Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,130

own chemise, feeling daring, I bare myself for my husband. Merek does not move as his eyes take in my nudity. “You are a dream come to reality, my joy,” he says, his voice deep and husky.

Biting on the corner of my lip, I feel odd being the only one without clothes. Taking a step toward him, I touch the hem of his tunic. He grins, reaching down and pulling it from his body. I gasp at the sight of the expanse of his bared torso.

Reaching out, I place my hand at the center of his tanned chest. There is a small smattering of hair in the center of his torso and I drag my nails lightly through it, my nipples hardening even more as my nails make their way toward the waist of his tights.

“Do not,” he grunts, wrapping his hand around my wrist. Startled, I lift my eyes to meet his. “I will not last and you will be supremely disappointed.” He grins, lightening the moment.

Merek picks me up and carries me to the bed. This is it, this is the moment that I will truly become his wife, a piece of me that I have cherished my entire life will be gone and Merek will take ownership of it and of me. There is no other man on this earth that I would rather give it to.

He lies me against the pillows, his body pressed against my side. His nose slides alongside my own and then his mouth touches mine. I moan when his tongue tangles with mine. It is intense, my hips shift with the need to feel more of him.

Merek’s hand cups one of my breasts, holding me in his palm as if he is testing the weight of my flesh, then his fingers pinch my nipple and he gently tugs. I feel the sensation between my legs and I let out a gasp of surprise.

His mouth leaves mine, his lips traveling down to my other breast. Tipping my head down, I watch as he devours my breast, his warm tongue swirling around my nipple before his teeth tug the same way his fingers did on the other one.

“Merek,” I sigh, my hands fisting the bedding at my sides.

He lifts his eyes to mine, his mouth moving over to my other breast and he follows the same pattern before his lips begin to travel down my belly. He stops just above my center, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“You don’t mean to…”

“Absolutely, my joy. Spread for your husband, show me all of you.”

My face feels hot and I shake my head. “I can’t.”

“Does it ache, do you need to feel me there?”

I nod, much to my embarrassment. I do wish to feel him there. All of him, but his mouth? Surely not.

“You will enjoy it. I would like to give you something to enjoy before I am forced to take your innocence, that will hurt you this first time, Katrina.”

Pinching my eyes closed, unable to watch him, I slowly spread my thighs for him.

Chapter Five

MEREK

My beautifully brave wife spreads her thighs for me. I watch as she shows me all of her, every square inch. I am, without a doubt, not disappointed. I want to examine her, to spread her wide, all of her, but she is not ready for that yet.

Fitting my shoulders between her thighs, I rest her knees over my shoulders to keep her open for me. I lower my face to her center. Inhaling her scent, I moan as it smells better than any other I have taken with my mouth, mostly because this part of her is only mine—forever.

Flattening my tongue, I slide it along her entire wet and achy center, tasting all of her. I hear her breath hitch, then she moans when my tongue circles her sweet nub. I make love to my wife’s queynte with my mouth.

Her inhibitions take a few moments to disappear and when they do, I cannot take my eyes off of her. Her back arches, her chest rising and falling quickly at the same time her hips lift and jerk.

Sliding my hands beneath her sweet backside, I bring her closer to my mouth, needing so much more of her, needing her sweet release. I know when she is on the cusp.

Her mouth parts, her eyes open and she gasps before her hips jerk faster against my tongue. Her body is taking over for her now, her control vanished and it is beautiful. When