Page 19 of War King's Treasure

He trailed his lips along her neck, over her collarbone, then over the top curves of her breasts. Her fingers twined in his hair, guiding him toward where she wanted. He didn’t make her ask again. He licked over one taut nipple then latched on, sucking greedily while she keened beneath him. Her legs moved restlessly as he moved between her breasts, thoroughly taking his fill of the lush mounds. Then her cries turned sharper, fear causing a tremble in her tone.

“Gavin!”

He slipped one palm between her thighs and found his fingers drenched. His perfect wife was close to finding her pleasure with only his mouth on her breasts. He wedged his hand between her clenched thighs and found the bud hidden at the top of her sex, plucking it with his fingers as he took a nipple back into his mouth.

She came with a scream he hoped could be heard all over the castle. Let them know the pleasure his wife found at his touch. Let them know she was his and no man would ever take her from him. He gentled his touch, eased his mouth away and spread kisses as he moved lower. The sweet scent of her woman’s mound had his mouth watering for a taste of what coated his fingers. She didn’t move until his kisses trailed lower along her stomach and he shifted to lie between her thighs, spreading her wide to accommodate the width of his shoulders.

“What are you—”

She broke off with a cry as he opened her to his gaze and licked from her opening to her bud then back down, dipping inside with a groan. She was sweet on his tongue, like some treat he’d never known existed but would be the only thing he craved from now on.

“Gavin,” she moaned, fingers back in his hair as if she needed to touch him.

He flattened one palm over her abdomen then pumped his tongue into her as he wanted to do with his manhood. She cried out, fingers clenching in his hair as she went between pressing him closer and trying to push him away. He stayed where he was, satiating his deep hunger for her. He planned to bring her to orgasm again, to have her drench his tongue as she had his fingers.

“Gavin!” she screamed as she came again. He continued fucking her with his tongue, thumb rubbing tight circles over her pleasure point as he did. He couldn’t stop. Every taste only made him want more. He feasted until her voice broke, and she went limp beneath him.

“Gavin, please.”

He glanced up from between her thighs and wasn’t surprised to see her eyes closed, hands splayed out over her head. He licked over her again then paused when she jerked.

“Please,” she whispered again.

Reluctantly, he rose, moving to her side and lying beside her on the bed.

“What do you need, love?”

“You.” She lifted her hand and slipped it down between them, giving his manhood another firm squeeze. “I don’t want to wait. Please. Make me your wife. I want to be your wife.”

Every reason he had for waiting the two days fled. Delaying had never been his idea to begin with. It had been a concession to her grandfather. Not for Phillip, but for her. For Nori. He could fight his need in order to allow her the time she needed to become comfortable with him touching her. He couldn’t fight both of them.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “We can wait until tomorrow.”

“Don’t you want me?”

Gavin groaned. “You can feel how much I want you.”

“Then don’t make us wait.”

She rolled, sending him to his back before straddling his thighs and reaching for his laces. This time, he let her have her way. She tugged them loose then used her hands to spread the material wide. His shaft rose, long and thick, as she freed it from the confines of his leathers. He heard her gasp, and he glanced from the hands stroking over his flesh to her face.

“You’re large, Gavin. Too large, I fear. I’m not sure we’ll fit.”

“We’ll fit,” he vowed through clenched teeth. It took everything he possessed not to spill at the touch of her fingers as she explored his shaft.

“I want to try. I really do, but you won’t be angry if I can’t take you?”

“It’s my job to make sure you can take me.”

“You mean what you did with your fingers and mouth?” She blushed as she asked, making him smile. The woman had nearly ripped him bald while screaming her pleasure, and now, she was embarrassed.

“You liked what I did with my fingers and my mouth.”

“Gavin.” She glanced around as if someone might have snuck in and now listened to their conversation. Surely, she realized how loud she’d screamed his name? His grin widened. Maybe, she didn’t.

He flipped her onto her back again then made quick work of removing his pants before using his knee to spread her thighs.

“I wanted to taste you first,” she said as he slid between her legs.

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