Page 147 of Queen of the Crimson Throne

“You don’t have to say anything back. I just want you to know.”

I fisted the fabric of his shirt. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”

“It’s terrifying isn’t it.”

I nodded against his forehead.

“Take all the time you need, Lennox. I’ll still be here when you’re ready.” He kissed my forehead.

I closed my eyes as his lips moved to my temple, my ear, my neck.

Lower and lower his lips moved until he reached the fabric of my dress.

He bunched the fabric at my waist. “Lift up.”

I obliged, lifting my hips so he could remove the garment, leaving me in nothing but red lace undergarments.

His gaze heated. “Please tell me you picked this color for me.” He grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him.

I smirked. “You may have been on my mind when I picked them out.” He groaned and pressed his head against my stomach.

“Dangerous devious creature.” He nipped at my stomach with his fangs.

“Are you going to feed from me tonight?”

“If that’s what you want, I might be able to oblige.” Myblood heated. “Perhaps I’ll try biting you somewhere else tonight. Maybe here?” He scraped his fangs along my inner thigh, and I whimpered.

He smirked as he rose up, grazing his knuckles over the fabric of my undergarment covering my center. “Or maybe here. This seems like it might be a sensitive area.”

His fingers moved again, dancing up my collarbone until his finger caressed up and down the delicate skin of my neck, over my thrumming pulse.

“We both know how much you love it when I bite you here.” His tongue lapped at the skin where his fingers had been before his mouth clamped down and he sucked hard.

“But I might like to mark a different part of you tonight.”

He moved back down my body. His hands skating across my thighs as he spread my legs apart farther—making room for himself as he kneeled between them.

“What if I start here?” My hips jolted off the bed at the feel of his knuckles dragging across my center through the lace. “You like that, hmm?”

I nodded, not being able to form words as desire overwhelmed my senses.

“Luka, please,” I whimpered as he continued to stroke me through my undergarment, his thumb pressing into the soaked fabric.

“Please what?” His finger stilled its movement.

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.” His fingers dusted over my core.

“Bastard,” I swore. “More, I need more.”

He tisked. “Who knew my wife was so needy.”My wife,his use of those two words caused my pulse to pick up.

“As much as I’d love to tease you until you were begging for my touch, it is our wedding night.” His hands gripped the sides of my panties and he pulled them down my legs.

“Just this once I’ll give in.” He kissed the inside of my thigh. “But don’t forget Lennox, next time I will make you beg.”

His lips clamped on my center and he sucked on the bundle of nerves, his chuckle vibrating against my heated skin as I squirmed beneath him.

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