I press my hand between her legs and raise a brow at the wetness. “Explain.”
She bites her lip and blushes. “Malachi needed reassurance.”
“Directly before you said ‘I do’?”
She shrugs. “The timing wasn’t important. He needed a reminder that he’s worthy.”
That fucking sword. I understand the guilt, but he needs to let it go. She’s back. Flesh and blood and causing calamities.
“Interesting timing,” I point out, pressing my fingers against the soaking fabric. “And he didn’t let you clean up after?”
She blinks.Yes, Daphne, my brother played you, knowing I would be spending one-on-one time with you after our vows.
“He forbade it,” she whispers.
I’ll get my own back on my twin later. I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and slide them down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder. I nip at her hip bones and push two fingers inside her. Fuck, she's hot and ready. That’s not all Malachi.
But it does mean I can teach her a lesson.
“I can go bathe,” she murmurs with her eyes half open.
“No need. You’ll clean it off in other ways.”
Her gaze narrows, trying to understand what I have planned. She’s so innocent. I should feel bad that we’re corrupting her one stroke at a time, but when it comes from a place of adoration, it can’t be wrong.
I stand and undo my breeches, letting them drop to the floor and reveling in the way hunger darkens her eyes.
She licks her lips as my hard cock bounces against my stomach. I grasp her crown and place it on the table, laying my own next to it. For the first time, the sight of the metal doesn’t make me snarl in disgust. It once represented everything I hated about the realm. How quickly that perception can change when faced with the right person.
I toy with different positions. On her hands and knees, on her back... choices, choices.
“Lie down on the bed,” I instruct. She does as I ask, obedient in the bedroom when she isn’t anywhere else. It sends a dark shiver dancing down my spine. “Now open your legs for me, Calamity.”
She does a little. I raise a brow. She huffs and widens them, revealing her center to my gaze.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur. “Hands above your head. Now don’t fucking move.”
Her pupils are blown wide, and her breathing comes in short pants. I climb over her and bury myself in her heat. “Hart,” she cries out, her hands locking behind my neck as she tries to hold on.
“You were doing so well,” I growl. “But your disobedience is adding to your punishment.”
“I didn’t?—”
I grab her wrists and push them back over her head, never slowing my rhythm. I feel the telltale signs of her climax, and her hands once more find my neck.
I growl and pull out before sliding off the bed and grabbing my belt.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her throat bobbing.
“Helping you.”
I maneuver her hands into a prayer position above her head, wrap my leather belt around them, and feed it through the bed frame beneath the heavy mattress, trapping her hands in position. Her chest rises faster. I push the silk from her breasts and pinch her nipples, making her cry out. Gorgeous and bewitching. I could be forgiven for thinking she was sent to destroy us, given the magic she’s woven around each of us. But I know in my bones everything we feel is reciprocated.
I straddle her chest and fist my cock. “Now open your mouth. It’s time to clean up.” Her eyes widen in understanding as my hand curls around her throat in a possessive but unthreatening hold. Although I am planning on testing her limits.
Her breath shakes as she opens her mouth, feeding my control. Her pulse goes wild against my hand as I slide the tip of my dripping cock against her lips. Is it crossing boundaries? Yes. But it always is when it comes to Daphne.
“Take me deeper. Every inch needs to be cleaned,” I demand.
