Page 104 of An Empress of Earth & Darkness

A dangerous smile of her own met with his.

His angel believed that she could command him, that she could demand anything she wanted and he would give in. It was normally true, but if she wanted to be in command, she would need to fight for it tonight.

Emara stood, breathless and needy in front of him, and the most beautiful part of it was that she finally didn’t shy away. He fucking loved it when she was feisty. Confident. Commanding.

“Yes,” she said with a little more resistance this time. “I command you to stop teasing me and just give me what I want.”

He gave her the showtime smile. “Oh, angel,” he said in a sultry voice that he knew only multiplied her desire. As he walked around her, he placed a hand on her navel, and it travelled with him as he walked around her, pulling a shiver from her spine. Torin was happy to see her skin prickle at his touch, to see his effect spread across her body.

He pressed a kiss into her spine and Emara shuddered. He nibbled on her earlobe before he said, “Do I need to remind you that I am the commander, Emara Blacksteel?”

He loved her old name, Emara Clearwater, but her new name on his lips made his dick harden even more. He had to gather his willpower—and fast—to not give in to her.

“You know I will never fall in line, Torin Blacksteel.” She glared up at him, and the magic in his veins screamed at her power matching his. The lanterns that lit the tent sent shadows into her eyes, making them darker, and those same shadows hugged her beautiful body. Her mouth, full and swollen from their kisses, was ready for him to take. “But only in these moments, where it is just me and you, will I surrender to you, Commander.”

She sent him a look of pure defiance, and his heart almost combusted in his chest.

Torin closed the distance between them, his frame towering over her. “You’re mine and only mine. And in these moments just between us, I am going to remind you why you should never surrender to anything but what we have, what we share together.”

Torin edged her backwards so that her back hit one of the poles that kept the tent standing, and a gasp escaped her mouth. Torin took advantage of it, swooping in and crashing his lips to hers. He ripped the lacey bridal underwear from her body and discarded them with one hand.

She gasped again. “Will you ever stop doing that?”

“Never,” he said. “Only if you stop wearing them will I stop ripping them off of you.”

A giggle escaped her, and her hand pushed against his chest to halt his movements. “Take note, Commander Blacksteel,” she said in between kisses, “the next briefing that I have with you, I will not be wearing any underwear.”

A scandalous smile breached his lips. “As your commander, I agree to this.”

Reaching up, she grabbed his hair, but he took both of her wrists in one hand. She wasn’t going to talk about wearing no underwear so that she could get what she wanted. He was still in charge here.

He hoped.

He prayed.

“No, angel,” he said. “You’re going to keep your hands on the pole and you are not going to remove them until I say otherwise.” He let go of her wrists and grinned as he said, “That is my first command as your husband. I am in charge tonight.”

He could see the stars of glorious dominance dance in her eyes, but for the first time ever, she bit down on her lips and did as she was told.

Maybe this surrender was a wedding gift.

He swallowed down the need to be in her as his eyes raked over every part of her. Her eyes were like flames as she watched him drink her in. Her beautiful thighs pressed together, and he so desperately wanted to be between them. Torin wanted to feel every bit of her as he buried himself inside her.

Emara’s head fell back against the pole, surrendering to him, and Torin dropped to his knees. “Put one leg over my shoulder,” he commanded her. She looked down through dark lashes and lifted her leg, exposing herself to him.

With a grin on his face, Torin leaned forward and drove his tongue right up her core. She couldn’t hold in a cry of his name, and he wasted no time in sliding his fingers deep into her. His tongue found the bundle of nerves that had been waiting for his touch. Her back arched, pushing herself even further into his mouth and she yelled at the Gods. He withdrew his fingers and put his hand to her hip, stopping her swaying.

“Keep your hands on the pole,” he reminded her as he stood. “Do not remove them no matter how intense this gets.”

She whimpered as her crash of release came to an end. Hooking his arms around her thighs, he hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her ass, holding her in place as his mouth found hers and the tip of his cock found her entrance. A high moan left her throat as he thrust every inch of himself inside of her.

Fuck she felt so good.

He rolled his hips again, and all the tension and desire bundled together and threatened to explode already. He thrust forward again, causing another cry to spill from her lips, and before he knew it, he was lost to her. He thrust again, picking up the pace, and pleasure ripped through his entire body. Her hands tightened on the pole as her hips met his endless demand, the pounding together of their skin a melody that he craved so much.

Her thighs tightened around him, and his hands firmly gripped her ass.

He was wild and unrelenting as he worked himself inside her, holding her in place so that he could meet her in a euphoric rhythm as she ground against him.

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