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“Maybe another time. For now, I just want—”
He doesn’t need to hear another word, leaning in and burying his face in my neck. I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him in. It feels strange to be so turned on without the chance of a heat coming on.
As though he’s thinking the same thing, Augustus shifts, glancing down with a worried expression. “I don’t want to put pressure on your belly,” he says, gently placing a palm over it. When his gaze drops to where his hand is on my skin, my breath hitches.
Part of me wants to ask him how long he’s known, and what he felt when he found out. In fact, there are so many questions I want to ask—about Gavyn, about what happened that night, about who actually did get shot, if it wasn’t Augustus.
But I trust him enough to believe he will tell me all the answers later.
When we’re not enjoying our wedding night.
Smiling, I reach behind my back and undo my bra. When it falls away, his gaze instantly drops to the mark he left there on my skin, faint but certainly visible.
“Perfect,” I say, leaning in and pressing my lips against his ear. I love the way a shiver runs through his body—I love knowing that I can have this kind of control over him. “Because I had something else in mind, anyway.”
His eyes darken, and he leans down, first dragging his tongue over my nipple, then lining his teeth up with the place he bit me before. Once again, there’s no pain when he bites down—just the pleasure of the pressure, his hand splayed out on my rib cage just beneath the spot.
For what feels like hours, Augustus lavishes my breasts, his hands insistent, his mouth hot and eager. And when he’s finished, he licks the spot with his bite mark, then shifts his hands down to my hips.
“What did you have in mind, Mylah?” he asks, though I’m pretty sure he already knows the answer to that.
With his hands on my hips, helping me, I flip over so I’m on my knees and elbows on the bed. Now, a shiver runs through me just as the position. At the anticipation of doing something like this with him again.
It’s been too long.
Augustus lets out a low growl, drawing my hips up and toward him. Rocking his hard cock against my ass, he leans down and kisses my back, making more shivers erupt over my skin.
My husband, the king.
On my wedding night.
It’s something I never could have imagined. Just two months ago, in that house on the outskirts, checking the window locks and praying an alpha was lurking outside.
With Augustus, I will never have to be afraid again. And I won’t even need to give myself up for that safety.
“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice low, the desire evident there. His thumbs loop around my panties, sliding them down and off. I hear his boxers hit the ground as well, feel his hands kneading at my skin, the gentle tremble of all him keeping his composure.
I love knowing how hard it is for him to take things slow with me. I feel satisfaction in knowing he will never feel as good with anyone else as he does with me.
He’s mine.
And I’m his.
It’s been that way since we saw each other in the club, no matter how long it’s taken us to get through it.
When he slides into me, burying himself completely, we both freeze, breathing in the feeling. He’s so hard that I can feel him throbbing, can feel his knot already starting to grow inside me.
It makes me laugh.
“Hey,” he growls, his hands on my hips tightening. “That doesn’t mean anything. I’m going to make this last, Mylah.”
I laugh again, grab a pillow, and lower myself down, rolling my hips against him in a way that makes him hiss through his teeth.
“Or don’t,” I tease, as he pulls out and rocks back in slowly. My mind goes blank for a second at the raw pleasure, then I’m able to finish what I was saying. “We have all night.”
“Oh, no, no,” Augustus says, reaching forward and winding his hand through my hair, drawing me up so my back arches and he has an even better angle to push into me again, this one faster and harder than before. I can’t see his face, but I can hear the grin in his voice as he says, “We have the whole rest of our lives.”
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