Page 39 of Bedeviled

Goddess, I’m pretty sure this is going to become a thing. Why did no one warn me about eye contact?

His pace picks up as we stare at each other. And when I start to feel self-conscious and my eyes drift, Memnon drags my face back to his.

“Eyes on me.”

I return my gaze to him as he drives into me, sensation building. “Memnon,” I breathe as his strokes push me closer and closer to the edge.

He shakes his head. “I don’t want my name on your lips. I want my title.”

Normally, this is where I fight him. Right now, I don’t feel like fighting. “Est xsaya.”

His body shudders at that. “Not that one.”

His strokes are still relentless, driving me higher and higher.

I moan. “Husband.”

Yes. He kisses my neck, nipping me lightly. “Louder or you get nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I would torment you all night if I had to,” he vows.

I believe him.

Remember that tormenting goes both ways.

I dig my heels into his skin, but Goddess, a twisted part of me loves this so fucking much.

“Husband!”

I can feel him bathing in the title, even as his magic pinches my clit and my nipples, and I gasp. There are no thoughts, no words, as I stare at the sorcerer, but something is rushing through me, something that makes me lightheaded and soaringly happy. I don’t think Memnon alters his angle or his driving momentum, but I swear I feel everything more intensely as I gaze at him.

My orgasm explodes through me then, and I come hard on him, riding out wave after wave of pleasure. Memnon drinks in my expression the whole time.

“I love you.” I say the words on a wave of euphoria.

Memnon groans, like he was starving and I finally fed him. Leaning in, he brutally takes my mouth as he thrusts into me harder. It’s too much for my overly sensitized skin. Already, I can feel him thickening inside me, the pressure exquisite. If I want anything out of him, I need to act now.

Tell me you’re mine.

He laughs against my lips. “Before the sun rose, I was yours, and long after it sets, I will still be yours,” he whispers. “I am yours, forever, dear wife.”

And then he’s coming, his orgasm echoing across our bond. Again and again, he slams into me, each thrust shaking the door, and Goddess, the pressure and sensation overwhelm me.

It feels as though our releases go on forever.

Eventually, the rocking slows, then stops.

Wish I could stay here forever, Memnon says as he slides out of me. His magic is still swirling around, and I feel it clean me while it pulls up his pants.

Memnon takes one long look at my naked form, then tugs off his shirt and pulls it over my head.

I should tell him he doesn’t need to give me his shirt when we’re in my bedroom, but I also weirdly love the idea of being in his clothes.

The thing falls past my thighs, comically large on me, and when I bring my nose to it, it might not smell like leather and horse and freshly turned earth, but beneath the clean scent of it, I can smell Memnon.

He gathers me to him, lifting me up and enveloping me in a massive hug. “You cannot know what your words mean to me,” he whispers against my ear. “What having your love does to me. I know there’s a lot you still do not trust me for, but you can trust me with your heart. I will never fail you.”