Page 24 of Guard

The sound that emanated from Rixx’s chest was like a velvet purr that slid down her spine and curled around her bones, melting away any resolve she had left. “You do not mean that.”

Myrria locked her eyes on his and she shimmied first one arm and then the other from the straps of her nightgown. “If you can sense what I feel then you know that I do. You know that I want you. You know that I want this—all of this.”

His eyes were molten, the whites almost entirely devoured and the black pupils burning into her as his gaze raked her face and then down her body. She could feel the reins he’d used to restrain himself stretching as he teetered on the edge, but she was so desperate for him, so eager to be the object of his unbridled passion, so willing to be overwhelmed by the torrent of emotion he held in check that she could not stop herself.

Myrria lifted her hands to the sides of his face, feathering her fingers across his cheeks and to the tips of his pointed ears. As he released a soft moan, she held his face so that their gazes fusedand their warm breath mingled. “You have to be a convincing husband, after all.”

Rixx pushed her back onto the bed, his voice a dangerous rasp. “Then spread your legs for me, wife.”

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Rixx did not wait to pounce, capturing her mouth again and savoring the faint hint of the wine they’d drunk during dinner. Her words drove him mad, and the fact that he could feel her hunger for him made his cock ache for release.

He loved feeling her pleasure, but he needed more. He needed what she wanted, what she’d demanded. He needed to make her his, to claim her, to take her as if she was his mate. A primal, possessive urge took hold of him, making him as dizzy as her yearning kisses.

Rixx snatched his lips away, his gaze raking through the darkness and across her lush body. He was used to peering across dark dunes and detecting movement from far away. His eyes had no problem with the scant light in the room. In fact, he preferred seeing the her curves in outline and allowing his other senses to take her in.

He moved his hands down her long neck and bare chest, detecting her pounding heart and fluttering pulse. She had none of the hard flesh and ridges of Dothvek females, but he thrilledat her soft curves. He loved the gentle swell of her belly and the flare of her hips, all of it such a contrast to his own hardness.

Rixx inhaled the sweetness scent of her, a faint flowery perfume in her hair mixed with the savory aroma of bread that clung to her from cooking. It was so viscerally her that he had to bite his lip to keep from letting loose another growl.

“So perfect,” he finally murmured, enjoying watching the silhouette of her chest rise and fall and her peaked mounds quiver.

Her breathy sigh snapped something inside him. Need was drumbeat pounding through him, making his hands urgent as he pulled her gown the rest of the way off her body. “I thought I told you to open your legs for me.”

Myrria slowly spread her legs for him, and he dragged one hand down the length of her, teasing her opening that was already slick with her juices.

“You are so wet for me, wife.” His voice was husky, almost cracking with desire. He pressed one finger inside her, and she let out a breathy sigh, her hips lifting to take more of him. “So tight.”

“It’s been a really long time since I…”

“Good.” He pushed his finger in farther, imagining how good his cock would feel buried inside her. He used his thumb to part her folds, finding her slick nub and circling it gently while he moved the finger sunk deep within her tight heat. “You are mine now.”

He could feel how much this thrilled her, how much she wanted to be his.

Rixx dragged his finger out. As much as he wanted to drive himself into her, he wanted to taste her first. He had heard too much about the delights that human females had between their legs to miss any of it.

He slid his hands down the sides of her hips, lifted them high, and savored the sharp intake of her breath. Her hips moved restlessly as he hooked her knees over his shoulder and lowered his head between her legs.

Rixx breathed her in again, relishing the honeyed slickness of her sex. Dragging his tongue through her, he could not stop the rumbling sound that swelled in his chest. There was nothing more primal than tasting one’s mate, and Rixx lapped at her like he’d been wandering on the sands without water. He was rewarded with moans that were anything but quiet, and when he found the bundle of nerves that he’d heard so much about, Myrria scraped her fingers through his hair and gasped.

He didn’t need to read her thoughts to know that she loved him swirling his tongue around the slick nub. Her fingernails dug into his head as he sucked, and soon she was rocking her hips and moaning.

“Rixx,” she cried as she bucked up, holding his head firmly in place even as she jerked and twitched.

He grasped her hips to keep his mouth on her, only relaxing his grip when her body sagged and she went limp.

Rixx pulled back, kissing the inside of her thighs before unhooking her legs and sliding her down until her ass bumped the hard bar of his cock. He slept in nothing, so there were no clothes to shed, nothing to keep him from her. He adjusted her so that the crown of his cock was notched at her entrance.

Before he could thrust inside, she lifted her head. “Wait.”

He paused, not sensing hesitation from her, which confused him. “You do not—?”

“I want to touch you,” Myrria’s voice was soft but needy.

He pressed his lips together as her soft fingers danced along his shaft, her tiny hand bumping along his ridged rings but not closing all the way around him. Her eager touch was like fire in beneath his skin, enflaming his desire and threatening to engulf them both.

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