“What mean you?” she asked breathlessly. ’Twas the truth it was becoming increasingly more difficult to draw air into her lungs. Her chest was tight and an odd squeezing sensation gripped her until she was light-headed.

He tugged the furs from her clenching fingers and tossed them down toward her feet.

“What I mean is that tonight I’m not going to stop short of my complete and utter satisfaction.”

His eyes gleamed as his fingers stroked over one full breast to her nipple. He thumbed it gently until it puckered into a taut bud.

“And my satisfaction?” she asked crossly. The man sounded selfish and arrogant.

He smiled. “I don’t think you’ll be complaining, lass. You certainly weren’t the night after our wedding night.”

She had nothing to say to that because the man was certainly right.

Her legs trembled. Her fingers shook. Butterflies danced in her belly and up into her throat.

He bent over and then slid one knee onto the bed until he was over her, so close that she could feel the heat of his breath.

Instead of pressing his mouth to hers as she expected, he angled his head and brushed his lips over her neck.

It was like being caught in a fierce lightning storm.

She gasped and arched upward, her head falling back in an invitation for him to nuzzle below her ear.

“You have beautiful skin, lass.”

His voice purred over her throat, vibrating and husky until her entire body tingled in anticipation of where he’d kiss her next.

His teeth sank into the column of her neck, light and grazing, a gentle nip and then one a bit harder.

“You taste as sweet as you look.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “You have a wicked mouth, husband.”

“And to think I’ve only just begun.”

CHAPTER 11

Chapter 12

Rionna reached up to grasp Caelen’s shoulders, her fingers digging into his hard muscles. She strained upward, wanting more of his mouth. Shivers of delight raced in patterns over her flesh, like raindrops on a warm summer afternoon.

“That’s it, lass. Hold on to me.”

Gently he lowered her until her back met the bed and she landed with a soft bounce.

“You’re a feast for a man’s eyes.”

“Why is it the bed chamber is the only place you have a kind word for me?” she said with a twist of her lips.

He reared back, a faint smile curving his mouth. “ ’Tis the only time you’re obedient, wife.”

She balled her fist and hit him ineffectually on the shoulder. He captured her wrist and pulled it over her head, holding it there as he cupped one of her breasts and caressed the swell.