Page 73 of The Ruthless Fae King
I thought after my traumatic situation with Marcelle, I might never want to bed anyone again. But it was the opposite. I craved this moment with Lucien so that it could replace the awful one Marcelle had stolen. I wanted to show my body that it was safe to love this man and he would not betray us. I wanted to imprint a new memory in my body, filled with love and tenderness.
All of our past kisses had been somewhat public or out in the open, but this kiss, sequestered in the privacy of our now shared bedroom, was carefree, raw and carnal in nature. Lucien tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling it lightly as I clawed at his chest. Our tongues stroked against each other softly as I pressed my hips into him. Pulling back from me, Lucien gave me a wild look, and there was something animalistic in his gaze.
“Last chance to back out,” he breathed, and I could see the pulse pounding in his neck.
“I’m all in,” I assured him, panting.
It was as if I’d let a wild animal out of a cage. His hands came up behind me and tore at the laces of my dress, ripping them to expose my breasts. I gasped and then did the same to him, yanking at his tunic until he pulled it over his head. Within seconds we were both naked and staring at each other.
His eyes drank in every inch of my bare skin, and I didn’t cross my arms over my chest to hide, or push my thighs together. I stood there boldly, displaying my body as I took him in as well.
Lucien Thorne was a masterpiece. If I were a sculptor, I would carve his body from rock, paying careful attention to the knotted abdominal muscles and the V-shape at his pelvis.
“You own me,” Lucien breathed, stepping closer to me until our bodies were touching. “Every part of my body and soul is yours, Madelynn Windstrong,” he whispered as he picked me up and set me on the bed. I gasped at the way his declaration rolled around my heart, and then I moaned when his lips made contact with my breast.
My back arched as pleasure and heat bloomed between my legs, and then Lucien was there, his hand making circles at my most sensitive spot.
My entire life I was taught to be perfect, to hold back any sexual thoughts or actions, act proper, keep pure. And in this moment, in the safety of my marital bed, with the man I loved, I let loose.
Grinding into his hand, I panted as Lucien dragged his tongue across my neck.
“I need you,” I moaned.
A second later he was there, lying next to me, grabbing my hips and pulling me on top of him.
I was worried I wouldn’t know what to do, that I should have probably asked a few married friends how to make this work and feel good for both of us. But, to my relief, Lucien and my lovemaking was as easy and carefree as when we did magic together.
My wind, his snow.
We fit perfectly, dancing together with the flow of our bodies, chasing pleasure and riding waves of bliss until we both collapsed on the bed panting.
When Lucien turned to look at me, he shook his head.
“What?” I grew concerned.
“I can’t believe you threatened to only bed me for making children,” he scoffed. “I would die under such conditions.”
I tipped my head back and laughed deep in my belly as he popped up on one elbow and gazed at my naked form.
“War and death and seriousness comes tomorrow,” he said somberly.
I nodded, pulling his hand over to cup my breast. “But we will always have tonight.”
And we did. We lay together three times and built a night of memories and lovemaking to last deep into the depression of war that would surely come for us as we banded together to take on the Nightfall queen.
EIGHTEEN
Lucien let me sleep in! I felt a bit silly as I stepped into the dining hall for breakfast to see it full of kings and queens of nearly all the magical races.
Queen Kailani greeted me with a hug. “Epic wedding.”
Arwen nodded. “Way more fun than ours.” She looked to her husband.
He winced. “I had too much mead.”
I stepped closer to Arwen. “I’m Madelynn, I don’t think we’ve beenofficiallyintroduced,” I told the dragon queen. She’d helped so much with the war and had taken charge when I was in shock, but I’d barely spoken a word to her. She was at the wedding, but off in the distance. There had been too many people and we hadn’t had a chance to get to know each other.
Arwen grinned. “The woman who thawed the winter king’s heart? I love you already.” She rushed forward and pulled me into hug. Laughter erupted from my chest and I hugged her back. When we pulled away, Lucien was there with a smile as he placed a kiss on my cheek.
