Page 94 of Happily Ever Bitten (Underworld Royals 2)

“Yes.” I repeated the action, my tongue tracing her lip in a tease of a kiss. Then I dragged my mouth across her cheek to her ear. “I want you to scream again, Zay. I want the entire fucking palace to hear you.”

She shuddered beneath me, her nails seeking a better grip on my back.

And I sank my teeth into her neck.

My name left her mouth on a beautiful sound, one I forced her to make again as I picked up the pace between her thighs.

She liked it rough.

Harsh.

Thorough.

And I quickly drove her over the edge into a blissful state that I soon followed, our bodies trembling together in a series of glorious spasms.

But we were nowhere near done.

Fuck the after-party, the guests, the traditions.

I wanted my wife, and I intended to have her all damn night and for eternity.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” I vowed.

“That’s good,” she whispered, her body heaving in a much-needed breath. “Because if you leave me now, I’ll kill you.”

I smiled against her throat. “A true threat.”

“The absolute truth,” she replied.

“I approve.” I licked the wound I created on her neck, reveling in her decadent flavor. “Forever mine.”

“And you’re forever mine.” Her blunt teeth bit into my shoulder, causing me to flinch and then moan as her tongue caressed my flesh.

“Get this dress off me,” she whispered. “I want to fuck again.”

I growled in approval, pulling out of her and flipping her onto her stomach to unlace the gown. While I had a knife in my nightstand that would do the job quicker, I decided my hands were adequate. It allowed me to touch her. To worship her. To treat her with the care and sensuality she deserved. And there was something undeniably sexy about revealing her skin inch by inch to my gaze.

It also heightened the intensity, drawing out the moment, so that by the time she was naked before me, we were both ravenous for each other once more.

I took her slower this time, feeling every inch of her claim against my shaft, bathing in the heat of our union.

Zaya was my everything. My life. My future. My forever. I allowed her to feel every single emotion, including my devotion and adoration. My heart was hers. My body was hers. My soul was hers.

And if I were honest with myself, it’d been that way from the very beginning.

From the first time I laid eyes on the broken girl in Caluçon with a spirit underlined in fire. She’d wanted to die, but a stronger part of her had desired to live. I’d catered to that part of her—the warrior I’d seen beneath the fragile veneer. Then I’d watched her blossom into a fierce force of nature, a trait that would make her the perfect queen.

Together we would rule

Noxia Kingdom.

As husband and wife.

We were two souls joined in life and death.

And we made a formidable pair, one that was fortunate enough to find our own version of a happily ever after.

Two Months Later

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