Page 94 of Brazen King

How I found a man so incredible, I can’t quite say. But I fall in love with him a little more every day. And it astonishesme that a man so kind and loving could also be the man who challenges me constantly—and only in the best ways.

As the priest announces us as man and wife, and Killian kisses the air from my lungs right there at the altar, we only have our siblings present—and Lance of course, though he basically counts as Killian’s brother. It’s a nice, intimate ceremony. Followed by a quiet but incredible meal.

During which, Tatiana stands to give a beautiful toast to a couple that managed to find their perfect one—against all odds and even despite an age-old rivalry.

At the end of the night, Killian takes me back to his Seagate estate.

He scoops me off my feet as soon as I’m out of the car, and after stealing a quick kiss, Killian carries me across the threshold.

“There, now it’s officially as much your home as mine,” Killian rumbles, keeping me close as he refuses to set me back onto the ground.

“I think this place became my home long before I was willing to even think of it like that,” I confess, looking around the beautifully open space and smiling. I always loved my parents’ penthouse. But with them gone, neither Tatiana nor I feel like it’s quite home.

Killian’s house, on the other hand, is somewhere I could see living happily for the rest of my life. Him and me—and of course Quinn because she’s family. And considering how she saved Killian’s life, I would call her an invaluable asset to our new home.

He carries me easily toward the stairs, and my stomach does a funny flip.

“You can put me down, you know,” I tease lightly as we climb.

“Perhaps,” he growls playfully. “But I would much rather keep you close.”

Humming contentedly, I let my cheek fall against his shoulder, and I soak up the feel of his muscular arms around me.

“I have to admit, Mrs. Killian King has a nice ring to it,” he says as he carries me across another threshold into our bedroom.

He’s already made room for my clothes in his closet, and I’ve steadily moved in over the last few months. But today, with my white floor-length lace dress and Killian’s perfectly fitted black tux, it suddenly feels official in the best way.

“Now’s what I’ve been looking forward to all day,” Killian growls, his eyes alight with playful fire as he stretches me out across the bed.

“Do you intend to have sex with your new wife in her wedding dress?” I tease, and my stomach quivers as he releases an approving growl.

“How did you know,” he purrs softly. And he runs his hands down my curves before encouraging my dress up my legs so he can feel beneath it.

Heat radiates through my core as his fingers brush along the inside of my knee and higher. Then Killian’s fingers pause as he brushes across the peak of my thighs.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” he growls, his eyes blazing with renewed hunger.

“I vaguely recall someone mentioning they would prefer me to go without,” I murmur playfully, nipping the lobe of his ear.

Killian snarls, turning to seal my lips in a searing kiss. And my squeal of anticipation turns into a lusty moan as his fingers stroke between my folds, and two slide purposefully inside my entrance without hesitation.

“I think it sounds like you might be coming around to my way of thinking as well,” he growls.

“Mm-hmm,” I moan, back arching as his thumb compresses my clit. And it feels dangerously intoxicating to have himfingering me beneath my dress—too impatient to even take it off me before he starts pleasuring me.

“Tell me, love, what do you dream about doing on your wedding night?” he murmurs against my lips, continuing to slide his fingers in and out of my depths as he drives my excitement to a whole new level.

“I want to spend every moment awake, making love in your arms. Just like we used to for our deal,” I murmur, a shiver of anticipation racing through me.

This time, it’s Killian’s turn to hum approval. And his lips shift to the tender spot at the base of my throat. “Making love to you until the sun rises. Now that, I can do,” he growls.

Giddy excitement pools in my belly, and the intensity of my arousal spikes as his fingers swirl around my clit and stroke between my folds, gathering my quickly increasing wetness and spreading it across my sensitive flesh.

“That feels so good,” I breathe, my back arching and my thighs quivering as he fingers me to the brink of my first climax as his wife.

“Good. Because I want to feel you come on my fingers, Mrs. King,” he rasps.

And the sound of my new name on his lips sends a jolt of euphoria through my body. “Say it again,” I beg, hips rolling in rhythm with his two-fingered thrusts. I don’t even need to tell him what it is exactly that turns me on so much. Because Killian knows me better than I know myself.

---