4. Sebastian

No! I will not rut Gemma right here on the courtyard tiles like some untamed beast. My perfect wife deserves better than some rushed fuck in the shrubs on her wedding night, yet it takes every ounce of my willpower to break the kiss, scoop her into my arms, and rush back inside toward the bedroom wing.

The dizzying aroma of Gemma"s arousal swirls around me, whipping my primal instincts even further into a lust-filled frenzy as I carry her up the stairs two at a time.

I fumble trying to open the stupid bedroom door. I need to get it together. I"m usually smooth as hell with women, a regular Don Juan, not some bumbling doofus. What happened to my finesse and savoir-faire?

The perfume of Gemma"s arousal has turned me into a barbaric Neanderthal with only one thing on his mind—fucking his wife until she screams in pleasure. Her intoxicating bouquet is totally frying my brain. I want to mark her, to claim her as mine forever. The urge is so strong I can barely focus through the fog of desire.

Finally, the door opens and I carry her in and place her on the plush comforter.

My pulse hammers as my eyes travel the curve of her neck to the tempting swell of her breasts in that lacy dress. My cock is so hard it aches.

Need surges through my veins like liquid fire as I follow her down to cover her lithe frame with my much larger one. Finally, finally, I have her right where I want her—in my bed, pinned beneath me, completely at my mercy.

I still can"t believe this goddess is my wife. My mate. Well, almost mate. Soon, very soon, once I officially claim her...

A feral growl rumbles up from deep in my chest at the thought. My hands roam greedily over every dip and curve of Gemma's luscious body. She arches into my touch, our tongues tangling in a wild, hungry dance. Electricity sizzles between us.

Gemma gazes up at me, her captivating hazel eyes heavy with desire, dark curls spilling across the ivory satin pillowcase. Utterly breathtaking. I trace the delicate lines of her face almost reverently.

"You have no idea how badly I want you right now, wife," I rasp, my voice rough with need. "How much I ache to possess every inch of you."

She swallows hard, chest heaving. "Then what are you waiting for, husband?"

Husband. I like the sound of that falling from her kiss-swollen lips. I like it a whole hell of a lot.

"I"m going to savor you," I promise darkly. "Every. Last. Bit."

I set to work at once divesting Gemma of her gown. As much as I appreciate the way the delicate lace and beadwork hug her curves, it needs to come off before I shred it. With a few deft moves, the dress is in a puddle on the ground, revealing her flawless skin and mouthwatering breasts encased in scraps of white satin and lace. Her bra quickly follows—it too falling to the floor.

"Exquisite," I breathe, drinking in the sight greedily. My hands skim over the plump swells, thumbs grazing the sensitive peaks until they pebble against my touch. Gemma lets out a breathy little moan and arches up, silently begging for more.

I"m more than happy to oblige. Propping myself on one elbow, I trail open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breast, reveling in the softness of her skin and the warm, delicious feminine scent wafting from her. When I close my lips around one dusky crest, Gemma cries out sharply, her fingers sinking into my hair.

I suckle and lave the sensitive peak until she"s writhing beneath me, hips pressing urgently into my rock-hard erection through the layers of fabric. Her responsiveness is beyond erotic. Every one of her breathy gasps and whimpers shoots straight to my throbbing shaft. I lavish the same attention on her other breast, teasing and pleasuring until she"s writhing and begging.

"Sebastian, please..." Gemma pants, head thrashing on the pillow. Her nails rake my scalp, sending electric shocks zinging down my spine.

I"m burning alive, my lungs heaving in the incensed air. Blood pounds in my ears as my restraint frays. I want to bury myself to the hilt inside her wet heat. The urge is so strong my muscles quake with it.

Patience,I remind myself. My mate gets her pleasure first.

With effort, I rein back the savage impulse, gentling my touch. I kiss my way down the quivering expanse of her stomach, lingering to swirl my tongue around her navel. When I reach the scrap of white lace between her thighs, I catch it in my teeth and slowly drag it off, baring her completely.

"Oh god," Gemma whimpers, fisting the comforter beneath us. Her heady aroma is making my head swim.

Unable to help myself, I nuzzle the neatly trimmed thatch of dark curls, breathing deeply. "Mmm, you smell divine."

I drape her thighs over my shoulders, opening her fully to my hungry gaze. She"s glistening, swollen and enticing. The sight alone has me painfully hard and leaking.

I blow a stream of air over her sensitive flesh, watching in delight as she shivers and arches, glossy and so very ready. Unable to resist, I lean in and run my tongue through her slick flesh in one long, slow lick.

"Sebastian!" Gemma bucks wildly against my face, hands flying down to fist in my hair.

"That"s it, my beautiful wife, let me hear you," I encourage huskily before diving back in, lapping at her sweet essence like a man dying of thirst. I explore every fold and crease, circling her little pearl with the tip of my tongue. She"s delicious, musky and sweet, and her breathy cries spur me on.

When I thrust my tongue deep inside her, Gemma practically sobs. Her thighs clamp around my head. "Oh god, yes! Right there, don"t stop!"

Like I would ever. I fuck her with my tongue, reveling in her responsiveness, the way she"s coming apart at the seams. I want to bring her pleasure like she"s never known.

I add my fingers, thrusting knuckle-deep as I suckle her swollen clit. The dual sensation has Gemma keening, her back bowing sharply off the bed.

"That"s it, come for me," I coax roughly, increasing the pressure. "Let go, Gemma."

A few skillful flicks of my tongue and she"s flying apart with a hoarse cry, her sex rippling and clenching around my fingers as ecstasy crashes through her. I work her through it, lapping up her sweet release until she collapses back against the sheets, limp and sated.

I crawl up her body, my shaft throbbing almost painfully now. The haze of need is a roar in my blood, demanding to stake my claim, but I force myself to take my time. Her pleasure is my priority.

"I need you," I rasp against her lips. "Need to be inside you."

"Yes," Gemma breathes, wrapping her legs around my hips to urge me closer. "Do it. Please, fuck me."

I groan softly as I notch myself at her entrance, the broad head of my cock nudging her wet folds. With infinite care, I press forward, losing myself inch by delicious inch in her silken, scorching heat.

Gemma digs her nails into my shoulders, panting harshly as I fill and stretch her. She doesn"t tense or resist. It"s like her body was made for mine, welcoming me home.

When I"m seated to the hilt, I pause, savoring the exquisite feel of her snug sheath around me.

"You feel incredible," I breathe against her neck. My hips flex almost involuntarily, a subtle rock that has us both gasping. "Perfect."

The connection between us is a palpable, living thing. It's deeper than mere physical joining. It's as though our souls have recognized one another and come home. She must feel it too, right? She has to. It's so strong we're like two halves of a whole.

Gemma's fingers dig into my flesh, her breath coming in hot little pants against my skin. "I"ve never felt anything like this before..."

Neither have I. No woman has ever affected me so profoundly or fits me so completely—body and soul.

The primitive heat swirls in my veins. I start to move, unable to hold back any longer, thrusting slow and deep.

"Sebastian," Gemma moans brokenly. Her fingers bite into the flexing muscles of my back. "God, you"re so deep..."

My spine arches as her body welcomes me with greedy, rippling pulls. The pleasure borders on pain, igniting every nerve ending. I set a steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt.

"I will never get enough of you," I groan, picking up speed. The headboard starts to rattle, the sound drowned out by our ragged breathing and moans. "Never..."

Gemma whimpers, meeting my thrusts urgently. "Oh, god… Oh, god…"

Mine, the feral voice of my dragon purrs. The thought of her growing round with my young sends a thrill through me. The mental picture splinters my restraint and control.

My hips slam forward, grinding against her swollen bud with each hard thrust. Gemma cries out sharply, thighs clamping around my pistoning hips as the telltale flutter of her impending climax begins.

"That"s it, come for me," I rasp, winding my hand between us to strum her clit. "Let me feel you come."

With a sobbing moan, Gemma shatters in my arms, a rippling tide of sensation that pulls me right over the edge with her in a violent rush. I roar my release, spurting endless streams inside her clenching pussy as ecstasy engulfs me.

Panting harshly, I press my forehead to hers as we ride out the aftershocks together. I"m light-headed and shaky—a feeling that's completely new to me. Never in all my life have I experienced anything so profound.

"That was amazing," Gemma whispers. Her hazel eyes are soft as I gently brush damp tendrils of hair from her flushed face and gaze down at her in wonder.

There"s a tiny voice in the back of my head asking how I got so lucky, how I stumbled into this impossible blessing. At the same time, a deeper part of me knows what this is.

This is fate. Destiny.

We were meant for each other—a perfect fit in every possible way. And even if I don"t quite understand the hows or whys, I"m smart enough to know to grab on with both hands and never let go.