Page 132 of Slaying the Shadow Prince
‘This is beautiful, Tal,’ Drue whispered as he landed deftly and set her down.
‘As are you,’ he said, holding her at arm’s length to survey her properly. She was beyond stunning. ‘I’ve never seen you in a dress before,’ he managed.
Drue gave a wicked smile. ‘No, you haven’t… What do you think?’
Slowly, he grinned back at her, recognising the glint in her eyes. ‘You look… incredible. You always look incredible. But this…’
‘Yes?’
He fisted a layer of her skirts. ‘I like this for its accessibility.’
Drue laughed. ‘Adrienne scoured all the ruined manors of Naarva to find this gown. She hunted down a seamstress and sent Terrence back and forth a dozen times to get my measurements – all for you to appreciate its “accessibility”?’
‘I’m a simple man.’
‘That’s not the word I’d use,’ she quipped, running her fingertips across the width of his chest.
Fire roared to life in his veins. ‘Then what words do you deem appropriate, wife?’ he half growled.
Drue’s touch trailed down, down the ridges of his abdomen, to the bulge in his pants.
Perhaps they didn’t need words.
Talemir groaned as she palmed him through the fabric, rubbing the length of him hard enough that pleasure rippled through him. But he snatched her hand away. His wife wouldn’t be getting her way tonight, at least not at first.
His body enveloped hers as he kissed her deeply, and her mouth opened for him, allowing his tongue to brush against hers. She tasted like his favourite wine.
Talemir led her backward until she was against a ridge of rock.
‘Lift your dress and spread your legs.’
Drue whimpered against his lips, the sound sending a thrill of power through him. This was one of his favourite games between them, commanding her until she was a pleading mess of desire before him.
She did as he asked, drawing her skirts up around her hips, swathes of fabric billowing in her arms.
Longing surged as he found her bare beneath. He hummed appreciatively. ‘Accessible indeed…’
Talemir lowered himself to his knees and pressed a kiss to each of her thighs.
Drue shuddered above him in anticipation. ‘Nice to know those books in the library have been educational…’
Talemir laughed against her skin. Amid the university’s dusty shelves, they’d discovered a treasure trove of romance novels that now lay in piles by their bed.
‘I’m all for credit where credit’s due, Wildfire. But you know well enough that this is all me.’ Talemir licked right up the centre of her, eliciting a heady moan. Good – that was just how he wanted his wife: writhing in pleasure at his touch.
He flicked his tongue across her clit, and Drue’s hands plunged into his hair. That was all the encouragement he needed. Talemir feasted on her. Teasing and licking, circling that sensitive part of her, he worked her until her thighs clamped around his head, until her scream echoed into the night.
When she was soaking, he slid a finger, then two inside her, marvelling at how such a tight spot could accommodate his cock, hard and straining against his pants. He moved his fingers in the rhythm he knew she liked, in the way she’d told him made her see stars.
Talemir looked up, finding his wife’s head tipped back to the night sky, one hand clutching her skirts around her waist, the other pinching her own nipple, her breasts spilling from the top of her dress.
He nearly came at the sight of her.
He worked her harder, pumping his fingers, licking at her.
‘Yes…’ she murmured. ‘Yes, Tal.’
When she said his name like that, a gentler part of him caved in pure joy, for it was love and lust entwined in the most beautiful way.
