Page 88 of The Reluctant Wife

“So impatient.” He chuckles.

It’s such a male sound, and he sounds so pleased with himself. It should make me scoff, but I’m too focused on how it feels to have the bristles of his five o’clock shadow graze my already sensitized skin.

I feel surrounded by him, consumed by him. The fact I can’t see him means, when he bites down on the curve of my neck, I cry out. A trembling grips me. A climax threatens. That’s when he releases me.Eh?

Before I can blink, he turns me to face him. He pats down my hair, tucks a few errant strands behind my ear, then sets me away from him. I stare into his face, taking in his gorgeous features, admiring those angular cheekbones, the defined jawline, the hooked nose, and those beautiful lips which have given me so much pleasure.

He cups my cheek. "You should head back," he whispers.

"You didn’t let me come," I bite out. "Again."

"Trust me, it’s only going to increase the pleasure when you finally do."

“I’ve been needy for weeks.” I scowl.

“So am I.” He smirks.

"You’re leaving me like this?" I cry.

"You’re leavingmelikethis." He takes my palm and places it on the tent at his crotch.

"Oh." Instantly, I squeeze and have the satisfaction of hearing him growl.

"Fucking hell, Empress." He places his hand over mine, stopping me from massaging him.

"But I wanna." I pout.

Tenderness flits across his face. With his free hand he cups my cheek, then bends and presses a hard kiss to my mouth. "And you will, I promise. But not until we’re married."

"But—" My words are swallowed by his deepening kiss. Under my palm, his cock jumps. He swears against my lips, pries my hand off of him and twines my fingers with his, then moves my hand to my side. "Behave."

I huff. "I don’t understand why we can’t be together every night."

"Because I need every bit of my focus on tracking down these people. I can’t let myself slip up, not when more than a billion eyes around the planet will be tuned into the wedding. If anything were to happen to you—" He sets his jaw. "I can’t take that risk. I need to make sure we get through this ceremony safely."

The expression on his face brooks no argument.

I blow out a breath. “I... I’m not sure I can last like this until the wedding.”

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Ryot

She looks so frustrated and so damn cute, I almost give in. I want to let her come, but I also know if I hold back, the final pleasure will be above anything she’s ever experienced. I place a finger on her mouth. "Trust me."

She scowls.

"You’re adorable, baby."

She rolls her eyes. "You’re turning on the charm and trying to distract me."

"Is it succeeding?"

She goes up on tiptoes and raises her chin, and because she has me wrapped around her little finger, I oblige and kiss her lips. She parts her lips, and I deepen the kiss. The feel of her mouth, the taste of her, the scent of her… All of it goes to my head. I feel all of my resolutions crumble and wrap my arms about her. Footsteps approach.

"Bro, are you ready to meet with the rest of the team? Oh—" Tyler blinks, then turns his back on us. "Sorry, mate. Didn’t mean to do that."

The princess squeaks and buries her head in my neck.

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