Page 122 of The Demon King's Destiny

“That’s my good little mate,” he purred, sliding his hand down her abdomen. “Lift your leg over mine.”

She hooked her right leg over his, spreading herself for his exploration. Marrok’s fingers traced the swell of her mound, pressing and teasing all around the edges of her sex.

“Please, Marrok.”

“I like it when you beg. Do it again.”

“Please. Please touch me.”

His middle finger dipped into her tight heat. “Here?”

“Yes,” she panted.

Marrok withdrew the digit and rubbed the sensitive nub at the top of her cleft. “What about here?”

“Oh, yes!”

“You’re so responsive. I like that, sweet Evelyn. I like that a lot.”

He continued his sensual offensive, finding a rhythm that had her strung tight as a bow. Her hips rolled as Marrok dipped and rubbed, then repeated. He never lingered in one spot for long, building her desire until she dug her nails into his forearm.

“Say my name when you come.”

Marrok thrust his finger in and out, using his palm to continue pressure on her knot of pleasure. He felt her muscles contract and she gasped.

“Say it,” he gritted between his teeth.

“Marrok!” she shouted as her climax hit and she rode the waves of pleasure.

Marrok watched his mate come apart in his arms. Each time was spectacular, more beautiful than the last. Once she relaxed, he rolled her to her back to check her unbandaged wound.

An angry, serrated scar was forming, marking the spot where the dagger had entered her chest. A few inches to the right and she wouldn’t have survived. Marrok bent and kissed the reddened skin, so thankful she made it back to him.

It had been six days since the incident. With Theron’s help,the woundhad progressed enough to close completely, though theribsunderneath were still repairing themselves. Movement wouldn’t harm her, but it would be painful and prolong her recovery.

“What about you?” she bit her lip, invitingly. “You won’t hurt me.”

“You’re right, I won’t. So we’ll wait. I’m thinking until our wedding night.”

Evelyn gave him a withering look. “Are you joking?”

“No. I need an incentive to get you down the aisle.”

Evelyn dropped her eyes.

“Hey, look at me.”

She lifted her eyes again.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want a big wedding.”

“I know. I wasn’t suggesting one. I just want to see you walk towards me.”

Her lips flattened and his heart clenched. “I’m not saying this right. I think I never say it right.”

Marrok sat up, scrubbing his face with his palms, thinking on his wording. “She didn’t walk down the aisle towardsme.”

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