Only then did he roll onto his arse and drag her to her knees astride his lap.

She clamped onto his head under his ears at both sides and breathed a fiery, “Yes,” against his mouth, moving her hips to seek his shaft.

“Silence.”

“Mars.”

“Silence.”

“Mars.”

It was a plea, and her squirming was nearly his undoing.

But this was it.

Their consummation.

He was husband about to truly take his wife.

He was king about to truly claim his queen.

And he was Mars, she was Silence, and therefore he was intent on giving her more.

With this in mind, carefully, and slowly, he did something he had never done to his bride.

He slid a finger inside her.

He felt his cock twitch.

Gods, that sleek clutch.

Her head fell back, a moan escaped her throat and somewhere in the back of his mind he thanked all his gods she enjoyed riding.

“My wife, look at me.”

She didn’t look at him.

Instinctively, she was riding his finger.

Fuck, she felt extraordinary.

He needed to get inside.

“Wife,” he bit, using his free hand to right her head and control her movements. “Look at me.”

She focused on him hazily.

“Grasp my cock,” he ordered.

His greedy queen did not delay in that. Her little hand wrapped around what was hers with a possession that made his balls swell and his aching shaft bead.

He drew his finger out of her slick tightness and then shoved two of them back in.

She gasped.

“I vow to give my body to no other but you,” he growled.

Silence stilled.

Completely.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I vow to give my body to no other but you,” she whispered reverently.

“And I vow to take no other body but yours,” he went on.

“And I vow to take no other body but yours,” she parroted, her eyes filling with wet.

He started stroking her pussy with his fingers.

She licked her lips and took his cue, stroking his cock.

He moved his hand from her hair to wrap it around hers on his shaft and stroked up, covering her thumb and pressing it to the underside of the head.

“I will be pierced here, for you.”

The wet in her eyes trembled.

“Mars,” she breathed.

“You will not be pierced, wife,” he rumbled. “You will be pristine and untouched…by anyone but me.”

“I don’t want anyone touching you either.”

“Basil will do it,” he grunted.

“Oh.”

Fuck.

That word on his woman’s lips.

He needed to finish this and have her.

“I want you pierced at your navel for me.”

“All right,” she agreed immediately.

Mars smiled, it died before he growled, “I will do that piercing.”

“Shall we do it today?”

Ah yes, his greedy little queen.

Sadly, he had to deny her.

“I do not have a gem worthy for your body in the now, mio ardente.”

She pouted.