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“Please, Lucas,” I say in a much louder voice this time. “Please let me come. Please help me.” I release a pitiful whimper and try to reach for him, but he’s still holding me in place, keeping me captive for his torment.
As his gaze bores into mine, he circles my clit with his thumb, drawing moisture from my core overtop the pulsating nubbin. My body breaks into a fervent tremble. The wicked gleam in his eyes increases, and his mouth curves in what can only be described as a cruel smile.
“Keep begging, sweetling.” He draws additional wetness over my clit. “Ask me for mercy.”
I gasp through the teasing pleasure of his strokes. A bout of lightheadedness affects me, and my vision blurs as I struggle to hold Lucas’s gaze. Gods, I can’t believe what he’s asking of me. Telling me I must beg for mercy is so very devious and so very…faeof him.
At last, my vision clears, and I find my voice. “Please let me come, Lucas. Please, I’m begging you, please have mercy.”
His eyes flare. “Say it again,” he growls, and I don’t have to ask which part he’s talking about. I know which specific words excited him the most.
I whimper. “Please have mercy.”
CHAPTER18
LUCAS
Keeping Yvette’sfolds spread wide, I dip my head between her thighs and drag my tongue over her engorged clit, circling the pulsing bit of flesh as I growl my excitement. The sweet pungent taste of her drives me wild with need, and my cock throbs to be inside her. But not yet. First, I plan to make her shatter on my tongue.
Please have mercy.Her pleading words from earlier echo in my head, prompting me to apply more pressure to her clit.
She thrashes on the bed, and I peek up just long enough to glimpse her hair flipping wildly around her head. She’s flushed with arousal, her eyes closed tight, her face twisted with pleasure. I don’t believe she’s ever looked so stunning.
Her whimpers increase and she gyrates faster against my mouth. I loosen my hold on her thighs and allow her the movement while keeping my tongue pressed to her clit. I increase the pace of the swirls to her nubbin just as I insert one finger in her core, gliding in fast but not too deep. When I meet the resistance of her virginal barrier, I pause and keep my digit submerged in her tightness.
“Oh, oh, Lucas.”
Suddenly, Yvette cries out, and her moans of ecstasy resound in the cavernous room. Her hands delve into my hair as she rides the waves of her release. Not missing a beat as I continue lapping at her clit, I add a second digit to her chasm and commence a slow thrusting motion. Tiny shudders afflict her body, but eventually she grows still as she gasps for breath.
I withdraw my fingers from her core, then lean back and wipe my mouth on my forearm as I regard my responsive little bride. My heart beats faster as emotion swells in my chest. My bride. We’re married. Until death parts us. Though I pray we’ll share a long mating union. Thousands upon thousands of years.
Prince Lucas Brossnin and Yvette Harmon, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the gods bless your union, and may you remain together faithfully until the end of your days.
The final words the priestess spoke during our human wedding ceremony return to me now, and tenderness swells inside me, an endless devotion for Yvette that brings tears to my eyes and causes my throat to burn. I blink rapidly as I lift her in my arms and cradle her on my lap.
I smooth my hands through her hair as she continues to catch her breath. Watching her in the throes of a long, drawn-out climax was undoubtedly one of the most gratifying experiences of my life thus far, and I cannot wait to do it again.
My cock hardens further as she squirms on my lap. When a mischievous look enters her eyes, I know she did it on purpose. I give her what I hope is a stern glare, but we both break into a smile and eventually share a laugh.
“What?” Her visage grows serious, then she feigns a look of innocence. “You’re allowed to tease me, but I can’t tease you?”
I growl. “That’s correct.”
Her eyes dance with humor. “Well, that’s not very fair.” She sighs and snuggles into my embrace, and I wrap my arms more tightly around her.
The waves of tenderness don’t stop coming, and I once again find myself stunned by the depth of my need for her. She’s not my fated mate, and yet I cannot fathom ever letting her go. Do I love her? Is that what this intense warmth mixed with possessiveness is? It’s an overwhelming sensation that sometimes makes it difficult to breathe when I meet her eyes. My affection for her knows no bounds, but I cannot tell her I love her yet, can I?
I think of our conversation about timing. She doesn’t believe in love at first sight, and she thinks two people must get to know one another before they’re able to properly fall in love. Will she think I’ve gone mad if I confess my feelings to her now? Will she think it’s too soon?
Gods, we haven’t even fully consummated our mating union yet. Perhaps I should wait a while longer. Another few days, or perhaps a few weeks. I don’t want her doubting the veracity of my words when I finally say it.
“You look deep in thought, husband.” She caresses a hand over my chest. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about how I’ll soon be driving my cock into your tight, slick cunny.” I bare my teeth at her and release a deep growl. I also press her down on my hardness.
Her breath catches and her eyes darken. The scent of her arousal reignites, a sweet aroma that makes me ravenous to feast on her slick parts all over again. Later in the night, I resolve. After she’s recovered from the slow, gentle consummation of our marriage that I promised her, I will delve my head between her thighs again and circle her clit with my tongue until she shatters.
I kiss her forehead, then draw back to give her a reassuring look. Her eyes brim with excitement, and she softens in my arms, as though surrendering to me anew. I give her another kiss before arranging her on the bed to my liking, on her back with her knees bent and her thighs parted wide.
