Page 155 of Bedeviled
Unfortunately, that is true.
I wet my lips. “I trust you with it,” I say softly. “My leverage.”
And I do. I trust him most especially with this.
His hand smooths over the burning skin, and he leans forward, pressing a hot kiss to my spine. “Your faith in me is a thing of wonders,” he whispers against my flesh.
He grabs my hips and guides them to him. And then he sinks back into me.
There is no controlling the pace. He sets it and holds it with thrust after thrust.
“My beautiful, beautiful wife. You could not be more perfect,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
I’m making embarrassing noises as I rock against the table, which is as close to a response as he’s going to get from me at this point. I’m no poet when I’m in my right mind. I’m barely coherent when I’m getting my brains fucked out of me.
Memnon lifts one of my legs and bends it before setting it on the table. The stretch is ridiculous, and suddenly, Memnon’s thrusts are deeper, harsher in a delectable, inescapable way. I couldn’t avoid the mounting pleasure if I tried.
His grip moves to my waist, and he squeezes.
“I can feel you’re close,” he says. “Last chance to put that ring back on, Empress. Otherwise, I’m planning to fill this pussy with so much cum you’ll be dripping for the rest of the evening.”
Despite how intensely the two of us have been rocking this table, my ring still sits perched on it, well within reach.
Memnon drapes his torso over my back and places a hand over mine. Clasping it, he slides my fingers closer and closer to the ring.
“Take it,” he breathes.
I turn my head to peer back at him. “Do you want me to?”
“The gods know I don’t.”
“Then exploit my weakness, est xsaya.”
It’s the title. I see his eyes flash as he peers at me, see the almost-menacing smile that grows on his face, and then Memnon releases my hand and pulls away from my back to drive his cock into me at the deepest, most irresistible angle.
Again and again and—
My pussy tightens around him like a vise, and my climax explodes through me, so intense I see white for a moment.
Memnon groans, and then he’s coming, my body milking him thrust for thrust. It goes on and on, his orgasm lengthening my own.
It’s only once the last wave of pleasure has finally quieted that I reach out and slide my ring back on.
The contraceptive spell is still clinging to the jewelry piece, and there’s a good chance that wearing it now will still manage to prevent pregnancy.
And if it doesn’t?
I’m not terribly worried about that anyway. Not with Memnon.
The sorcerer drags me off the table and into his arms.
He cups my cheek and searches my face. “I want all of it, est amage—the house, the kids, the blissful, domestic life we were robbed of.”
“It was never going to be domestic,” I say helpfully. Memnon is far too feral for that.
He flashes me a grin that tells me he agrees. I stare at that pirate smile, and it’s hard to breathe—he makes it hard to breathe. His beauty, his presence, his love. All of it steals the air from me.
He rubs a finger over my lower lip, and I bite it. “I want the chaos and love that comes with having a family. I want to see what little terrors we can make together. I want to laugh with them and you,” he says. “I want it to be so loud within these big walls that we’re ready to lose our damn minds over it.
