Page 151 of The Prize
“Accepted.” He gave a roguish smile.
It was all okayand I swooned as uncertainty left me.
Sighing contentedly as his hand cupped my sex, I raised my head to watch the way his fingers trailed over me and then slowly circled my clit. He dipped his fingers into my wetness to use it to lubricate me further and then played with that little bud tingling beneath his touch.
“You like this?” he asked huskily.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned.
He rose off the bed. “No more sex until we’re married.”
“What!”
He turned and came at me fast. “I can’t even follow my own rules anymore. You’ve destroyed my willpower completely.”
My back arched when he leaned low between my thighs and plunged his tongue inside me, fucking wildly in the most delicious way and then lapping and circling my folds until he had me shuddering violently through a blinding orgasm as his tongue lavished me with attention. He rose and came to rest over me, and he controlled his hardness, dipping the tip by sliding his cock along my sex. The need for him was too great and I cried out for him.
He responded, plunging inside me deep and sure, rising on his elbows to peer down at me and hold my gaze as though trying to read me, seemingly needing to see I believed him, believed all of it and, most important, see there was no doubt left in me that he’d given up being Icon.
Somehow, someway I’d tamed this amazing man.
A jolt of pleasure surged through me as his pelvis brushed over my clit, and I wrapped my fingers around the headboard, gripped it with white knuckles for traction, and shuddered against the pleasure surging through me. I wanted to throw my legs around him and cross my heels to capture him against me but they were still bound by those silk ties. If he broke away now I’d die from this need, yearning with every cell for this connection that I never wanted to end. My soul soared with all the emotions that were dissipating after they’d ravaged me day after day since knowing him.
His mouth was on mine, hungry and unforgiving, his tongue owning every corner as he savagely kissed. And with the same force I kissed him back, nipping at his lower lip, and biting down on the flesh of his right shoulder when the pleasure became overwhelming and I could no longer hold back, no matter my promise to control my release. “Please,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he ordered, lowering his head to catch a nipple between his lips and dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin, sending ripples of bliss through it. That sensation tugged at my clit to torture me more.
“Oh, God,” I yelled. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” His voice was demanding as he plunged into me with powerful thrusts that went deeper than he’d ever gone, his hips working me like a powerful piston, his hard chest striking mine. His mastery was gentle and then savage as he collided his heat-soaked body against me.
His firm chest pressed me into the mattress and then he pulled back and stilled, holding my gaze. “I’m giving you my oath now, Zara. My vow to you is my loyalty and my love, and I will spend every day making you happy.”
“I love you,” I managed through this rising orgasm, my channel owning him fiercely and pulsing around his full length until ripples of pleasure snatched the air from me and I gasped my next breaths until he spoke the words that would save me—
“Come together, Zara.”
I screamed, convulsing with his name on my tongue, caught in the quake of this climax, finally allowing myself to surrender, giving myself over and opening like a flower in full bloom, no holding back, no selfish desire to keep anything for myself. Instead, I let him in entirely, trembling through the devastating sensations surging like a tsunami to sweep me away without the chance of ever going back and drowning in the pleasure of him as we merged as one.
We collapsed in each other’s arms and I slipped into nothing but peace.
Afterward, we bathed in his enormous marble bath with bubbles and soapsuds pouring over the side in abundance and soaking the floor as we neared the time we’d soon have to separate, though briefly, to prepare for the rest of our lives.
Within an hour, I had been pampered and prepared with my makeup flawless and my hair a mass of spiraling waves over my shoulder, and as I stared at myself in the bedroom mirror I saw someone new. I’d never felt more right about anything and becoming Mrs. Wilder filled me with joy. Soon, I’d be joining Tobias on the beach of this sanctuary that had become our home, and with these daisies in my hair and happily barefoot, I would say my vows and become his wife. There’d be no guests today, it would be just us, promising to love and to cherish.
Lifting my bouquet off the side table, I brought them to my nose and breathed in the sweet scent of red roses filling the air with their perfume and reminding me of the flowers Tobias had first given me. Nostalgia carried on the breeze and found me, and though my mum wasn’t here to cheer me on or my father to give me away, I was content with the thought they were with me in spirit nonetheless.
Making my way down and out of the house, I drew the ocean breeze into my lungs and spoke a quiet prayer, thanking God for delivering me.
From the end of the garden, I savored the sea view stretching out in a glorious deep blue with the promise of a sunset on the horizon. I turned my gaze, wanting to remember this moment forever, wanting it fused onto my consciousness. I inhaled a sharp breath at the way the lush roses twisted around the wedding arch and there standing beneath it was Tobias, wearing a white shirt and beige trousers and he was barefoot too.
With the soft sand melting beneath my feet I headed toward him, greeted by his wide grin and eyes brimming with elation as he admired my dress from afar.
“You look stunning, Zara,” he called over and padded toward me.
I was vaguely aware of the officiant standing a little way back and past her, the woman sitting not that far away holding a paintbrush with an easel before her, ready to capture our service in a painting. The dreamy idea, all Tobias’s, of us being immortalized in watercolors.
He closed the gap between us, reached out for my hand and kissed my wrist, and then wrapped his arm around my waist and dipped me. “Tell me you want me,” he purred into my ear.
