Page 113 of Savage Empire
There’s only a small beat of silence. And then:
“I want orgasms.”
My pen stills, eyes lifting from the paper to meet hers. Rayna’s expression is composed, but the rapid rising and falling of her heartbeat in her neck gives away her nervousness. She may put on a brave face, but she’s still a human untrained in keeping her physical composure.
“Care to elaborate on that,micina?”
She ignores the nickname, only offering a small scowl at the sound of it. Folding her hands on the table, Rayna attempts to remain formal and professional as she clarifies her utterly informal request.
“If one of our main goals of this marriage is to produce an heir, I want orgasms.” She swallows, trying to portray an even and controlled tone. “I refuse to be bred like a broodmare without receiving pleasure in exchange. I want to enjoy sex, even if it’s with you.”
Even if it’s with you.
The fucking mouth on this woman.
“You want me to write your guaranteed pleasure into our marriage contract? The contract that my father would read, review, and sign?”
Rayna lifts a shoulder. “The man has ten children, I’m sure he’s familiar with the mechanics of making babies. I doubt my desire to enjoy the process will scandalize him.”
Point taken.
“You seem argumentative,” she continues, narrowing her eyes. “Do you have a problem with my request or your ability to perform the task?”
The fuckingcheekof her.
“I neither have a problem with your request, nor do I lack any confidence in my ability to fulfill it. I’m simply surprised you’ve become so bold overnight, Miss Todorova. Mere hours ago you were scandalized by the idea of procreating with me, and now here you are, petitioning to writhe beneath me in ecstasy while we try for a baby.”
“I was notscandalized. I was shocked by the idea of a man I shot trying to marry and fuck me moments after said assault,” she argues, sniffing.
“What’s a little bloodshed between friends?” I shrug. “You looked nice with a gun in your hands, love.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“So, you prefermicina?”
“I prefer you stop taunting me.” Rayna huffs. “Back to my point. Orgasms are on my will not give up list. If you can’t accommodate, then it seems this meeting has run its course.”
I can beveryaccommodating, and if she doesn’t cease trying to bait me, I’ll gladly show her just how much her request doesn’t deter me.
“Any particular way you’d like me to write your demand?”
She smiles, bright and wide like she’s won a battle. “I believe I want the exact wording in the contract to beApollo agrees that he cannot come inside of Rayna, unless she has already come on him first.”
My cock twitches in my slacks and stomach stirs with heat. The temptation to bend her over the table grows to a nearly unbearable level. I’ve been thinking about how she would feel wrapped around me since I had my tongue down her throat sixteen days, and four hours ago.
“Your condition is noted and accepted,” I tell her, watching surprise light up behind her eyes. She was either expecting a fight or some kind of push back on my end, but she couldn’t be more wrong.
Sex is much more satisfying when both parties are consumed by it.
“Just like that?” she sputters.
Calmly, I agree. “Just like that.”
“How do you even know you can fulfill it?” she demands hotly. “What if I’m really difficult to please. What if I’m unresponsive to your efforts? Do you plan to give up if I take more than five minutes?”
“One,” I start, lifting a finger. “I’ve made you whimper with mere kisses, Rayna. You’re not unresponsive to myefforts.”
“I—”
