameful cry of ecstasy from her, he moved forward, capturing her lips in a sultry kiss before he drove into her again.
Each rough, desperate thrust had her senses dulled, her pleasure and the essence of him overpowering all else. Neither of them heard the headboard splinter, nor the dangerous creaking of the wooden bedframe that threatened to give out under their rigor. She pushed back against him, grinding herself against his pelvis until her body trembled with her imminent release.
Aziel’s hips stuttered, curses forming between gritted teeth when her walls began convulsing around his cock. His pace didn’t falter. He merely pressed his lips to hers again, tasting each of her breathless pleas until she was crying out. Her eyes snapped open, her fingers curled into his hair as she waded through her climax.
“I love you.” She breathed, whimpering at the feeling of the slight swell of his cock. Aziel’s hands traveled to her waist, the tips of his fingers digging into her skin. His hips sputtered, his whole body going taut. Nymiria watched his features shift as he released himself into her, as the knitting of his brow smoothed and his mouth fell open, as his chest stilled and then collapsed with the release of stunted breath.
Time was of the essence. And though she would have loved to curl into his side and share that bed with him for the rest of eternity, both of them knew what waited for them on the other side of those walls. Nymiria rested her head against his chest, waiting until his fluttering pulse steadied itself before she finally lifted herself up. She moved forward, pressing feather-light kisses along the height of his cheek bone until she reached the shell of his ear.
“Let’s go save our home.” She whispered.
Chapter 38
Everand let out a laugh of disbelief. “What do you meanwife? The two of you have been married this whole time?”
Aziel shook his head. “Newlyweds, actually.” He lifted his ungloved hand, the silver band on his ring finger shimmering in the light that flowed in through the arched windows. “But that isn’t what is important at the moment. Iaskedyou to unhand my wife.”
The prince behind her sputtered another weak laugh. “It’s typical, isn’t it? Twowhoreseloping. Why rush into marriage? Is she pregnant? And if she is—would you be so certain that the bastard is even yours? I’ve heard about her, you know. She used to fuck every lice-riddled peasant in the rookeries a few years back.”
The muscle in Aziel’s jaw twitched just a fraction, but not enough to be noticed by someone who wasn’t looking for it. But Nymiria knew what that small, almost invisible movement truly meant. “Perhaps you were unaware, seeing as how you were toopreoccupied with treachery to our kind, but there’s something I believe I should inform you of,” he began, the echo of his footsteps loud and daunting as they echoed through the hall. “Every single person who hasevercalled her a whore in front of me is no longer breathing.”
Heart pounding and palms sweating, Nymiria took that momentary pause to sink her teeth into the arm secured across her chest, her jaw clamping down so tight and quick that Everand’s reaction to the missing chunk in his arm was delayed. He released a howl of pain, a harsh shove sending her tumbling across the floor. Nymiria scuffled back on hands and feet, eyes flickering to every door and window to see if anyone had come. She could feel a presence drawing closer, asomethingthat felt familiar, yet underdeveloped.
