Page 80 of Greed: The Savage
Addien forced herself to look at him. “You think it matters that I was a virgin?” Her voice wavered, but warmth curled inside at the thought he cared—that he thought she mattered. “It doesn’t.”
His brow dipped.
He’d make her say it.
Even though it cost her, she forced the words out. “You don’t have to offer for me because of what we did here, Malric.”
Instant understanding shadowed his hooded eyes. In one fluid motion, he rolled to his side, drawing her with him until they lay face to face. “You think that’s why I’ve asked you to be my marchioness and future duchess?”
“It isn’t?” she brought herself to ask.
“No.” Lowering his head, Malric lightly kissed her neck. This kiss teased as much as it tempted. A shiver went through her. “But I’ll tell you this.” His breath raked hot over her skin. “Knowing I’m the only man who’s ever had you makes me determined to keep it that way, love.”
Her heart stirred.
It hadn’t been his mention of becoming a marchioness or the even more illustrious one of duchess, but rather…
Love.
That endearment fell from his lips as easily as it had during the heat of passion. In the quiet of this moment, that whispered “love” spoken in his possessive tones, proved even more intoxicating.
Malric palmed her breast and raised it to his mouth. Drawing the peak deep, he suckled her.
Moaning, Addien tangled her fingers in his hair slick from when he’d washed while she’d slept. “Wh-why?”
As he turned his attention to the neglected tip, he slipped a hand between her legs. “Why does it feel this good?”
No. She knew why.
Him. It was all because of him.
Thornwick plunged a finger into her channel and Addien bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“M-Marry me,” Addien moaned.
“Gladly, love.” He rewarded her with another finger.
Torn between a laugh and a moan, Addien moved her hips against his hand. “Why do you want to m-marry me?”
Malric palmed her mound and slipped his middle finger inside.
She gasped.
He’d mastered her body and knew precisely how she loved to be touched and he put that knowledge to use—for her benefit.
He hadn’t answered her.
And she didn’t even care.
There’d be time enough—
“Revenge.” His hot, dangerous whisper stirred her breast.
Her head clouded from desire, Addien tried to make sense of that admission of just one word.
He palmed both her breasts and brought the flesh together, lightly dragging his tongue back and forth over the two pebbled peaks, wet from his mouth and hungry for more.
“Revenge,” he echoed huskily.
