Chapter 45
· Aubrey ·
As we cross the threshold of our bedroom, I find myself excited that the wedding reception is over because that means I get Soren all to myself.
I can finally take this dress off which is hard to breathe in.
Soren kicks the door shut behind us before dropping me on the bed, a seductive smile on his lips.
His eyes glow with anticipation, mirroring my own excitement as he undoes his buttons on his shirt. “Now I have you all to myself,” he purrs.
“Yes,” I agree breathlessly, my eyes unable to tear themselves away from the sight of his muscular chest as it’s finally revealed. His shirt discarded, he turns his attention to my wedding dress.
Soren advances toward me with that same seductive smile.
He brings his hands to the lace corset of my dress, fingers teasing over the intricate details before unhooking it one clasp at a time.
Each hook undone sends a thrill coursing through me, heightening my senses until I’m hyper aware of everything around me: the way Soren smells of musk and rum, how he gazes intently into my eyes as if I am his world.
As he finally undoes the last clasp, he rips me forward so I’m standing in front of him and helps me out of the gown, a sigh of relief escapes my lips.
The layers of fabric fall around us on the floor in a pool of satin and lace.
He pulls me closer, his lips grazing against the curve of my neck.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Forever and always,” he whispers, pressing his lips to his mark on my neck.
The sensation of his warm breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine. I gasp as his fingers trace the delicate lace of my lingerie, light as a feather yet electrifying every nerve. His touch ignites a flame inside me, desire burning hot as he slowly explores every curve, every angle of my body.
I reach out to him, my own hands eager to explore his now bare chest. The feel of his hard muscles under my fingertips is both exhilarating and arousing.
Soren leans in, capturing my lips with his in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. His hands roam lower, eliciting a soft moan from me as he hooks his fingers in the back of my bra.
With a sudden swift motion, he unclasps it, before tossing it aside. His gaze roams hungrily over my breasts and his eyes flicker to the beast he can become.
I arch into him, potent desire coursing through my veins.
His hands slide down to the small of my back, pulling me tightly against him.
His rough fingers trace a path along my bare skin, causing a shiver to course through me only to pause at the thong I am wearing.
His claws slip out, severing the thin fabric and they fall at my ankles before he captures my lips.
Kissing me deeply, his claws graze gently over the inside of my thigh, brushing my slit and I gasp.
Only he nudges my feet apart with his foot.
I pull away when I feel his claws part my lower lips. A gasp escapes me when he plunges two fingers inside me. Only instead of sharp claws it’s his warm fingers.
“My,” he purrs against my neck, the vibrations sending tremors down my spine. “Aren’t you wet for me.” His voice is husky with lust. His fingers curl gently within me, teasing against all the right spots that have me biting my lip to contain the moans begging to slip free.
“Soren...” I murmur his name against the shell of his ear before the bond urges me closer and makes me trace a slow line with my tongue along his jawline to his lips.
The taste of him, euphoria in its purest form, intoxicates me, fogging my senses.
As if possessed, my hands move over his chest and abs, trailing the dips and curves of his well-sculpted muscles.
Soren pulls away slightly, his gaze darkening when he realizes my senses are overwhelmed.
His beastlike gaze never gets old or scares me.
Brushing my hair back, he trails kisses down my throat until he reaches the hollow between my breasts.
He lingers there for a moment, teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive skin before venturing farther.
His hands slide up my waist to cradle my breasts, thumbs rolling over the peaked nipples.
I can hardly keep the whimper in. The sensation of his mouth on me is indescribable; his teeth and tongue drawing gasps from me every time he bites or licks.
My skin is heating, my blood boiling in my veins as desire grows impossibly strong.
“It appears your excitement has sent you into heat,” he rasps, his voice hoarse with suppressed excitement.
His mouth moves lower, until he is on his knees before me, nipping at the soft flesh of my belly. He meets my gaze once again as he stares up at me; the anticipation and thrill clearly mirrored in our expressions.
With an animalistic growl, he nudges me back on the bed forcing me to sit on the edge as he spreads my thighs wide for him.
Within seconds, he fastens his mouth against me while keeping his thrilling gaze locked with mine.
His hand runs down my legs to my ankles, before lifting them and forcing them up on the edge of the bed, spreading me wider for him.
I’m nearly forced backward when one hand catches my wrist pulling me forward.
“I want you to watch, My Queen—watch as your King falls to his knees for you, only ever for you,” he murmurs and I blush seeing how exposed I am to his hungry gaze.
He lets my wrist go and I brace my hands on the bed.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, dark and intense, as his fingers glide over my thighs, sending shivers skittering up my spine.
“Don’t ever hide from me, My Queen. You never have to be shy—not with me.
Every inch of you belongs to me, and tonight, I’ll devour it like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. ”
With that, his tongue plunges inside me, curling around every fold and crevice as if he’s memorizing the very contours of my body. Long, languid strokes of his tongue pace with the throb of my heart, that has my toes curling and my hands fisting the blankets.
His tongue laps at my core, sending me into a spiral of ecstasy. My back arches in mindless pleasure as his teeth gently graze my sensitive flesh evoking a strangled gasp from me.
In response, he locks his arms around my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue delves deeper. The intensity of his gaze and the sensations coursing through me threaten to tip me over the edge too soon.
I grip the sheets harder till my knuckles turn white, straining against pale flesh.
Pleasure courses through me like liquid lightning, and I struggle to maintain eye contact with him as colors blur and swirl within my vision.
My eyes flutter shut momentarily only for him to growl out, “No! Look at me!”
I force my eyes open to meet his darkened ones again. The lust mirrored in his gaze takes my breath away just as much as the oblivion he is pushing me toward with each flick of his tongue.
He withdraws for a moment and I whimper at the loss of contact. But it’s fleeting as he pulls himself up over me instantly, pressing his body into mine while his fingers continue where his tongue left off.
“This is just the beginning, My Queen.”
With one swift motion, he penetrates deep within me, my back arches, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as pleasure engulfs my being.
His lips crash against mine in a searing kiss leaving me breathless and craving more.
His hips set a punishing pace against mine driving me into a state of euphoria that’s almost bone crushing.
He hooks one arm under my knee, opening me further to take more of him inside.
His free hand grips the sheets near my head, tightening his hold as he continues to drive into me. I can feel him everywhere – inside me, around me, over me – his scent mingling with mine in the heated room, the roughness of his stubble grazing against the sensitive skin of my cheeks.
With the next thrust, he pushes me over the edge into oblivion where I find myself exploding under him. In a wave of pleasure, my body quakes and clenches around him; a strangled cry leaves my lips.
He lets out a groan, feeling me shatter beneath him, our bodies slick with sweat and lust. His teeth graze my neck, sending fresh shocks of pleasure rippling through me even as I’m still coming down from the high.
His next thrusts are slow, deep, deliberate; he’s drawing it out, relishing the oversensitivity that makes me whimper and writhe beneath him.
He buries his face into the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin as his release approaches.
With a final groan, he drives into me one last time before he shudders above me, collapsing onto the sheets besides me. My heart hammers wildly and I hear it echoed in his own labored breathing as he drags me closer and onto his chest.
The heat emanating from him envelopes me while his fingers trace lazy circles on the small of my back. His heartbeat steady beneath my ear, he pulls the blankets up and I drift off to sleep in his arms. I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be his queen.