Page 35 of Royally Hacked Belle & Flame
DAEMON
Icarry my wife over the threshold into our bedroom and kick the door shut behind us.
I’d planned to bring Alix on a tour of Ellender so she could see all the other countries she hasn’t yet had time to visit. We were supposed to leave for Solistine right after the wedding, but the snow made it impossible.
“Are you disappointed to spend your wedding night in our normal room?” I ask as I carry her over to the bed.
She laughs, running her smiling lips along my jaw. “I don’t have the ability to be disappointed about anything right now. Wecould spend all of the next two weeks in this room and I’d be thrilled.”
I grin and put her down on the edge of the bed. “Glad you say that, Peaches, because it looks like we might have to.”
She glances at the window and we’re both silent for a moment, listening to the howling wind and the snow pelting the glass. Alix turns back to me and grins wider. “Sounds perfect.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. I moan into her mouth, feeling my cock grow hard against her. “If I’m not inside you in the next five seconds I’m going to fucking die.”
She pulls back a fraction, her mouth hovering a breath away from mine. “I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get a bath after such a long day. Maybe we can kill two birds?”
My lips curl up as I bend to scoop her into my arms. Her thighs tighten around me, the silk of her wedding dress rustling between us as I navigate around the four-poster bed and stride toward our adjoining bathing room.
I put Alix down on the edge of the enormous porcelain tub and lean over to turn on the faucets. The roar of water fills the room.
While we wait for the bath to fill, Alix stands up and steps around me. She reaches behind her back and tugs down the zipper of her white lace dress. “That’s the next thing I’m going to make sure we get in Ellender.”
“What?” I ask, blinking rapidly as she steps out of the pool of white fabric, leaving the dress on the tiled floor.
Alix smirks. “Zippers. Much easier access than corsets.”
Alix saunters toward me, the white lace of her undergarments stark against her flushed skin. She closes the distance between us until I feel the heat of her body through my clothes. I catch her by the waist as she rises on her toes, her mouth trailing up my throat. Her fingers work at my jacket,peeling it away as she presses herself against me. My cock grows even harder between us and I growl against her mouth.
Alix pulls back, her gaze flicking to the half-full tub behind me. The corner of her mouth lifts, eyes darkening as she holds my stare. I don’t know what she’s thinking until she sinks onto her knees in front of me and I almost choke on my own tongue.
The sight of her kneeling, half dressed, hair falling in soft waves over bare shoulders, her hands trailing lightly down my hips, is enough to short-circuit my nervous system. The air in the room seems to grow thin. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure she can hear it over the rush of water.
She looks up at me through her lashes, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She reaches up slowly, deliberately—drawing it out, making me feel every single millimeter of anticipation—and undoes my belt with a single practiced motion. She makes a mischievous purr in the back of her throat that shoots straight to my cock. I groan audibly, which only seems to amuse her more.
Alix slips my belt from the loops and drapes it over her shoulder like a sash of honor, then starts on the button of my trousers. Her knuckles brush my abdomen, and I tense involuntarily—my entire body humming under her touch. My shirt is still on, but her hands glide beneath the hem, hunting for bare skin. Her nails scrape lightly over my hips, making me shudder.
She tugs open the rest of the buttons on my trousers and my cock springs free, hard enough that it aches. She runs her fingers lightly along my shaft, teasing, exploring.
She wraps her hand around the base of my cock, then rocks forward on her knees. She kisses the head, slow and deliberate, then she licks a stripe up the underside, circling back to the tip with a wickedly talented tongue. I groan, and my knees threaten to buckle.
I hiss and brace one hand against the marble wall, the other tangled in her hair, barely restraining myself from thrusting into her mouth the second she flicks her tongue out to taste me.
I’m suddenly starving for her—ravenous in a way that feels a little dangerous. I reach down and pull her hair to get her attention. “Look at me.”
She does. Her blue eyes flick up to mine, as she takes me back into her mouth, inch by excruciating inch, and the world narrows to the wet heat and the way her throat vibrates when she hums in satisfaction.
She sets a rhythm, one hand wrapping tight around my base, the other cradling my hip. I let my head fall back and close my eyes, but after a minute, I can’t take it anymore. If she keeps doing that I’m coming down her throat, and that’s not what I want right now.
Alix makes a noise of protest as I haul her to her feet and kiss her like I might never get the chance again. Her body arches into mine, soft and yielding and impossibly warm.
She’s flushed all the way down her neck, eyes bright with mischief. Then, as if making a show of it, she peels off her ridiculous lace underwear, careful and slow, letting the fabric snag over her thighs before tossing it to the floor.
I don’t even get a second to appreciate the view before she’s climbing over the lip of the tub, one leg at a time, pale skin ghosting against the sharp white porcelain. I fumble my shirt off, too frantic to bother with the buttons and just tugging it over my head, then nearly moan at the sight of Alix already sinking into the water, naked and wet, lips parted in invitation.
The tub is comically oversized, ornate, with gold fixtures and enough room for three people. I sink against the back of it, stretching my legs, and she settles between them, her back pressed to my chest. I wrap my arms around her, hands roamingup her slick stomach to cup her breasts, thumbs circling over the peaks. She gasps, arching into my touch.
She turns her head to kiss me, slow at first, then hungry, her tongue gliding against mine as her hands reach behind her, gripping my thighs. I trace my fingers down her stomach, over her hip bones, and she lets out a sound that borders on a whimper when my fingers trace over her folds. Her head falls back against my shoulder, her breath catching in her throat as my fingers find that sensitive spot where she’s already slick and swollen.
