Adrienne (17 page)

Malik took this as an invitation to continue. He flicked his tongue over and over her throbbing nub and was rewarded with breathless moans. It would seem Adrienne wasn’t a quiet lover, and Malik wondered how loud she could be.

He slipped one finger into her depths to find out.

“Oh,” cried out Adrienne through her fingers. She tried to close her legs but Malik blocked her. She didn’t want him to stop but couldn’t handle the feelings his fingers and tongue invoked.

“You will crush me, my lady,” Malik joked. He laid a kiss on her inner thigh while he kept his finger moving. The teasing feel of her growing lust told him which motions pleased. Her vocalizations did the same thing, but weren’t as rewarding.

“Do you still think my kiss gross?”

Adrienne said nothing.

“Is that a yes, my Adrienne? Shall I stop?”

“No,” Adrienne yelled as she let her legs go slack again. Her hips moved of their own volition to meet Malik’s finger. When she felt his mouth again, her back arched off the bed. This time her clearly audible moan originated deep in her throat.

Tremors started in her body, and Malik caused them. He lapped at her then suckled ever-so-gently. That, coupled with his finger moving deep inside her, was her undoing. Her hands clawed the bed as her climax rolled over her.

Malik removed his mouth and his finger from Adrienne. He sat and watched her recover. Her eyes were closed and she panted. The rise and fall of her breasts drew his eyes and he knew where his mouth would go next.

Instead of immediately ravishing her breasts like he wanted, Malik asked, “Shall I continue, my Adrienne?”

It took a moment for Malik’s question to register in her brain. She blinked open her eyes but couldn’t focus on Malik’s face. “Continue?”

“Are you still scared?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. The only thing he could feel from her was lust, and it finally matched his own.

She shook her head.

“Good,” he rumbled. He lowered his mouth to her breast. When she arched into his mouth, he stole his arm under her back, keeping her arched. His other hand went back to the juncture between her thighs and stroked into her.

Adrienne opened her legs further and moved her hips to get closer to Malik’s hand. He added another finger. She moaned. He stopped driving his fingers into her and made a beckoning motion. Adrienne screamed.

Malik couldn’t help but laugh when she slapped her hands over her mouth again. It seemed his bride didn’t want anyone to know of her pleasure. He had no sympathy for her embarrassment, and continued rubbing and caressing her. He returned his mouth to between her thighs.

With slow movements, he removed his fingers. Adrienne gave a tiny, upset whimper, and it only enticed him. He shouldn’t enjoy teasing her this much, but couldn’t stop. His tongue took the place of his fingers, thrusting into her depths then retreating. He hesitated to see if his bride would object.

The contact surprised Adrienne, but she didn’t want Malik to stop. She reached out to him. He grabbed her hand and threaded his fingers with hers.

His tongue delved deeply only to retreat and wiggle inside her. She didn’t care that his tongue didn’t match the length of his fingers. The motions his tongue made inside of her more than made up for its lack of reach. Adrienne felt herself climax again.

Malik drank in her climax but continued his assault. He eased back on his shield and let his feelings mingle with his bride’s. The immediate euphoric high made him freeze his motions and squeeze his eyes shut. He concentrated on not spilling himself onto the sheets while Adrienne bucked wildly beneath him.

Once he reasserted his control, Malik returned his mouth to its pervious position. Every sound Adrienne made was music to his ears. Many of his motions were made to garner louder and louder responses from his bride. He was surprised the Elite guards had not tried to “rescue” Adrienne, her screams were so loud.

Adrienne’s climaxes started blending into one another until it seemed she was caught in one long perpetual orgasm. She couldn’t catch her breath and yet still vocalized her pleasure.

Malik was satisfied he had tortured his bride enough. Moving slowly, he positioned himself between her legs and pressed the tip of his arousal against her opening. With a whispered apology, he drove forward.

Adrienne screamed, with pleasure. The exquisite fullness that was Malik took her breath away. She thought the sensations of his fingers and then his tongue would be her undoing, but she was wrong.

She wrapped her legs around Malik’s waist, pulling him closer. She wanted to feel more of him. Her arms weren’t long enough to encompass his shoulders, so she settled on digging her nails into his back and hanging on to reality.

Malik braced his weight on one hand while he used the other to loosen the grip Adrienne’s legs had on him, so he could move. He didn’t really need to move—the velvety softness surrounding his member convulsed around him and drew on him. Adrienne had talents of her own.

Despite these talents, he still wished to move and did, slowly. He wanted his first time in Adrienne’s embrace to last as long as it could. It surprised him when breaking her maidenhead didn’t mar the beauty of the night and spark another argument. Adrienne hadn’t even felt it. She was too far gone. Malik soon joined her.

His pace proved too slow for Adrienne as she met his every thrust and ground her hips against his. He sped up his pace. Still she demanded more.

Malik stopped his motions to change position. He sat on his knees, grabbed Adrienne and made her sit astride him. She didn’t seem to mind the new position, as she immediately started moving.

Each time she sheathed him, she rotated her hips. Malik wondered where she learned such a trick. No virgin should move the way his bride did. She knew instinctively what would make him lose all reason.

Adrienne leaned forward and pressed her lips to Malik’s. The kiss was chaste, but he didn’t want a chaste kiss. He reached up and pressed her head forward. He slid his tongue past her lips and demanded her tongue dance with his.

Malik released her lips, hissing as she dragged her nails down his back. Though pleasure clouded his mind, he stopped his magicks from healing the wounds. He would keep them as a memento of his first time with his bride, and the proof of her pleasure.

A pleasure he increased when he reached between them and rubbed his finger against her nub.

Adrienne screamed Malik’s name and clutched at him. It was the only thing she could think of to do. She wanted him to stop, but she also wanted these exquisite feelings to go on forever.

Malik gripped Adrienne’s hips to hold her in place when his release came. If he thought that would stop her movement, he was mistaken. His bride convulsed around him. He sighed at the sensation, then released her.

She started moving again, and he didn’t stop her. His bride wished more of him—Malik could do nothing but obey.

Chapter Twelve

Mushira knocked on Malik’s door promptly at sunrise. Adrienne rolled over with a groan and mumbled something incoherent before she returned to a peaceful slumber.

Malik smiled at her exhaustion. He had only allowed her to go to sleep four hours ago. Although it more seemed like she allowed him. He dozed off and on in that time, but found himself consumed with the need to watch Adrienne as she slept.

He pulled the cover over her nakedness and bid Mushira enter. Saj followed her.

“Majesties…” Mushira started before she noticed Adrienne was asleep. She corrected herself in a lowered voice, “Sire, the cook wishes to know if you and Queen Adrienne will be in the dining hall for breakfast.”

Malik gestured to Adrienne before he answered. “As you can see, Adrienne is too exhausted to handle the court. We will be present at dinner.”

Mushira, satisfied with this answer, bowed her way out of the room. Saj stood his ground and stared at the far wall. Malik knew what Saj wanted and also knew the man wouldn’t leave him alone until he got it.

Saj was one of the servants who had helped finish Malik’s upbringing. Ten years older and a foot shorter, Saj didn’t fear Malik’s temper or magickal prowess. Only a few servants could make that boast.

“The mess is in the bathroom, Saj. Truly, you can leave it until later,” Malik suggested. He learned at an early age that he couldn’t command Saj. The man did what he thought best, and nothing else.

“No, I cannot.” Saj made his way to the bathroom with quick and precise steps. Before he closed the bathroom door, he added, “I will have a servant bring you and the queen a breakfast tray. You will not be able to beget heirs if you are hungry.”

Adrienne stirred again. This time she curled into Malik’s side, or tried to, at any rate. With Malik sitting up, it made the task somewhat difficult. She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. “What’s going on?”

“Mushira and Saj wished to bid us good morning.”

“Oh?” came Adrienne’s reply. She lifted her head and looked around. “I don’t see them.”

“Mushira has gone already. Saj is cleaning the mess we made of the bathroom.” Malik smiled at her instant embarrassment.

Though Adrienne seemed not to notice the tearing of her maidenhead, the blood was still present. Malik had taken Adrienne back to the bathroom and cleaned her. The task led to another encounter, which had ranged over the entirety of the bathroom.

He leaned down and captured her mouth with his. Against her lips he said, “Do not fret. Saj does not mind cleaning. He demands it, actually. Everything in its proper place.” He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

Adrienne tried to pull away while she was still lucid, but Malik’s other arm held her firmly in place. She turned her head from his kisses but her action only made Malik move his mouth to her nipple. She batted at his head and hands to no avail. Even if he released her, she couldn’t escape the liquid warmth sliding along her skin.

“Saj is in the other room. We can’t do this with him in here,” she whispered in a pleading tone.

“He will not come out of that bathroom until it is clean. Even then, he will not exit the room until he is sure he will not embarrass us.”

“He’ll hear us.”

“Correction, my Adrienne, he will hear
you
,” Malik purred. His teeth clamped down lightly on her nipple, punctuating his sentence. Her resulting gasp proved his point, and he smiled.

“I don’t want him to hear me,” she whined. Understanding showed in Malik’s eyes and Adrienne gave a relieved sigh. He sat away from her and she returned his smile. Once Saj left, Adrienne would have no problems allowing Malik to ravish her again. She had enjoyed it.

Malik had no intention of waiting for Saj to leave. He moved forward to kiss Adrienne’s lips. His hand slid down her stomach to steal between her legs. He could feel her dismay but knew soon she wouldn’t care.

He stroked her until she stopped thinking about Saj. Once properly distracted, he entered her. Malik knew Saj heard every moan and cry because Adrienne was not a quiet lover. She vocalized her pleasure to the point where the distance between the bathroom and the bed wouldn’t muffle the sound in any way.

Saj would approve of his queen’s pleasure and his king’s efforts to give her pleasure. Pleasure meant an heir would take root faster. Or it would if Malik hadn’t employed a contraceptive spell to uphold his side of their bargain.

After their mutual climax, Adrienne rolled to face the windows. She couldn’t see anything but sky from her vantage point, but it didn’t matter. The afterglow of making love to her new husband had her too distracted to notice if the bed was on fire, let alone to notice the scenery.

Malik pressed himself against her back, draping one arm around her stomach and propping his head on the other. “Though the barrier was absent, you did not dream last night.”

Adrienne ran her fingers over his arms. “I didn’t sleep long enough to dream.”

“I will not apologize for that.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” she said. She looked at him over her shoulder. “I thought you didn’t care about my nightmares? You didn’t bother to show up on that first night when the others called you.”

He caressed her cheek. “I could feel your fear and I knew what caused it. My presence would not have assuaged that fear but added to it.” He kissed her shoulder. “Qamar reported you were well. I left your care to your maids.”

The bathroom door opened. Saj came out with Malik’s and Adrienne’s wedding attire smoothed over his arm. He bowed. “The bathroom is cleaned, Majesties.”

Malik nodded. “Thank you, Saj.”

He tickled his fingers over her stomach before reaching down between Adrienne’s legs and spreading her nether lips. She stiffened and looked over her shoulder at him. Before she could protest, he entered her from behind, forcing her to clamp her lips shut lest she cry out.

Adrienne closed her eyes as Malik started moving. She didn’t want to look at Saj. The distance between the bed and the door of the bathroom, as well as the blankets she and Malik were under, were enough to muffle Malik’s movements from Saj—she hoped.

Malik continued to move his hips behind Adrienne and stroke her tiny nub. He felt her shiver and knew she fought with herself to remain quiet. His distraction at torturing Adrienne made him miss Saj moving to the foot of the bed. He asked in a breathy voice, “Was there something else you wanted, Saj?”

Saj looked pointedly at the bed. “I wish to take the sheets as well, Malik. The people will want to know Queen Adrienne was virginal.”

Malik pointed at the side of the bed. “I anticipated your request. The sheet is over there.” He returned his hand to Adrienne.

Saj retrieved the sheet. After he looked at the blood stain on the sheet, he nodded in approval. “The people will be happy.”

Malik grunted. Adrienne wasn’t the only one affected. He stopped his movements and finished his conversation with Saj. “The people will be happy but the chancellors will not until they use their magicks to assure themselves the blood is Adrienne’s virgin’s blood and not simply spilled from a wound.”

Saj nodded in agreement. He turned to leave but said over his shoulder, “I shall have your breakfast tray sent up presently. I suggest you finish, Malik.”