Page 36 of Urgent Vows
I give him a teasing look. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, wife. The way you respond to my kisses tells me you enjoy them very much."
I can't deny it. Nor do I want to. "True."
"Maybe I'llstopkissing you. One day of no kisses for every time you bite your lips."
I drop my gaze, feeling like my daring has backfired on me. I don't want that. It's hard enough knowing that for him this is just sex, that I'm not his first choice. For him, our touching is not intimate like it is for me. It's just a bodily urge for Severu. It doesn't connect his soul to mine.
With no kissing, I cannot ignore that lack of intimacy. I cannot pretend. "No."
"No?" he asks, his voice silky.
"I am not a child, and you are my husband, not my father. It is not your job to punish me."
He tips my head up so I can see his face. His eyes are calm, no anger in them like I expect. "I was teasing you,mi dolce gatto. I enjoy kissing you too much to give it up for a single day, much less the number of times you abuse that poor lip of yours."
"Oh."
He growls and suddenly he's kissing me, but his lips are not gentle. He devours my mouth, imprinting me with his power and his possession. My knees are weak and I'm panting when he pulls away.
"Time to undress you," he rumbles in a low voice.
I nod and drop the shawl.
He helps me out of my dress without raising my hands above my head. Past experience has taught me that won't hurt so much in a couple of days, but right now I appreciate his consideration.
He kneels in front of me and leans forward to inhale the scent of my feminine core, making a noise of approval. I never imagined him doing this. It's earthy and turns me on even more. My hips tilt forward of their own accord. He exhales against me; his breath sends sensation I do not expect.
Severu rubs his fingers along the crotch of my panties. "You're soaked."
"I can't help it."
"Why would I want you to?" he asks, like it's a rhetorical question.
I guess maybe it is. Getting wet enough for intercourse is a necessary part of lovemaking. I'm not so naïve I don't know that. Still, it embarrasses me a little. He presses his mouth against the apex of my thighs and breathes for long, enticing seconds, sending zings of sensation to my core.
Then without warning, he rips my panties down my legs.
I squeak, but can't jump like I instinctively want to because he has clamped his arm around my thighs. He kisses my mound and then dips his tongue between my nether lips, touching my clitoris and sending pleasure skyrocketing through my body.
"Spread your legs."
I do, though it's hard to stand.
He alternates between laving my folds and sucking on them. His tongue dips lower and he growls against my vulva. "Delicious."
My knees want to buckle, but he still has a muscular arm around my hips, holding me in place. His finger presses against my opening and I feel like I'm going to drown in sensation. He owns my body in a way no other man ever will.
He suckles on my clit. A keening cry sounds and I know it is me.
Severu pulls his head back and looks up at me. I cannot look away from his gaze.
"I want you lying down for this."
I nod, unable to form even a single word of assent.
My husband stands and tugs me over to the bed where he rips the duvet and top sheet off, before picking me up and depositing me in the middle of the vast mattress.
