A Kingdom of Venom and Vows (Stars and Shadows #3)(56)

He was carrying me in his arms, and I wasn’t sure that I had ever seen him so happy.

Because I knew that I hadn’t been.

There were a few guards and staff walking around the palace, but they all scurried out of our path as Evren carried me toward his room, our room.

“I can walk.”

“Do you really think I’m going to allow my wife to walk on our wedding night?” He tsked, and my head swam lightly with the feel of him and all the wine we had shared. “I plan to do nothing but worship you tonight. And every night after.”

His fingers tightened on my thigh just as we approached the door, and he was forced to shift me in his arms to grab the handle.

I laughed when he almost dropped my legs, but he caught me just in time and grinned. He took us into the room before kicking the door closed behind him, and he didn’t stop until we reached the small desk in the corner of the room.

He sat me atop it, my back pressing against the mirror, and he sat in front of me with his shirt slightly unbuttoned and his hair a mess from my exploring hands. He grinned up at me as his fingers grazed over my calf lazily.

“No bed tonight?” I grinned as I cocked my brow at him.

“Oh. We’ll get there.” He ran his hand over his mouth as his other slowly dragged my dress up my legs. “But first I’m going to see if you taste any different now that you’re my wife, then I’m going to fuck you in front of this mirror with your dress still on.”

I swallowed harshly, and the smile on his face deepened.

“I want that memory burned into my mind forever. My wife, with your perfect fucking wedding dress hiked up over your hips while I take you from behind.”

“Evren,” I whispered his name as my stomach tightened and moisture pooled between my legs.

His hands were barely touching me, teasing me in the most maddening way, and I needed him.

“Yes, wife?” He arched a brow, and gods, he was so handsome. This man before me. My husband. My mate.

“Please.”

His fingers dug into my hips, and he tugged me harshly to the edge of the desk until my center pressed against his chest and my bottom felt like it might fall off the edge.

“I love hearing you beg.” His fingers dug into me, the edge of pain burning through me, and I pressed my hands against his shoulders. “I love everything about you.”

He caught my lips against his, searing me with his kiss, and his chest pressed firmly against my center. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my hips against him, desperate for him to give me more.

He growled against my mouth before biting down on my bottom lip, and a soft whimper left my mouth.

“Hands back,” he demanded, and I did exactly as he said. I laid my hands against the desk behind me and rested against them as he lifted my dress even higher on my hips.

“So perfect.” He ran a gentle finger against my undergarments, and my hips surged off the desk. “So eager.” He leaned forward, his gaze meeting mine, and I watched him as he pressed his lips against my center through the fabric. “Lift your hips.”

I pressed my feet against his thighs and lifted my hips off the desk as he laced his fingers into my undergarments and dragged them down my legs. He didn’t stop until they were off me completely, then his hands pressed against my inner thighs as he spread me as far open as I could go.

For a moment, I felt self-conscious in front of him like this, but he erased that feeling so easily. “I cannot believe that I get to taste you for the rest of my life.” He leaned forward and kissed the inside of my thigh. I clamped my eyes closed and let my head fall back as anticipation of his next move coursed through me.

Chill bumps broke out against my skin, and I could feel my magic buzzing.

I needed him to touch me, to taste me, to do whatever he wanted until I could handle no more.

He was now my husband, and I wanted every possible thing he could give me.

“You smell like heaven.” He ran his nose against my center, and I gasped just before his tongue met my flesh. “And you taste even better.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust, to settle into the feeling he was giving me. He dove into me as if he had never been so starved in all his life, and I cried out as my body tensed and trembled against him.

He ate at me, a mixture of his tongue lapping at my skin before he sucked me into his mouth, and I wanted this damn dress off so I could see him better. I wanted there to be nothing between us.

Evren lifted my thigh, positioning it over his shoulder as he sucked my nub into his mouth, and I felt his fingers move against me. His fingers slowly slid inside me, stretching me, and I moaned.

“Fuck, princess. You are so fucking wet for your husband.”

My hips surged toward him. Hearing him call himself my husband while he worked my body with his hand and his mouth would be my undoing.

“So fucking wet.” His fingers curled inside me, and I could feel myself so close to the edge. Pleasure coursed through me, raced through every inch of my body, and I tried to hold on to any bit of control I had.

But Evren ripped it out of my grasp.

“I could do this for the rest of eternity, princess.” He curled his fingers inside me and started pumping harder and deeper. I gasped for breath as I stared down at him, and he held my gaze. “I want to worship every inch of your body. I want to possess it.”