Chapter 20 #3
Mara’s wide eyes disappear from view as my head lowers for the prize between her thighs.
Tasting her is different with her legs restricted and unable to open even an inch, but I dip my tongue in between her folds, searching for—there it is.
As much as it’s able, her body jerks with a sharp gasp, but I tighten my grip and force her to accept my worship.
It’s a goddamn miracle I don’t spill myself when she reaches her pinnacle of pleasure and cries out my name.
With my wife’s decadent release coating my face, I free her limbs and drag myself up her sated body until I reach her lips. “Taste how much you want me.”
Mara’s hands tangle in my hair as I encourage her to sample her intoxicating flavor, and the gentle tugging of her fingers is almost too much for me. I break away before I give in to the feral urge to hump her.
There’s something important I need to tell her first. I brush stray bits of hair from her glowing face and tuck them away.
“How are you so damn beautiful? I could look at you forever like this, you know.” Every time I taste her, her eyes get all languid with satisfaction and her lips curve as if they hold a womanly secret.
“You’re all mine now because I’ve claimed you for keeps, but there’s one more thing I have to do before I take you. I need to give you my vow.”
Mara slips her hands down my neck to lightly play with the sensitive skin there. “But we already said vows when we married.”
Parts of which she’d left out on purpose. Did I want her to say it the right way? Because as much as she now loves me, I would imagine her entire body would still rebel at a vow forcing her to obey a man in all things.
Not anymore.
Not even for me.
“This one’s more important. What I spoke to you before the judge was just to make our marriage binding in the sight of God and man.
You weren’t ready to hear the one I wanted to say to you then.
Probably would have put up one hell of a fight if I had.
” And I’d have had to figure out a way to make the marriage legal anyway because no way in hell was I leaving that room without making her and Emmaline mine.
Even if I had to grease the judge’s palms and ignore Mrs. Smith’s reproachful look.
Maybe best not to tell her that, though.
“Tell me now,” she softly encourages, pulling me down until our lips brush in a ghost of a kiss. “I want to hear it.”
Goddamn, I’m nervous, but if I don’t get the words out, my heart might damn well hammer itself right out of my chest from holding them in.
Wouldn’t be surprised if she can feel it even now beating between us.
I lean back just enough to see the pools of blue I’d happily drown in if it meant I could stay inside of her.
“I’ve never said them to any other woman before. They belong to you and only you.”
A few seconds tick as I hold her gaze captive, then I speak again, not bothering to hide the raw love in each word as it leaves my throat.
“You are my woman, Mara, and I am your man. The only man from now until the end of time.” That last line isn’t part of my family’s vow, but it feels right to include the one thing she demanded of me that night.
“And with this marriage, I lay a claim on you as my wife and on Emmaline as my own blood. A claim stronger than the heat of the sun or the pull of the moon.”
Her eyes soften as I kiss her ever so tenderly once again before lifting to wrap her legs around my hips.
“Darkness will never fall without the press of my lips upon yours or your body knowing the comfort of my touch.” The body that’s now splayed for my viewing pleasure.
I fist the head of my cock, squeezing until pain numbs the blunt tip.
Then I slide it along her wetness, coating myself with her desire, and the hot slickness has my eyes rolling back in my head.
The sight is so fucking dirty and beautiful. Focus, damn it. I guide myself to her entrance and thrust shallowly, just like she did with her sinful demonstration to my finger.
“Warren!” Mara whimpers faintly as she grabs my hips. Wouldn’t surprise me if I’m permanently scarred by her nails as she holds tight. “Inside me. I need you inside me now.”
I laugh darkly even though I’m barely holding it together.
Fucking my fist never felt like this. “Not yet,” I soothe as I maintain light dips in and out of her.
Good God Almighty, if the sight of my cockhead disappearing inside of her doesn’t finish me off, the way her hips swivel beneath me might.
“You wanted me to start off nice and easy to let you get used to me, remember? And I’m nothing if not a man of my word. ”
Mara throws her head back into the pillow as I rub that sensitive spot at her apex, and her soft cries have me praying Emmaline doesn’t wake up yet. “I’m almost finished with my vow. Though I’ve captured your body, you’ve taken my heart. And this, wife…this is what it means to be a Shay.”
Then I push fully inside her tight heat.
Into heaven on earth.