breathing in the scent of him as well as absorbing the strength he exudes. “I’m at fault too. I should’ve communicated with you, but I was worried you’d be annoyed with my feelings, since they’re not something you’re comfortable with.”
He lifts his head to gaze down at me. “I may not understand or be able to express my emotions, but that does not mean I don’t want to know about yours. What you feel and what you think are important to me.”
“I assumed the worst about you, and I feel so stupid now,” I whisper with a grimace. “I should’ve trusted you.”
“Yes. However, given what you’ve told me of your adulterous father, I can understand how this played a part in what happened.”
With a sigh, I close my eyes, trying to keep from crying. “This could’ve all been avoided. I was so hurt by my own assumptions and accusations toward you. But now that it’s all said and done, I don’t know what to do.” I lean forward to rest my forehead against the curve of his neck. “I still feel like there’s distance between us along with uncertainty.”
“I will not allow any distance between us this night or any other.” He removes his hand from the small of my back to palm my sex. “Nothing short of death will keep me from having you, wife. And if you require coaxing, then so be it.”
He takes possession of my mouth and at same time slides his finger into my sex. I stiffen at the invasive contact, my nerves coiling around me like a snake. Jaxar teases me by lightly flicking his tongue across mine and outlining my lips in a slow caress. I weave my hands in his hair and receive each of his languid kisses, willing myself to relax.
“That’s it, Massela,” he murmurs. “Let me taste you.”
He captures my lips once again, his movements unhurried despite the passion I can sense raging within him. His desire for me gives me a smidge of courage, and I tentatively run my tongue over his. The groan that reverberates in his chest flows to me, and a feeling of satisfaction swells within me. Hearing my husband’s reaction to my kiss is intoxicating. So I do it again. This time, Jaxar growls, and I inwardly smile.
“You may end up killing me with innocent strokes of your tongue and your soft lips,” he says, his tone laced with exasperation and unconcealed lust. “But I cannot think of a better way to die.”
I laugh quietly, grinning at him. “Are you coaxing me to have sex, or am I seducing you to your death?”
Jaxar’s golden gaze brightens with amusement, mixing with the desire and hunger that never left. “I suppose I will have to find out.”
He trails kisses along the column of my neck, and I let my head fall back. His lips are nothing more than a whisper against my delicate skin, but when he nibbles on it, I squirm on his lap. In response Jaxar strokes the inside of my sex, timing it with the nipping of his fangs. I jerk, my hips bucking of their own accord as arousal hits me full force. He doesn’t stop the delicious torture, and when he uses his claw to lightly caress the walls of my sex, I grind down onto his hand, wanting more.
“There’s my mate,” he says, his voice a deep rumble. “See how your sex weeps for my cock? But it will have to wait until you are prepared because I don’t want to hurt you.”
His words drown out the sounds of my panting and the racing of my heart as my orgasm builds. Even though he doesn’t increase the pace of his strokes, I’m wild with need. I ride his hand, trying to take his finger deeper and to encourage him to go faster. In response to my silent plea, he inserts another finger inside my sex, which just makes me more insane with desire.
“Jaxar, please.” My voice is breathy and weak, but I know he hears me all the same.
He licks the shell of my ear before whispering. “You will give me your cries, and your sex will drench my hand. Only then will I give you relief.”
A moan that’s part frustration and part arousal spills from me. As I climb higher, getting closer to coming, my moans increase in frequency and volume, the dampness between my thighs spreading. Jaxar runs his fangs along my shoulder, causing me to shiver and my