Page 120 of Marrying the Savage

I curl my finger inside her, and her sentence breaks apart.

“—impossible,” she finishes weakly.

I kiss the inside of her breast. “You have said.”

I add my thumb to her clit and begin the rhythm I learned in the study. Slow circles. Deep strokes. Enough pressure to build her, not enough to give her release too quickly.

She tries to stay angry.

I watch her fail.

Her thighs tremble on either side of my hips. Her breath comes in uneven little gasps. Her hands, still pinned above her head, flex against mine, not trying to escape now, but holding on.

“Damir,” she whispers.

I lift my head. There’s a question in her face.

Not about pleasure. About what comes after.

I see the fear she’s trying to hide. She doesn’t know how this will feel, how much it will hurt, whether desire survives the moment a man stops using fingers and starts claiming with his cock.

I lower my mouth to hers. The kiss is slower this time. Deeper. A promise I have no right to make and no intention of breaking.

“I will be careful,” I say.

Her eyes search mine. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

“Good.”

Her brow furrows. “Good?”

“Then believe what you feel.”

Her lips part, but I move down her body before she can answer, pressing kisses along her jaw, her throat, the valley between her breasts, her stomach. The silk bunches under my hands as I push the dress higher. She goes still when she realizes where I’m going.

“Damir.”

I settle between her thighs.

She props herself up on her elbows, eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

I look up at her. “Tasting my wife.”

Her face goes red. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“I just did.”

Then I put my mouth on her cunt, and she collapses back onto the bed with a broken cry.

Christ.

She is sweet. Wet, hot, already swollen from my fingers. I lick through her slowly at first, parting her with my tongue, tasting the slick heat of her while her hands fly into my hair. She doesn’t push me away. She pulls me closer, then seems horrified by herself and tries to loosen her grip.

I catch her thigh and hold it open. “Don’t hide yourself from me,” I say again, this time against her clit. The vibration of my voice makes her jerk.

I smile. Then I suck her clit into my mouth, and she nearly comes off the bed.

“Damir.”