Page 24 of Bedeviled

“And if I don’t?”

He leans in close, his lips skimming mine. “Then you don’t come.”

Goddess, he is such a menace. “We’ll see about that.”

He grins, the action flashing his sharp canines. And damnit, but that grin makes my stomach flip.

Would a little intimacy really be so bad, Empress? he teases.

I don’t know…

There are obviously far worse things in the world than having a husband that wants to show me he loves and cherishes me during sex.

It still scares the shit out of me.

“Fine.” I mean, this can mean something to him; it doesn’t have to be life-changing for me, no matter the eye contact and other things he intends to do.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“No.”

Memnon leans in with that wolfish smile and nips my lower lip, smiling against me. Do you at least trust me right now?

Also no.

Now he laughs against my mouth. Wife.

Husband.

His gaze flicks up to me, his eyes alight at the term. Do you at least trust me to give you a good orgasm?

I’ll give him this. “Yes,” I murmur against his lips.

“Good. Then spread your legs.”

He’s watching me intently, and I realize that he hasn’t even entered me, and eye contact is already playing a role in this.

I open my thighs as I gaze up at him, my breath hitching at his intense expression.

He cups my pussy. “I’ve fantasized about this all day,” he confesses, his voice intimate, low. “Sliding into you, my wife. Getting to call you mine in yet one more way.”

I wonder if among those fantasies he worried at all that I might deny him. He certainly gave me the opportunity.

He shifts his weight, and my lips part as I feel the head of him press against my opening.

Memnon leans back to get a look at where our bodies meet. “Such a pretty pussy.”

Honestly, my vagina probably looks like a wrinkled old goblin, but I’ll still take the compliment.

Memnon drapes himself back over me. “Take my hands.”

It doesn’t even cross my mind to disobey him.

He threads his fingers between mine and pins them on either side of my head.

“You have had weeks to tell me what to do in bed,” he says, amusement making his eyes dance. “It’s now my turn.”

“We’ll see,” I say tartly.