Faery Wedding(10)

The look on his face warned her an instant before he started after her. Squealing in delight, she grabbed handfuls of satin and made a run for it. There was nothing a Fae warrior liked more than to chase down his prey, she knew that from watching her father’s warriors.

Smaller and faster, she darted out of the lift and into the room beyond. As she stepped through the lift doors she felt the small shiver that indicated she’d stepped through a portal. Thanks to the magic available to the Fae, the church, the reception hall and Dev’s home were all within steps of each other. The room she barrelled into was huge, and very masculine in flavor. Dev’s room, it had to be.

She didn’t get a chance for more than a quick look around, noting the huge bed covered in black silk sheets, before he caught her. With a laugh of triumph, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed in long strides. Pausing at the foot of the large expanse, he claimed her lips in a long, passion-filled kiss. When he lifted his head, they were both having trouble breathing.

“Lady Hunter, I do believe you are overdressed. Pretty as your dress is, I’d rather see you out of it,” he whispered against her lips. Releasing her legs, he slid her down the length of his muscled, and very aroused, body.“Turn around, princess.”

Heart hammering in her chest, and the heat low in the center of her body hot enough to rival the sun, Ash did as he bid. Despite their size, his hands were gentle and precise as he undid the multitude of buttons. The gown parted, and a shiver ran through her as the cool air hit her back. Then he was done, sliding the straps off her shoulders to let the gown slid down her arms, past her hips and to the floor.

“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently, his hands smoothing down her arms to take her hands and help her step from the billowing pile of satin.

Feeling shy for some bizarre reason, she turned a circle for him, showing off her slender body encased in the white satin lingerie she’d chosen for a husband she didn’t, hadn’t, wanted. She was still female, and vain enough to want to look her best on her wedding night. The original intention had been to look so sexy and alluring that, if she was lucky, the old codger kicked the bucket there and then. If he didn’t, then she’d wanted to give him a wedding night he’d never forget, and then never let him touch her again.

She looked at him anxiously, watching his face for any sign of reaction. Sure, she knew he found her attractive…he’d proved that earlier when he’d taken her before the ceremony. But was it the sort of attraction that could blossom into something more?

Reverence claimed his expression, the look in his eyes stunned as he viewed her in her finery for the first time. Her high, pert breasts were encased in embroidered satin, the cups moulding and pushing the twin globes together to form a deep cleavage. She wore high cut, thong panties and lace topped stockings that were no more substantial than a wisp of mist. The whole ensemble was designed to give any red-blooded man an instant hard-on.

She looked down. She already knew he was aroused, had felt the length and breadth of him pressed against her in the lift. Even so, the tenting at the crotch of his pants made her blush. He was big, very big. And, God help her, all she could think about was that hard cock filling her again.

He slid a gentle finger under her chin and lifted her chin so she had to look him in the eye. Tenderness warred with primal need. “That fetish? I think it just became a lifelong obsession…with getting you out of your clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

She bit back a snort of amusement and looped a finger in the front of his pants. Dragging him too her, she lifted on her tiptoes to claim his lips in a quick, torrid kiss.

“I don’t want you to be gentle.” Her words were whispered against his lips as she backed up toward the bed. A hot look in her eyes, she carried on, turning her back and crawling onto the silken sheets in the most sensual manner she could muster. Halfway she looked over her shoulder again, to find he’d shed his clothes and was watching her with hot, predatory interest.

Her heart caught in her chest at the sight of him; all hard, toned muscle, with his cock standing proudly out from his stomach like an iron bar. She caressed his length with her eyes, and licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to get him inside her. At the mere thought, her body hummed and the savage ache between her thighs increased.

“Gods Ash, don’t look at me like that,” he begged, following her across the bed. Reaching out he grabbed her ankle and dragged her until she was under him.

“Why not?”

She smiled up at him, her hands smoothing over his heavily muscled arms. Her hair billowed out around her on the bed, a snarled mess she ignored. All that mattered was the need swirling through her body.