Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,129

broken arm against her belly. My smile matches hers and she waves her uninjured hand toward me.

Merek doesn’t slow down as he passes his men. They all cheer and shout, which causes him to chuckle, but his feet continue toward their mission and I know what that mission is, me on my back, him inside of me.

My entire body trembles, fear and excitement filling me and almost pouring out of me. I don’t know what to expect, if in the pain will be overly much, or not, but I trust Merek, and I want to always make him happy.

Once we’re in our chamber, or the chamber we have been using the past couple of days. He lowers me to the floor, my body staying closely pressed against his until my feet are firmly planted on the stone floor.

Merek cups my cheeks with his palms, his eyes searching mine. “Once we are somewhere that has jewels, I will buy you the ring your heart desires,” he rasps.

My eyes water from his words, his gaze is so intense, so soft that I wonder how I even contemplated walking away from him. I was a fool to think that I could, because he is more than I ever imagined I could have for myself.

Chapter Four

MEREK

Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. Katrina lets out a gasp of surprise when my tongue instantly invades her. My fingers clench around her waist, the desire to shred her gown into pieces takes over, but Katrina is an innocent and there is plenty of time for me to rip gowns in the future.

“Merek,” she whimpers as I pull away from our kiss.

Taking a step away from her, needing the space for a moment to catch my breath, I keep my gaze focused on her bright green eyes. Lifting my hand, I tuck her hair behind her ear.

“If you would like a celebration later, when we return to Aerilon, I would support that,” I murmur.

She blinks, her eyes smiling before her lips. “That would be lovely, but nothing overly large. Maybe just Jasmine and Sybilla, plus the men, mayhap your parents? I do not wish them to be angry at not receiving an invitation.”

My heart swells with pride that she’s thought of my family. Nodding, I extend my index finger and slide it down the side of her neck, sweeping it across her collarbone before stopping right at the neckline of her dress.

“That would be good, my mother would enjoy that I am sure,” I murmur.

My finger slips beneath the fabric of her dress, my eyes watching as hers widen and her breathing starts to come out in short pants. Taking a step toward her, I reach behind her and begin to unbutton the back of her dress, my nose sliding along hers.

“Merek,” she breathes.

“Yes, my joy?”

“I’m scared,” she admits.

My lips turn up before I brush them along hers. “You will not be soon,” I say with my mouth against hers. “Turn around so that I may unlace your ribbons and see my beautiful wife without anything between us.”

Her entire body shivers and she takes a step back, turning around so that I may unlace her ribbons. My fingers make quick work of releasing her, but I do not push her dress down, she is trembling with fear of the unknown and I will not take her until she is begging me, her fear a distant memory.

Leaning down, I touch my mouth to her shoulder, my tongue tasting her bare skin. My lips move up to the crook of her neck, finding that spot behind her ear that I know will drive her wild. She leans back with a moan, lifting her arm, wrapping her fingers behind my head as she lets out a moan.

KATRINA

Merek feels amazing. His mouth against my skin is like naught that I have ever felt before. Slowly, my fear begins to dissipate as he feasts on the skin of my neck and behind my ear. His fingers slowly drag my dress down my arms, leaving me in only my chemise as it falls to my feet.

His fingers wrap around my waist, they are warm, almost too warm, and I desire them against my skin, with no fabric barrier between us. My breathing is coming out in pants, my eyes unable to open and my nipples are hard peaks, my breasts aching, along with the place between my thighs.

Turning in his arms, I lift my gaze to his while I remove my