“I’ve seen better,” I lie as Tauren’s smirk falls. “I’ve kissed palace guards before, and some of them had bodies to die for.”If they did, I wouldn’t know. Dragging a handsome guard into a private alcove and kissing him is one thing. Getting undressed with a guard is something else entirely. Kissing is as far as I’d ever let anything go.
Until I met Tauren.
A possessive growl rumbles through him, and he presses his lips to my ear. “These guards…” His breath is hot. “Did you ever let them touch you?”
“We kissed, so of course they touched me?—”
Tauren plunges two fingers into my entrance, and I gasp. “What about here?” he snarls.
“They… um…” It’s hard to think with his fingers curling against my pleasure point. “We…”
“This part of you belongs to me now.” He drags his thumb over my clit. “If any other man even thinks about touching you here, I will cut off their hands. Do you understand?”
Holding my breath, I nod. I’m so close. When he slides his fingers out, I let out a tortured moan.
“Are you ready to apologise for running away now, sweet princess?” He kneels over me.
My entrance throbs. “Fine. I’m sorry. Just please, please fuck me, Tauren.”
His dark eyes glitter, but the bastard just grins at me. “Not good enough, sweetheart. I need a real apology, or I’ll leave this cave and go for a walk.” My stomach dips. “I think compelling you to touch yourself for ten minutes while I’m gone might make you a little more eager to please me,” he purrs. “Especially if I compelled you to stop yourself every time you’re close to coming.”
My eyes water at the thought. “No.” I prop myself up onto my elbows. “I’m sorry, Tauren. Please, I won’t run away again. I promise. I’ll be good for you.” His smile widens with everydesperate word. I’d hate myself if I didn’t feel so good. “I’m so sorry, Tauren.”
“There she is,” he purrs. I can’t help but smile as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He deepens the kiss as my back returns to the bedroll. One of his hands strokes my breast while the other reaches for his belt.
When something warm and velvety nudges my entrance, I gasp.
“Relax for me, Princess.” He lowers his body until his chest is pressed against mine, his cock lined up with my entrance. “If it hurts, just tell me and we’ll go slower.”
Nodding, I shudder. My heart slams against my ribs.What if I don’t like it? What if it?—
“Oh Stars,” I moan. Tauren fills me like he’s made for me. Pleasure thrums through me as I grip his broad shoulders
“Shit, Dahlia. You feel like fucking paradise.” He kisses me again, thrusting into me with a deep, satisfied growl.
I can barely think. All I can focus on is the warmth blooming inside my sex.
With every rock of his hips, the pleasure builds until I can’t take it anymore.
I gasp, my walls clenching around him. Stars close in on my vision.
“Dahlia…” he groans. After a few blissful moments, I feel his muscles tense. His thrusts turn urgent. Grabbing my hips, he moves them for me.
My toes curl as a deep satisfaction pools inside of me.
“I love you.”
The satisfaction bursts. “What?” I sputter.
“I love you.” Slowing his thrusts, he lowers himself to kiss me.
“You can’t just say that!”
“Why not? It is the truth, as is the fact that you are my wife,” he breathes. “You are my wife and I love you.”
I blink at him, my heart pounding. It’s so hard to form words when he trails kisses down my neck, but somehow I reply, “You can’t just kidnap someone, force them to marry you, then tell them you love them.”
“Are you going to stop me?” He gnaws at my skin.
