Page 18 of Wings of Cruelty and Flame

CHAPTER EIGHT

VARIDIAN

Ifound it immeasurably hilarious that my asshole father arranged my marriage to a woman capable of killing me. He probably thought news would spread tomorrow that I’d been found dead in my marriage bed, likely of a collapsed heart. Instead, my beautiful killer splayed across my bed, stretching like a sated wild cat, her eyes sultry and a smile on her face that made me painfully hard.

I meant what I said though; we’d take this slow and get to know each other. I never planned to let Ameirah go, so there was no rush. And if not rushing happened to involve me feasting on her pussy a dozen more times, well… all in the interests of tending our blossoming marriage.

I traced patterns on her thighs, pretty satisfied with myself when my wife’s eyes fluttered shut, pleasure in the delicate lines of her face.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I murmured, kissing the ridge of her hip bone before I slid off her body, pausing a moment at thefoot of the bed to look at her, languid and sated, her legs parted, pussy glistening with nectar I would kill to taste again. The sight of her had me biting back a groan, a dark satisfaction unwinding through my chest. She was inmybed, her arousal onmysheets, her taste inmymouth. My wife. All fucking mine.

I had to physically drag myself away, approaching the dresser where a basin of water had been set out next to several cloths awaiting this exact purpose.

Ameirah was so pliant she only murmured when I widened her thighs and ran the soft cloth over her.

“It’s cold, I’m afraid.” I kissed the curve of her stomach in apology. “I’ll make sure it’s warm next time.”

“Next time,” she said with a little smile, her eyes slitting open.

“I never want your taste to leave my tongue,” I confessed, more than a little mesmerised by the sight of her pussy as I cleaned her. “I’m tempted to make you come again, just for another taste.”

“Varidian,” she hissed.

I jumped, startled into laughter when a brocade pillow hit my head. I caught it before it could tumble off the bed and narrowed my eyes playfully. “That’s the thanks I get for giving you release? Assaulted by my own wife.”

“Assaulted by apillow,”she drawled, making my gut tighten, my cock jolting beneath layers of fabric. Fuck, I loved it when she sharpened her tongue and got that look in her eyes. I might love her already, but that was madness. “Are you going to give me what I asked for?”

It took a moment for me to remember. I pressed a fist to my mouth.

You know exactly what I want, Varidian. Keep your mouth shut and fuck me.

I was so busy composing myself that the light brush of fingertips over my cock made my whole body jump. “Ameirah,” I bit out, catching her wrist.

Oh shit. She squeezed my cock, unrepentant. My eyes nearly fucking crossed.

“You,” I panted, “are dangerous.”

Her smile was every bit as lethal as her touch. I pulled her hand away, brushing a kiss over her palm. “Next time,” I promised.

“You’re set on drawing my blood another way, are you?”

“I am.”

She was less irritated now, the orgasm making her surly instead of ready to cut my throat. A little thrill went through me at the memory of my wife holding a knife to my throat. I hadn’t known what to expect of Falael Jaouhari’s daughter, but I certainly wasn’t ready for deadly scowls, stubbornness, a tongue both cutting and seductive, and a readiness to draw a weapon. I’d braced myself for a woman who was terrified of me thanks to the smear campaigns printed in every newspaper in the kingdom. Ameirah certainly wasn’t terrified.

“Idiot,” she muttered, but fluttered her arm in my direction. “Make it shallow; those wounds bleed more.”

“I’m the commander of a legion,” I drawled, crossing the room for the knife she’d almost cut my throat with. “Are you telling me how best to make a wound?”

She shrugged lazily. “You might need advice.”

A laugh burst from me, making me feel light and free. “I always need the advice of beautiful, dangerous women.”

“I think you like the fact I could kill you,” she muttered, shaking her head. Her dark violet hair mussed on the pillow, making my gut burn and tighten.

No, I warned myself. Take it slow, take your time, ignore the boiling need in your cock. We had our entire lives to explore eachother, and I was content with the taste of her on my tongue, but my dick was not on board with that plan. It remembered the feel of her hands squeezing it and begged for more.

“I told you,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around Ameirah’s forearm, stroking soft skin with my thumb. “I’d hate to be bored.”

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