Chapter 52
The next morning,I wake to hands on my thighs. Those fingers dig into my skin.
Good morning, fiancée.
Memnon punctuates the words with a searing kiss to my clit, and I wake with a gasp. I nearly rise off the bed.
Memnon smiles against my sensitive flesh.
“I’ve decided, est amage, that as your husband, I’m going to make you come on my tongue at least once a day—maybe twice.”
“What?” I say dazedly. Last night returns to me then, but Memnon’s touch quickly eclipses the memories.
I begin to sit up, but the sorcerer pushes my torso back down, hauling my hips up closer to him.
“And since you can no longer command me,” he continues, “I’m going to control the pace of your orgasms, starting right now.”
Before I can respond or even come to grips with the fact that Memnon is holding my legs and ass like it’s his favorite teddy bear, the sorcerer kisses my clit again.
I cry out, my hands threading into his hair.
Memnon single-mindedly sucks on my clit, his tongue stroking the overly sensitive knot of flesh again and again.
The feeling is overwhelming.
Sensation is rising in me, and my core clenches uselessly.
“Memnon!” I sob out.
Est xsaya, he corrects. Say it, and you’ll get something besides just my mouth on your clit.
“Est xsaya,” I gasp out, hoping for a brief respite from the almost unbearable amount of stimulation coming from that nerve bundle between my thighs.
“Good woman.”
Again, I feel him smile against me, and his mouth moves down from my clit. If I thought, however, I’d get a break from the immense sensation, I assumed wrong. Memnon’s magic merely replaces his tongue, and it’s just as cunning, the blue power circling that knot of nerves again and again.
The sorcerer’s tongue circles my core before dipping inside.
He groans. “Missed the taste of your pussy.”
I’m writhing beneath him. I throw my head back. “Need you inside me.” It’s less a demand and more a plea.
“No,” he breathes against my skin. “Next time I come, you’ll be wearing white and I’ll be your husband.”
My breath hitches. Our unbreakable oath to marry—now that I’ve fallen for Memnon, it’s been enacted once more.
“But right now,” he continues, “you’ll come for me against my face like the good little witch you are.”
Maybe it’s Memnon’s confidence, or maybe I’m quite suggestable, or maybe I’m finally overwhelmed by sensation, but all it takes is another searing kiss of his and my orgasm shatters through me.
I cry out as I come, my fingers tightening in Memnon’s hair. I feel his grin as he greedily continues to eat me out through the aftershocks of my climax…and then beyond.
“Why aren’t you stopping?” I nearly weep the words out when it becomes clear he won’t.
There’s one more thing we’re going to do every day,he says down our bond as he feasts on me. I’m going to tell you I love you more than life itself, and you’re going to tell me those three magic words as well, starting today. And if you don’t, he continues, then I’ll simply eat you out until you do.
You are such a bastard.
He laughs against my pussy, causing me to cry out.
Yes, he agrees wholeheartedly. I am.
I gaze down the line of my body toward Memnon’s bowed head. “Look at me,” I command.
There’s no power behind the order, but still, my mate lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine.
“I love you, Memnon. I love you so much. And you don’t need to hold any part of me hostage to get me to say it. I love you.”
His bourbon eyes glitter as he bathes in my words. Finally, he releases my hips, and they drop limply down to the bed.
As I stare at him, I feel a tightness in my chest. I rub my sternum, but the pressure doesn’t go away.
Memnon notices.
“The magic from our unbreakable oath is taking root again,” he says softly. The sorcerer moves up my body. “I feel it too.” He dips his head and presses a kiss against my sternum. “Do you remember what that means?” he asks.
It feels like my heart has lodged itself in my throat. “It means,” I say softly, “we’re getting married today.”