Page 75 of Wrath of the Dragons
I slip out of his hold and spin to face him, slowly unlacing my corset while kicking my shoes off. “Then perhaps we should take advantage of our discovery.”
“Leave that on,” he commands, a look of pure hunger flashing across his features. He stalks toward me and presses my back into a wall. Dampness bleeds through my gown, and his lips skim over mine as he tilts his head down.
A crease forms between his brows, and his throat bobs. “I didn’t chase you with the expectation of anything more than your company. It doesn’t matter that it’s our wedding night. I don’t want to do this if you’re not certain.”
I reach up, resting my trembling hand on the nape of his neck. However awful the world may think he is, Cayden has never pressured me for anything, no matter how blatant his desire is.
“I want this.” I smile faintly, and he traces it with his finger. “I want you.”
His mouth descends upon mine in the next second.
I stand on the tips of my toes to get closer to him as he wraps an arm around my waist and threads his hand through my hair. He parts my lips and presses me to him like I’m a flower between the pages of a book, but the only word transcribed within the novel is his name. I’m completely and utterly consumed. He’s all I can think of as the world fades around me. He kisses me like the world is ending and he’s desperate to memorize the taste of me before we’re torn from each other.
I’m breathless when he pulls back, and his pants mingle with mine. “Gods, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs.
My heart skips in my chest, and he looks at me for a long moment before lacing our fingers together to lead me up the slope, not stopping until we’re nestled beside a small pool somewhere in the middle. Whatever is causing the ceiling to glow is reflected on some of the rocks bordering the path. Cayden turns to me, and my eyes slip shut as he glides his fingers down my neck and across my collarbone. I lean into his touch, craving more than a gentle brush. It’s been so long since we’ve been together. I want him to make me feel like I’m his again.
“I’ve watched you all day, unable to tear my eyes away, imagining the moment when I’d finally be able to take this gown off you,” he whispers, and I force my gaze back to his. “Wanting you is the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced. Not even sleep grants me mercy. You’re always there when I close my eyes, in my mind, whenever you’re not in front of me.”
I thought he’d be ready to rip my gown off once he caught me, but he handles me with reverence, caressing the beading on my bodice and raking his eyes over my frame like he’s assuring himself that I’m truly his bride. He takes a step closer, and I lick my lips when our chests press together as he loosens my corset. He never detaches our gazes when the bones slacken and he hooks his fingers into the sweetheart neckline to slide the gown down my body, sinking to his knees as he does. His jaw clenches as he stares up at me. I bite my lip when he cups the backs of my thighs, dipping his thumbs beneath the lacy strap attached to my garter belt.
His breath dances across my torso when he leans forward to place a kiss. “Did you wear this for me, beautiful?” The deep timbre of his voice makes my thighs press together. I nod, not trusting my voice as he rises and walks around me in a slow circle. A rough breath rushes from him when he looks at my face again, and he tosses his crown and tunic aside. “I must’ve been a fucking martyr in a past life.”
I smile softly and step out of the puddle of skirts at my feet to undo the laces on his pants, though he doesn’t remove my crown or theveil attached to it. His eyes burn with unrestrained desire as he abandons them, making me shiver from the anticipation of what I know he can do. This feels different from any other time we’ve been together because Cayden is no longer just my ally, he’s my husband. A sly grin coats his features as he hoists me in his arms, and a needy whimper climbs up my throat when his hard length presses into me.
My pulse flutters in my neck, and I roll my hips forward to glide against the bulge.
He groans, and I drop my forehead against his shoulder while repeating the same movement, but his hands latch on to my hips before I can do it again. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t take my time on you after you put this on?”
I tighten my legs. “An intelligent man.”
He chuckles while walking us into the pool and a pleased hum vibrates within my chest as the warm water rises over my hips. I trail my lips up his neck, needing him closer, needing to feel him. He walks to the front of the pool and sets me on the ledge. Fear stiffens my spine when I take in the steep drop to the next pool below, and the edge is so thin I’m not even fully on it.
“Which you clearly are not! Put me down.”
“I’ve never kept my desire for you hidden, and I won’t let you rush me through this, Elowen. If I want to stand here and admire my wife, I will. If I want to wrap your legs around my head while I fuck you with my tongue, I will. And if I want to bury myself deep inside you and make you cry out my name like a prayer, I will. In fact, I look forward to it.” His words wind me so tight I feel like I’ll break from the simplest touch. “Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I breathlessly say.
He keeps one arm around my hips while reaching forward with his other to cup my breast, and despite the trepidation of our position, I spread my legs wider. “Always so responsive for me.” He wraps the scrap of lace covering my aching core around his finger, each brush of fabric sending jolts of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough. He snaps it, leaving me bare aside from the lacy bands on my thighsattached to my garter belt and a matching band across my breasts that leaves little to the imagination. “It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you.” He presses his lips just below my ear, and I weave my fingers through his hair as he continues dragging his mouth down my body, driving me to the point of desperation when he focuses on my breasts next. My nipples are visible through the lace, and I arch into his touch when he wraps his lips around one.
“Cayden,” I plead.
“Are you finally going to let me take care of what’s mine?” He presses his cock against my clit, and my toes curl beneath the water. “Are you going to keep these pretty thighs parted so I can properly worship my wife?”
Good gods.
I manage to separate myself enough to kick up and extend my leg until my ankle rests on his shoulder, and I lower him to his knees. “Much better.”
“If you take your eyes off me, I’ll stop. You’re going to remember exactly just how well I know how to give you what you need, and I meant what I said earlier. I want to hear your screams echoing through this cavern.” He licks up my slit, groaning at his first taste, and my eyes roll back in my head before I force them back to him. “Fuck,” he groans, throwing my other thigh over his shoulder. Gods, it’s been too long. “You get more perfect every time.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he delves into a ravenous frenzy. I can’t catch my breath, can hardly manage to say anything other than his name as my body heats up. Damp curls stick to my forehead and tickle my hips when my head falls back, and Cayden chuckles against my core as he tightens his hold on me. I’m too lost in what he’s doing to my body to care about the potential fall. He reaches up with his other hand, sliding it beneath the lace band and running his thumb over my nipple.
I move my hips against him, and he growls his approval. “That’s it, angel. Fuck my tongue and give me what I want.”
“I’m so—” My shaking worsens. “Oh, gods.”
“I could do this every damn day if you’d let me.” He slides two fingers into me and curls them and I swear I see stars. “When you get pissed at me, you sway your hips while you storm off, and all I can think about is lifting your skirts, bending you over, and fucking you with my tongue until the attitude is gone.”
