Chapter 39

T orin was starving for her, and he was insatiable.

It had nothing to do with the fucking moon and everything to do with her.

His wife.

And his mouth was already on hers even though they had just made it into the tent. Everyone had stopped to talk to them, and Emara had been accommodating while he had wanted to shove through them all to get his wife alone.

Someone had set up lanterns and arranged flower petals in the marital tent. Torin didn't think Emara had even seen them yet, her eyes closed as he kissed her. He pulled the ribbons apart at the back of her dress, and she let out a moan against his mouth that he was not ready for. He needed to be inside of her, to feel her skin beneath his lips. He kissed down the back of her neck and she melted into him, her hands running over his shoulders and into his hair as he loosened every hook on the glorious dress she was wearing. He considered keeping it on, but there was too much material.

As beautiful as she was in the dress, he needed it off.

Because of its weight, it was already falling to the floor, revealing what was underneath. He took a moment to watch her, reluctantly pulling back from her mouth to see the dress slide over her curves and hit the floor. Her breasts were full and shapely, and he immediately wanted to glide his tongue over them to earn a moan from his wife. He could tell she was ready for him—she always was—and he was more than ready for her.

He was hard, and he couldn't wait to feel her softness. Unable to wait, she pulled at his tunic, and he worked to get every weapon off him as quickly as he could. Thank fuck he had taken off his armour earlier. The leather hit the floor at the same time as his belt and weapons scattered.

"I have waited all night to have you like this," he admitted as he breathed into her mouth.

"I have waited all night for you to take off this tunic." She pulled, and a gust of air aided her in making sure the clothing was off quicker, the breeze blowing against his skin.

She was getting better at those little tricks, and Torin had all sorts of ideas he wanted to try with her, all sorts of magic they could do together.

Torin kissed from her neck down to her perfectly hard nipple. A loud moan escaped her as he took her flesh in his mouth, and she fired a hand across her lips, sealing it in.

He removed her hand. "Don't." He almost had to stop himself from growling. She should never shut down those beautiful, breathy moans that meant she was getting as lost in this as he was.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed through panted breaths. "They will hear me."

"Well, let them fucking hear."

"Torin!" She laughed, and her head fell back as he turned his attention to her other breast. She gasped, and he liked that.

His fingers danced around the hem of her underwear, and she arched into him, giving him permission to take it further. A smile graced his lips. "You are so bossy even when you don't speak."

"Get used to it, husband," she whispered, her eyes shut in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to give to her. She called out as he slid his fingers between her thighs, heated and wet, and her nails scored into his back. He teased the bundle of nerves. "I need you inside me." She rolled her hips impatiently, encouraging him.

For one second more, he enjoyed looking at her like this, her cheeks blushed pink with pleasure, her features relaxed, and her hair already messy.

"No, angel," he breathed. "This is our wedding night, and as your husband, I am going to take my time to pleasure my wife." As he kissed her collarbone, Torin brushed down one stroke of his thumb over her swollen apex.

"Oh Gods," she almost screamed. "Torin, please, as your wife, I need you to be inside me. I need it. I command it."

He withdrew his fingers and her eyes flew open.

"What are you doing?" she breathed.

"You command me?" he said, his voice low. "You command me?"

A dangerous smile of her own met with his.

His angel believed that she could command him, that she could demand anything she wanted and he would give in. It was normally true, but if she wanted to be in command, she would need to fight for it tonight.

Emara stood, breathless and needy in front of him, and the most beautiful part of it was that she finally didn't shy away. He fucking loved it when she was feisty. Confident. Commanding.

"Yes," she said with a little more resistance this time. "I command you to stop teasing me and just give me what I want."

He gave her the showtime smile. "Oh, angel," he said in a sultry voice that he knew only multiplied her desire. As he walked around her, he placed a hand on her navel, and it travelled with him as he walked around her, pulling a shiver from her spine. Torin was happy to see her skin prickle at his touch, to see his effect spread across her body.

He pressed a kiss into her spine and Emara shuddered. He nibbled on her earlobe before he said, "Do I need to remind you that I am the commander, Emara Blacksteel? "

He loved her old name, Emara Clearwater, but her new name on his lips made his dick harden even more. He had to gather his willpower—and fast—to not give in to her.

"You know I will never fall in line, Torin Blacksteel." She glared up at him, and the magic in his veins screamed at her power matching his. The lanterns that lit the tent sent shadows into her eyes, making them darker, and those same shadows hugged her beautiful body. Her mouth, full and swollen from their kisses, was ready for him to take. "But only in these moments, where it is just me and you, will I surrender to you, Commander."

She sent him a look of pure defiance, and his heart almost combusted in his chest.

Torin closed the distance between them, his frame towering over her. "You're mine and only mine. And in these moments just between us, I am going to remind you why you should never surrender to anything but what we have, what we share together."

Torin edged her backwards so that her back hit one of the poles that kept the tent standing, and a gasp escaped her mouth. Torin took advantage of it, swooping in and crashing his lips to hers. He ripped the lacey bridal underwear from her body and discarded them with one hand.

She gasped again. "Will you ever stop doing that?"

"Never," he said. "Only if you stop wearing them will I stop ripping them off of you."

A giggle escaped her, and her hand pushed against his chest to halt his movements. "Take note, Commander Blacksteel," she said in between kisses, "the next briefing that I have with you, I will not be wearing any underwear."

A scandalous smile breached his lips. "As your commander, I agree to this."

Reaching up, she grabbed his hair, but he took both of her wrists in one hand. She wasn't going to talk about wearing no underwear so that she could get what she wanted. He was still in charge here.

He hoped.

He prayed.

"No, angel," he said. "You're going to keep your hands on the pole and you are not going to remove them until I say otherwise." He let go of her wrists and grinned as he said, "That is my first command as your husband. I am in charge tonight."

He could see the stars of glorious dominance dance in her eyes, but for the first time ever, she bit down on her lips and did as she was told.

Maybe this surrender was a wedding gift.

He swallowed down the need to be in her as his eyes raked over every part of her. Her eyes were like flames as she watched him drink her in. Her beautiful thighs pressed together, and he so desperately wanted to be between them. Torin wanted to feel every bit of her as he buried himself inside her.

Emara's head fell back against the pole, surrendering to him, and Torin dropped to his knees. "Put one leg over my shoulder," he commanded her. She looked down through dark lashes and lifted her leg, exposing herself to him.

With a grin on his face, Torin leaned forward and drove his tongue right up her core. She couldn't hold in a cry of his name, and he wasted no time in sliding his fingers deep into her. His tongue found the bundle of nerves that had been waiting for his touch. Her back arched, pushing herself even further into his mouth and she yelled at the Gods. He withdrew his fingers and put his hand to her hip, stopping her swaying.

"Keep your hands on the pole," he reminded her as he stood. "Do not remove them no matter how intense this gets."

She whimpered as her crash of release came to an end. Hooking his arms around her thighs, he hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her ass, holding her in place as his mouth found hers and the tip of his cock found her entrance. A high moan left her throat as he thrust every inch of himself inside of her.

Fuck she felt so good.

He rolled his hips again, and all the tension and desire bundled together and threatened to explode already. He thrust forward again, causing another cry to spill from her lips, and before he knew it, he was lost to her. He thrust again, picking up the pace, and pleasure ripped through his entire body. Her hands tightened on the pole as her hips met his endless demand, the pounding together of their skin a melody that he craved so much.

Her thighs tightened around him, and his hands firmly gripped her ass.

He was wild and unrelenting as he worked himself inside her, holding her in place so that he could meet her in a euphoric rhythm as she ground against him.

"I love you," he breathed against her cheek as he gave her everything that he had. "I loved you before you would even look at me that way, before I knew this was possible."

Every breath, every moan, was sending her closer to the edge of that spiralling bliss, and he loved it.

"I love you too," she managed. "I've loved you from the minute you challenged me to use my magic to the minute I took your name. I love you, Torin Blacksteel. Endlessly."

The sound of his name on her lips sent him crazy. Her climax exploded and he tumbled over with her as he called her name. With his last thrust, they collapsed into each other, snapping the pole and taking the tent down with them as they hit the ground. Heavy fabric surrounded them, and Emara quickly snuffed out any flame with her magic.

Torin couldn't even register what had happened fully, but all he knew was that he had somehow twisted and Emara was now on top of him. A tremor shook through him, and he blinked away the stars from a mind-blowing release.

Emara laughed and batted away the tent's fabric. "Did we just break the martial tent?"

He bit into his lip to hide how much he enjoyed it. "I think we did."