Taken by Magic (The Baine Chronicles #8)(60)

“I can see that,” I said as he carried me inside. I craned my neck, trying to get a good look at the small but cozy space. Everything was done in shades of blue and white, and the smell of salt and verbena and fresh paint permeated the air. “Are you going to give me a tour?”

“Maybe later,” he said, setting me atop the bed. He made my clothes vanish with the snap of a finger as he crawled on top of me. “For now, I believe you promised me a feast,” he said, a wicked glint in his eye.

I let Iannis cover my naked body with his own, savoring the feel of his warm skin and hard muscles against me as he kissed me deeply. His scent seeped into my very pores, and I took in a deep breath as I wrapped my arms tightly around him, deliriously happy at the thought that this man was finally mine. I could feel his raging lust and passion as his tongue tangled with mine, as he skimmed his hands down my curves lovingly.

But just as he was about to slip his hand between my legs, I flipped us over and straddled him on the bed. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked a bit breathlessly, though the grin on his face told me he knew exactly what I was about.

“Remember,” I said as I slid down his body to take him in my hands. “I promised that I would feast on you first.”

And so I did, until Iannis finally yanked me away from him, then pinned me to the bed and sank himself deep inside me. As the orgasm took me, a ferocious wave of pleasure that had me crying out his name and tearing the bedsheets with my nails, I imprinted the memory into my mind forever.

No matter what happened next, I would always have this. Our first night together as husband and wife, and many more to come after. It had been a long, bumpy ride to get to this point, but I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.

We finally had our happily ever after.

THE END