Page 63 of The Royal Gauntlet
As my breathing slows, I feel Essos work my pants off my legs. He kisses the inside of one knee, tickling me gently before kissing up my body again. I open my eyes to find him watching me.
“I don’t think a man has ever loved a woman quite as much as I love you,” he whispers. The bonds release my wrists.
I sit up, my shirt falling back down over my chest as I grip my husband’s face. “No man has ever loved a woman with as much devotion or strength. I know that for every square inch of love you have in your heart for me, I have it tenfold more for you.” I crush my lips against his, feeling a tear drip from my closed eyes.
Essos pulls back, cupping my face now, his thumbs brushing at errant tears as they fall. “No tears, my love. I promise I will save some worthwhile sweet nothings for our vows.”
“Don’t,” I demand, my voice more ragged than I expected. The tears are flowing freely as I hold onto him with desperation.
Essos tilts his head questioningly. “Don’t?”
“Don’t save them for tomorrow. We’ve already given them all so much of us, so much of who we are and what our love story looks like. Save them for me, and just me, tomorrow night. We will tell each other of our love with our words, with our mouths, with our bodies tomorrow night when you properly bed me as your wife again.”
“Is this your way of telling me to stop thinking about how it will feel to be inside you tonight?” There is no anger or malice in his words, not even quiet resignation that he won’t be getting off.
I push him back and straddle his hips. “That is not even remotely what I am suggesting.”
If he can use magic to cheat, then so can I. His clothes vanish, and his hands are bound, not by shadows, but by vines that crept off the wood of our headboard. His arms are spread, and there is a fierce undercurrent of desire in his eyes, along with love. It tugs at my heart to look at this man spread before me, willing me to do my worst and best to him.
I don’t have the patience to test and tease him the way he did me. I will have fun with him for a little, though. I grip the base of his cock loosely.
“Is this how you like it?”
Essos narrows his eyes. “I think you know very well that I’m not fragile.”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you. Do you want to fuck my tits? Do you want my mouth or my hand, or perhaps a graze of my teeth? Does it make you hot to think of coming inside me or my mouth? Which would you prefer?”
He studies me for a second, his gaze hooded and dark. “First, I want you to take that bead of liquid—”
I touch my finger to the tip of his cock, where a small bead of precum has been waiting. I slide my finger along the head, circling and circling the way he did with my nipple, until I reach that slit and slide my finger along it. He groans, keeping his eyes on me.
“What would you like me to do with this?” I ask, my voice foreign to my ears, low and sultry.
“Fuck, Daphne, I can’t think straight. I need you to let me go so I can fuck you so hard you forget this little game.”
I grin, taking a different sort of pleasuring in knowing I’m driving him wild. I lick along my finger and suck it into my mouth so my cheeks hollow out before I release it with a pop. I grab his base again and stroke him before lowering my mouth along his length. When I feel him at the back of my throat, I swallow, loving the cry he gives in reaction. He talks about how responsive my body is. I would snark at him, but instead I’m pumping my head steadily before stopping abruptly.
Slowly, I crawl up his body, licking and kissing as I go, letting my breasts graze the head of his cock.
I run my hands up his torso, barely grazing skin, until they reach his hair. I caress the silky locks while I kiss his neck, making sure I bestow a matching hickey. I let my core graze against him, fully aware of what it’s doing to him, and his hips twitch up, looking to sink himself deep inside me.
I refuse to torture myself any longer. I grab the base of him and center my body over him. I slide down, my head dipping back in pleasure. I need a second, my body adjusting to his size and the feel of his cock within me. I slide back up over him, holding eye contact before Essos bucks into me, and I ride him in earnest.
I’m too undone by the feel of him to keep the bindings on. He must sense my lack of control over my abilities, because he keeps his hands right where they are. I can see on his face his desire, his need, to touch me, but he won’t give in.
My nails dig into his chest as my second orgasm rocks through my body. When my release hits, pleasure breaks free from me, and it makes my head light and my ears ring. Essos roars his own release, his hands finally finding my hips while he thrusts harder and faster up into me until we’re both spent.
I collapse forward with Essos still inside me. One of his fingers traces the curve of my spine, slowly, until my breathing steadies and my heart rate is normal.
“We did it again,” he bemoans.
“My love, at this point, we’ve done this lots of times,” I tease. He reaches down to give me a gentle spank, and I yelp, slipping off to lie beside him.
“No smartass.This.” He gestures around us, and I realize what he means. The room is no longer a bedroom; it’s a bed within a garden. Last time I lost control over my abilities like this, we were in our apartment in Solarem, and I was going to have to marry Galen and figure out a way to get my family back. I had covered many of the surfaces in the apartment, but not to this extent.
Now there are trees and bushes in full bloom. Butterflies drift lazily through the room, batting their wings slowly. The only original things around us are the window and the bed, and I wonder if the lush foliage extends throughout the house.
Nothing like having to apologize for the orgasm garden you created. Nothing screamsI made love to my husbandquite like this, and I was already embarrassed about the hickeys.