Page 77 of Wickedly Yours

“For what?” I asked.

But all he said was, “Everything.”

We waved to the demons below, and then he scooped me back into his arms again, continuing further into the palace. I knew the floor plan well now—I’d spent the last weeks exploring every nook and cranny. Part of me still couldn’t believe a wedding to this scale had been planned in two weeks, but I guessed for demon royalty with magic, anything was possible.

Either way, I knew exactly where he was headed. Our bedrooms.

“Isn’t there a reception?” I asked, meeting his stare. “Like… a feast? Or a ball? Some sort of party?”

He smirked, leaning down to nip at my ear. “I don’t think they’re going to miss us, wife.” Zain pressed a kiss to my pulse point. “Besides, the festivities will last for days. We can rejoin the party later. First, I need to take my time with mywife.”

A slight moan slipped from my lips as his lips met my skin again, and then we were in his room, the dark furniture and black sheets making the entire room feel almost…sensual.

He set me down on my feet, slipping an arm around my waist to steady me. His scent filled my lungs, theintoxicating aroma making me burn up with want for him, and my core was already needy.

Dropping my bouquet on the side table, I turned to look at him. With a wave of his hand, Zain lit a handful of candles placed throughout the room, bathing us in a warm, flickering light. He slipped the black and gold overcoat off, draping it over the chest at the foot of his poster bed.

Gods, he was handsome. And he smelled like my personal brand of temptation like someone had mixed everything deliciously musky and spicy and bottled it up. Plus, in that get-up? I was a goner.

I’d always been attracted to a man in a suit, but in this princely attire, he looked like he’d stepped right out of the pages of one of my favorite historical fantasy romances. A prince ready to bed his wife. That shouldn’t have increased the wetness between my legs, but it did.

My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I watched him remove the crown from his hair, and it joined the coat in the same spot.Fuck.I took the veil out of my hair, brushing my fingers through the curls and letting them spill down my back.

A wicked smile spread over his face as he caught me watching him. “You know… a demon marriage ceremony isn’t finished until it’s consummated.” He rolled up his sleeves, revealing those thick forearms I’d daydreamed about.

And then, all six feet and five inches of him towered over me. In my heels, the top of my head was level with his chin. His body was unreal, and now he wasmine.

“Oh.” My thighs rubbed together, and my body was heating. Like I was growing progressively more aroused by the second.

“Zain,” I whimpered.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, kissing down my neck. “I’ll make it better.”

What was in that wine?

I wasn’t sure if I’d asked it out loud or in my head, but Zain responded anyway. “It’s an aphrodisiac.”

“It’s a—what?” I was achingly aware of how empty I was, and my skin itched. “I need—” I tugged at the dress.

Off. I needed itoff.

“I know.” Zain spun me around so fast I barely even had time to blink. He brushed my hair off to one side and pressed a kiss to my shoulder before turning his attention to the row of pearl buttons on the back of my dress. His fingers worked at them, pushing them through the loops. Slow. This was torture for both of us. He made a frustrated growl, and I heard little plinks on the ground, and then my dress was loose around my waist.

I blinked. “Did you just…ripthe buttons off?” Pushing the dress over my hips, I let it flutter to the floor.

His liquid golden eyes burned into me, full of lust. “You weren’t going to wear it again, anyway.”

Zain looked like a satisfied predator, the way a cat would when licking his paw. But he was still a beast, and he was on the prowl forme.“I’ll buy you another dress. And another. However many you want, as long as you let me take them off of you.”

His eyes were fixed on the white lacy corset I was wearing, complete with laces down the back and a set of matching underwear I had absolutely no hope for.

“Wait,” I said, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. “What do you mean the wine is an aphrodisiac?”

Zain frowned, a bit of the fog disappearing from his gaze. “It was—” He groaned as I ran my hand down his front, feeling the rippling muscles under his shirt, down lower?—

His hand caught mine, stilling me. I pouted, wanting to cup the bulge in his pants that was painfully clear.

“It assures that the ceremony is completed. It doesn’t impact your ability to consent, but it forces you into a heat-like state. You can’t stop until it’s been satisfied.” He turned my hand over and brought it to his lips, kissing my wrist.

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