Her eyes hooded. “How is that you can make me wet in two seconds flat?”
“How is that you can make me so fucking hard when I had you only a few hours ago?”
“It’s a curse.”
I cupped my hand around her nape, jerking her into me. Our lips touched as I fed words into her mouth. “The best kind of curse.”
I kissed her.
Hard.
Our noses brushed, our masks clacked, and our tongues broke free at the same time, dancing, licking, desperate to drop all pretences of being human and give in to the animals within us.
Struggling to catch a proper breath, I stumbled back and dragged my gorgeous wife down the corridor, past suits of armour, tapestries, masterpieces, and weaponry. We stopped halfway up the staircase, desperation ensuring another fierce and furious kiss before we practically ran the rest of the way to our room.
Wrenching open the door, I tossed her inside before locking it and ripping off my tuxedo blazer.
If I didn’t get out of these clothes soon, I’d tear them off, and I didn’t want to show such disrespect to Nila’s sewing wizardry.
Eleanor backed up, her grey gaze hot and hungry on mine. She licked her lips as I forced myself to be gentle and undo the buttons of my silver shirt instead of ripping them to shreds.
“I suggest you remove that dress, Jinx. Otherwise, you’ll have a lot of apologies to make in the morning when Nila requests her gown back and finds it in pieces.”
She swallowed hard, backing toward the suitcase by one of the huge full-length windows. Staff had entered while we were at the masquerade and drawn the crimson velvet drapes, ensuring no one from outside could see what we were about to indulge in.
“I...I have something.” She kept moving away from me as I kicked off my shoes and wrenched off my socks.
“Whatever it is doesn’t matter. Strip, Eleanor. I won’t fucking ask again.”
She dashed to the suitcase, tore off her long gloves, and unzipped the top pocket. Pulling something out, she copied me and kicked off her high heels, before padding toward the huge mattress and four-poster bed.
Placing the box on the coverlets, she stood in front of it so I couldn’t see all while she undid her mask, shook out her hair, and reached behind her to undo the laces of her gown.
She wasn’t fast enough.
Marching toward her, I spun her around. “Let me.”
She gasped as I worked on the fastenings, pulling on the ribbon trapping her inside. Her chest rose and fell as I loosened the tight material, spilling her breasts free and making my cock weep to be inside her. “Christ, you’re stunning.”
I cupped her breasts, kneading her with paws that couldn’t be gentle.
She turned to face me as the dress puddled to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of sheer knickers. She hadn’t bothered to wear stockings—not willing to wear uncomfortable clothing after living five years basically nude in the tropics.
Her stomach fluttered with eager breath and her hands shook as they reached for my belt, undoing the buckle, then unzipping my fly.
Locking eyes with me, she inserted her hand into my boxer-briefs and fisted my erection.
“Fuck.” My head fell back as she pumped me. No teasing, just torment.
In a rustle of lace, she dropped to her knees.
I swallowed back a growl as her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue instantly licking at the slit, making me fucking insane.
My hands slipped through her hair, holding the silky chocolate strands, allowing her to suck me but also reminding her who was in charge.
Her head bobbed, her hand dropping to cup my balls while she sucked and ensured I was ready to come in two fucking seconds. The temptation to explode down her throat almost undid me. The way she knew exactly how to make me lose it. The power she had over me made me aggressive with the desire to use her.
My mind swam as lust became even headier.
She whimpered around my girth, making my ass clench to drive into her and a ripple of precum threaten that I was moments away from splintering apart. My vision turned hazy as I looked down at her on her knees before me.
A tsunami of love hit me.
I drowned beneath how much I fucking adored her, worshipped her, and wanted to destroy her all at once. Her saliva glistened around my cock where it disappeared into her mouth. Her teeth teased my skin as I arched into her, feeding more length onto her tongue, and her eyes spoke the same message that mine did.
She loved me back.
Fuck, I’m so goddamn lucky.
I rolled forward, my balance faltering.
My gaze locked on the bed behind her where she’d put the box.
I froze.
Lust magnified until my voice echoed with feral desire. “You brought the sensors.”
Eleanor nodded, her mouth still locked around my cock. Slowly, she pulled away and licked her lips. “I bought cinta too. Not that we need it.” She squirmed on the floor. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to come just from sucking you.”