Emma

EMMA

Tazhr scooped me up effortlessly the moment we crossed the threshold into the lavish room the family rented for us, his mouth finding mine in a fierce kiss. I clung to him, euphoric laughter bubbling out between heated caresses. At last, we were truly alone, free to celebrate our marriage properly.

"My wife," Tazhr growled approvingly against my neck as he carried me toward the bedroom. The new appellation sent delight racing through me. After so many obstacles, the reality of becoming his mate still stunned me.

Tazhr set me on my feet next to the bed and regarded me hungrily. My skin warmed under the smoldering desire in his hooded gaze. With tantalizing slowness, he undid the intricate lacing of my gown, nuzzling each new expanse of bare skin revealed.

I clung to his broad shoulders, quivering with anticipation as his deft claws made short work of the delicate fastenings. When at last, the gown slipped free, pooling around my feet, I stood before him clad only in lace undergarments.

Tazhr's appreciative rumble raised goosebumps across my newly exposed flesh. "Exquisite," he pronounced, the heat in his eyes belying the tender brush of his fingers along my collarbone and down between my breasts. I leaned into the feather-light caress, silently begging for more.

With deliberate care, Tazhr finished undressing me until no barriers remained between us. The raw hunger etched on his chiseled features was almost enough to undo me right then. But I needed to reciprocate, to worship my husband in turn on our long-awaited wedding night.

Guiding his hands to my hips, I slid down his muscular form, fingers working to unfasten his formal robes along the way. Tazhr groaned in mounting urgency but let me set the pace.

At last, I knelt before him, nuzzling against the impressive bulge still trapped behind black silk shorts. Locking eyes with him, I mouthed my husband through the thin fabric until he snarled my name. Then ever so slowly, I eased the shorts down, freeing his rigid cock inches from my parted lips.

"Emma, please..." Tazhr choked out hoarsely, fighting to remain still as I teased my tongue along his length. His obvious desperation to bury himself inside my mouth made my own arousal spike higher. But I intended to savor every gasp and shudder tonight.

Finally, I relented, taking him fully into my throat and setting a maddening rhythm of sucking and stroking guaranteed to fray what little self-restraint remained. Hips bucking helplessly, Tazhr fisted his hands in my hair to guide each plunge between my eager lips. I relaxed my tongue and throat muscles, determined to give him the same mind-shattering release he never failed to grant me.

Just before his climax took him, Tazhr wrenched himself free of my mouth with a ragged groan. In one smooth motion, he swept me up and tossed me onto the bed, pinning me beneath his hulking frame.

"You'll pay for that exquisite torture, wife," he threatened against my racing pulse. I only whimpered and arched up invitingly in response. We were beyond words now, our heated bodies communicating everything necessary as we joined at last.