Page 66 of Queens and Monsters

“That hasn’t changed, but an important fact has—you’re now my wife.”

“I am. I’m a little scared.”

“And also excited?”

She nodded.

With my finger, I forged a trail from behind her ear to her neck, to her collarbone, and down to the apex of the neckline. “Tell me,” I said, my words breathy on her sensitive skin, “have you ever relived that conversation while touching yourself?”

When I pulled away to see her face, her eyes were closed, and her lower lip was secured between her white teeth.

“Preciosa,you can tell me. The idea is making me hard this second.”

“I have.”

“Did you come?” As she tilted her chin lower, I lifted it. “Don’t try to hide from me. I want to see your pleasure.”

“I don’t know if I have or not. It felt good, but not like they describe in books.”

“When I touch you, you will know. From your head to your toes, you will know.”

Fuck, the idea of her coming with thoughts of me was making me painfully hard. Cupping the back of her neck, I crashed my mouth over hers, the way I wanted to kiss her downstairs. Jasmine didn’t shy away, pressing her body against mine and moaning as my tongue teased the slit of her lips. Without hesitation, she opened, allowing me entrance into her warm haven. She tasted so fucking good, like sunshine to a frozen tundra or water to a sunbaked desert. My hands roamed over her arms and down to her waist.

“I’m supposed to be helping you out of that dress.” I spun her around, eyeing the long line of buttons. “Fuck, tell me there’s a zipper under there.”

As I bent to pick up the knife, she shook her head. “Not an option. If you don’t want to help, I’ll call for Camila.”

“Oh, fuck that.”

I moved behind her gently so as to not rip the dress and began at the top button. Releasing one after another, each one revealed more and more of her skin. Curses in Spanish and praises in English spilled from my lips as theback of the dress unfolded, exposing her spine. Finally, the dress pooled around her high-heeled shoes.

“Fuck,” I murmured, as my wife stood before me in a corset, lace panties, and high heels. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Through the lace I saw a small patch of red hair at the apex of her legs.

“Who has seen what I’m seeing?”

“No one—no man.”

“I want to fuck you, Jasmine. I’m not going to do it in your childhood bedroom with your family downstairs.”

She let out a breath.

“When we’re on Bella, I will make you completely mine.”

“I’m yours, Rei.” Her eyes widened. “We don’t have to rush. We have forever.”

What did she say?

“Fucking my wife after our wedding isn’t rushing.”

“What is Bella?”

Chapter

Twenty-Three

Jasmine

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