She cuts me off by sucking me deep into her mouth. My mind blanks. I brush her hair away from her face, watching her take me deep as damp heat and pressure encase my cock. Elinor works quickly, covering the part of my shaft she can’t fit with her hand and stroking. Within moments, I’ve threaded my fingers into her red waves to hold her where she is. I tighten my grip as she sucks harder, tugging at the roots as the climax claims me. The last thing I see before my vision hazes black is her bright hair over my thighs.
“I love your hair.”
She sits back on her heels with a soft chuckle. Her pale skin is flushed, her cheeks reddened, her rosy nipples taut. “Is that all?”
“Get up here.” I drag her into my lap. “I adore your tits. If it didn’t mean half the kingdom would see you, I’d have all your dresses custom-made to show them off.”
“Sounds chilly.”
“I’d keep you warm.” I grasp her bottom and drag her closer, squeeze one breast and suck the other between my lips. She arches into my touch, her hands in my hair. Although Elinor remains shy about speaking what she desires, she’ll tell me with her body. Right now, her little pants and tugging at my hair is telling me to get closer.
I rake my teeth over the sensitive bead and pinch its match. She inhales sharply and clutches me to her, so I do it again. Then I abandon her breast with my hand and work my way down the lacings until I can free her of the hideous black dress. She helps me strip it over her head and toss it aside.
Elinor sits back with a coy smile as I take in her underthings. Pink and gold roses are stitched into the gleaming silk. My ragged breath hitches. I’d barely begun to soften, but the sight of her kiss-bruised lips and pert nipples poking over the cups instantly has me as hard as a rock.
“Where did you get this?” I growl. The rose decorations spill down her waist onto the filmy underskirt, with green and gold accents around her waist. Her legs are visible through the sheer fabric, bracketing mine on the wide throne seat.
“You gave it to me. It was in the boxes.”
“Huh.” I don’t remember choosing this. Apparently, telling your servants to bring your wife the best in the kingdom pays off handsomely for both parties. I shall have to keep that in mind for the future. A little surprise for both of us.
“The mourning gowns are so dull. I couldn’t bear not to put on something more cheerful underneath. It is, after all, our honeymoon.” She sits firmly on my lap, riding the ridge of my cock. Silk drawers press against my skin. I hold her gaze and work my hand beneath the skirt. She lifts her hips to give me access. My fingers slide across her nether lips. Her eyes flutter closed.
“That’s right, my queen. We are on our honeymoon, and your only duty is to take your pleasure with me as often as humanly possible.”
Wet sounds and breathless pants fill my ears. I could listen to the music of her climbing toward her peak for hours. This was where my mind was all during the audience with Belterre’s farmers, when I should have been focused on their problems.
There is only one solution for this distraction—to take Elinor to bed until this possessive need to fill her with my seed passes. If I could get the world to leave us alone for a proper honeymoon, perhaps I wouldn’t hiss and spit like an angry cat every time I’m pried away from her side.
But I have her now, and I am determined to make up for the night of the ball when she asked for something she wasn’t ready for, and I foolishly tried to give it to her.
“You’re insatiable,” she murmurs.
“That’s right.” I apply my thumb to the nub at the apex of her sex over the damp silk. The cadence of her shallow breaths quickens further. Her thighs tense around mine, her eyes flutter to closed, and she grinds her hips against my fingers.
“You come so prettily,” I murmur, watching her return to herself. “I could watch you come undone for hours.”
Self-consciously, she brushes her hair over one shoulder, her gaze flickering to mine. “You don’t have to watch. You can participate.”
“I intend to. You so kindly took the edge off. Now I can fuck you properly, my queen.”
High color stains her cheeks. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as my wife blushing when I whisper filthy things to her. I cup her cheek with my free hand to bring her gaze back to mine. She covers it with her own and turns to press a kiss to my palm.
Beneath her skirt, I tuck my fingers into the gusset of her silk panties and rip a hole in the center. Startled aquamarine eyes flash to mine.
“You ruined them.”
“I’ll buy you more. Then I’ll ruin those, too,” I all but growl at her. I need to be inside of her. Now. I refuse to let a scrap of silk stand in my way. Elinor rises on her knees, balancing with her hands on my shoulders, allowing me to free my cock and slick the head along her entrance. Her grip tightens as I thrust upward and push her hips down. A low moan gusts out of her. I’m enveloped by her scent. A womanly tang of salt beneath the sweetness of roses. The smell of home.
Her breasts bounce inches from my face as I slam her down over my greedy cock. Frustrated, I bend her closer until she’s draped over me, hovering inches off my lap while I take my pleasure.
“Come for me, my queen,” I grit out, determined to hold out until she climaxes. Elinor appeases me by shuddering against my chest, her face buried in my hair, scraping my nape with her nails as she pulses around my cock. Violent pleasure rockets up my spine, hot and blinding, never-ending yet over too soon.
Thatwas the release I needed.
Slowly, I return to myself, breathing her in with my face buried in the crook of her neck. Her fingers play with my hair, sweetly teasing.
“I love you,” she whispers against my temple. “If there is anything I can do to help you carry this burden?—”
