Page 103 of An Empress of Earth & Darkness

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He moved his hand from her hair to the front of her neck, pinning her against the tree. “Because I am going to make you come harder than I have ever before. You good with that, Princess?”

Delight ran through her like lava, filtering into every nerve in her body. “Good with it,” she repeated as she felt his fingers flex around her throat. She tilted her chin, relishing in the challenge. “I hope you don’t disappoint, big boy.”

The mockery made Artem’s smile all the wider. His large hands gripped her hips and turned her. Her ass slammed against his cock and she almost moaned at the touch of it against her heat.

“Put your hands on the trunk,” he demanded.

She craned her neck so that she could look back at him. She raised her eyebrow in true Breighly fashion. “Yours or the tree?”

A barking laugh left his lips before the feral energy of their lust took over and he thrust himself inside her.

Torin was starving for her, and he was insatiable.

It had nothing to do with the fucking moon and everything to do with her.

His wife.

And his mouth was already on hers even though they had just made it into the tent. Everyone had stopped to talk to them, and Emara had been accommodating while he had wanted to shove through them all to get his wife alone.

Someone had set up lanterns and arranged flower petals in the marital tent. Torin didn’t think Emara had even seen them yet, her eyes closed as he kissed her. He pulled the ribbons apart at the back of her dress, and she let out a moan against his mouth that he was not ready for. He needed to be inside of her, to feel her skin beneath his lips. He kissed down the back of her neck and she melted into him, her hands running over his shoulders and into his hair as he loosened every hook on the glorious dress she was wearing. He considered keeping it on, but there was too much material.

As beautiful as she was in the dress, he needed it off.

Because of its weight, it was already falling to the floor, revealing what was underneath. He took a moment to watch her, reluctantly pulling back from her mouth to see the dress slide over her curves and hit the floor. Her breasts were full and shapely, and he immediately wanted to glide his tongue over them to earn a moan from his wife. He could tell she was ready for him—she always was—and he was more than ready for her.

He was hard, and he couldn’t wait to feel her softness. Unable to wait, she pulled at his tunic, and he worked to get every weapon off him as quickly as he could. Thank fuck he had taken off his armour earlier. The leather hit the floor at the same time as his belt and weapons scattered.

“I have waited all night to have you like this,” he admitted as he breathed into her mouth.

“I have waited all night for you to take off this tunic.” She pulled, and a gust of air aided her in making sure the clothing was off quicker, the breeze blowing against his skin.

She was getting better at those little tricks, and Torin had all sorts of ideas he wanted to try with her, all sorts of magic they could do together.

Torin kissed from her neck down to her perfectly hard nipple. A loud moan escaped her as he took her flesh in his mouth, and she fired a hand across her lips, sealing it in.

He removed her hand. “Don’t.” He almost had to stop himself from growling. She should never shut down those beautiful, breathy moans that meant she was getting as lost in this as he was.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed through panted breaths. “They will hear me.”

“Well, let them fucking hear.”

“Torin!” She laughed, and her head fell back as he turned his attention to her other breast. She gasped, and he liked that.

His fingers danced around the hem of her underwear, and she arched into him, giving him permission to take it further. A smile graced his lips. “You are so bossy even when you don’t speak.”

“Get used to it, husband,” she whispered, her eyes shut in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to give to her. She called out as he slid his fingers between her thighs, heated and wet, and her nails scored into his back. He teased the bundle of nerves. “I need you inside me.” She rolled her hips impatiently, encouraging him.

For one second more, he enjoyed looking at her like this, her cheeks blushed pink with pleasure, her features relaxed, and her hair already messy.

“No, angel,” he breathed. “This is our wedding night, and as your husband, I am going to take my time to pleasure my wife.” As he kissed her collarbone, Torin brushed down one stroke of his thumb over her swollen apex.

“Oh Gods,” she almost screamed. “Torin, please, as your wife, I need you to be inside me. I need it. I command it.”

He withdrew his fingers and her eyes flew open.

“What are you doing?” she breathed.

“You command me?” he said, his voice low. “You command me?”

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