Bride of the Sea Monster - Eve Langlais Page 0,40

he’s been hankering for. A prophecy.”

“Must have been a doozy.”

She just kept grinning, so I kissed her, happy to be alive. I ignored my uncle, who cleared his throat and said, “Think I’ll go find Dorothy before she’s in trouble again. Seems to follow that woman.”

I paid Shax no mind as I carried my wife inside the room. I closed the sliding door. Locked it while still holding her in my arms.

I didn’t want to let her go. The taste of her intoxicated me, and as I pressed my mouth against hers, I commanded and coaxed until she parted her lips. My tongue took immediate advantage. I was almost undone by the sensuous slide of my tongue against hers.

She went limp in my embrace—relying on me to keep her from harm—and I tightened my arms around her. Her trust in me meant everything.

But her soft plea, “Ian, I need you,” saw her pushed up against a wall, the short gown she wore riding up to accommodate the thigh I pressed between her legs. She ground herself against me, gasping as she placed friction on her clit.

She sucked in a breath as I slid my leg against her, drawing out the tease. I explored her, dragging my lips across her cheek to the sensitive shell of her ear. I enjoyed her moan as I teased.

With the wall at her back, and my body holding her pinned, my hands slid down her body, skimming past her rumpled gown to land on the bared skin of her hips. I hissed at the contact.

Everything within me ignited. I found her mouth for a torrid kiss, my fingers digging into her buttocks. Good as it felt to rub myself against her, I had another idea in mind.

I lifted my leg and used it to prop her ass, which meant I could now touch her where I wanted. Lucky for me, she didn’t have panties on, which let me cup her mound and feel the heated wetness of her arousal. I parted her nether lips, dipping my finger to wet it before finding her nub. I stroked her. Slowly at first, then faster as her breathing hitched. I teased her clit while she clung to my shoulders. I glanced at her face to see her biting her lower lip, her eyes clamped shut, huffing hotly.

I couldn’t resist. After what had happened last time, I was surprised I’d lasted this long.

I gripped her hips and hoisted her higher. She locked those legs of hers loosely around me, giving me some room to play a bit. The tip of my shaft teased her core.

The slickness of her almost stole what control I had left. It helped that her legs tightened around me, drawing me in. The torture of stretching her made my head tilt back, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Ian.” The way she sighed my name as I sheathed myself was the most gratifying thing I had ever heard.

Whereas I kept repeating, “I love you,” with each thrust. Deep. Solid strokes. Her channel squeezed around my length, and I took my time drawing back out, then slowly pushing in again, loving how she dug her nails into my back. Her hisses of pleasure. The way her body tightened.

I moved inside her, and she rolled with me, following my rhythm, matching me stroke for stroke, her small shudders of pleasure making me increase my pace. I caught her keening cries with my mouth, kissing her as she went over the edge.

The vibration of her scream made me moan, and when she climaxed, fisting my cock inside her, I came with her, spurting hotly.

In that moment, the final tumbler clicked into place. Married in all ways. Finally.

I collapsed against her, panting.

She stroked my hair, my shoulders. Then whispered, “I’m torn.”

“About?”

“I just saw a peek at our future. And it’s dire.”

I stiffened. “Tell me what’s wrong. We’ll get through it.” Because no way was I going to lose my happily ever after with this woman.

“The future says I’ll have an epic climax if we take a shower together, but it also shows me riding you cowgirl in bed. I don’t know which to choose.”

In the end, we fulfilled both visions. The night was full of exploration and soft speech, and a connection that wiped away the despair I’d lived with for so long.

We fell asleep, entwined, and might have slept the day away if not rudely interrupted.

“Okay, you lovesquids, honeymoon is over.” Lucifer appeared, and my dream of getting morning sex