Chapter 40

Chapter Forty

" I thought the guests would never leave," Ethan said.

"That is hardly a hospitable attitude."

Xenia's teasing voice came from behind the dressing screen. That was not the only thing teasing him. He could see the outline of his bride's nubile form as she finished getting dressed for bed. He didn't know why she bothered when he intended to divest her of her clothing at the first opportunity.

His blood heated as she bent over. Through the translucent silk screen, he could see the curvy silhouette of her bottom. Beneath his dressing gown, he was hard as granite, and when she smoothed her hands over her hips and waist, his cock wept a tear of lust. Devil and damn, he couldn't take much more of her provocative little show, which reminded him of…

Oh ho. He knew exactly what it reminded him of.

Sirena.

"You little minx." He narrowed his eyes. "You're teasing me on purpose."

"Is it working, my lord? Am I making you hard?"

Christ, she was using Sirena's voice, her sultry tones like a caress against his balls. Given who he'd married, he should have known that his wedding night would be far from ordinary. Anticipation simmered, and he praised God once again for giving him a naughty bride. A wife who liked to play passionate games—his perfect match in every way.

"You'll have to work harder than that." It was a lie, but he enjoyed pushing her. "Touch your tits for me like a good girl."

She did, cupping her full mounds in her hands. He could see the protruding tips, his pulse quickening as she teased them between her fingertips, plucking lightly.

"Harder," he ordered. "Pinch them like I would."

With a breathless whimper, she did.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes. It makes me feel so needy."

"That is because you're a hot little vixen. Tell me, is that naughty cunny of yours wet?"

"I'm drenched, sir."

"We must make certain. My cock is huge for you, and I don't want to hurt your snug little pussy when I ram it in. Pet yourself and tell me when you're wet enough to take me."

Her hitched breaths told him she was as aroused by their filthy talk as he was. She didn't hesitate to follow his command, reaching between her thighs. He was glued to her shadowy movements, not wanting to miss a thing. How many grooms were lucky enough to have their bride give such a performance on their wedding night?

"I'm so wet and ready," she said with a sigh.

"That didn't take long. Prove it. Hold your fingers up against the screen."

She did, and the wet spot she left on the silk made his blood rush. He strode over, licking her fingers through the screen, and her husky moan was more than he could take. In the next instant, he yanked her from behind the barrier and into his arms. They kissed with wild abandon while he carried her to his bed.

There, he indulged in one of his favorite treats, coaxing her to sit atop his face—not that Xenia needed much coaxing. Her sleek thighs framing his head, she held onto the headboard as she rode his tongue like the darling wanton she was. When she spent, he gripped her bottom, savoring every delectable drop of her juice.

Only then did he roll atop her, entering with a deep thrust that sent bliss blazing up his spine. Her body held him as reverently as her eyes. The sense of rightness—of being where he was meant to be—overwhelmed him.

"You're mine," he said hoarsely. "Now and forever."

"Yes," she breathed. "Take me, Ethan."

She'd forgotten her sultry role, but he didn't mind. Sirena was just icing on the cake that was his Xenia. He drove into her, and she urged him on. They moved in perfect unison, attuned in body, mind, and heart. As primal need took over, he slung her knees over his shoulders, pounding her pussy at a fierce tempo, and his wife came again. Her rippling passion summoned his own crescendo. He roared with ecstasy, slamming into her as the climax seized him—a finale as hot, wild, and beautiful as their love.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, her nose, and her lips. "I adore you, Lady Xenia Harrington."

Her smile was glowing. "And I you, my lord."

"By the by, thank you for the wedding gift." He waggled his brows. "I wasn't sure I would see Sister Sirena again."

"It's true she has retired." His beloved's eyes had a naughty twinkle. "But for you, my love, she is available for private performances."