Reign: A Royal Military Romance (56 page)

A
s he carried
his bride down the hallway, Nathan felt like every millimeter of his skin was hyper-sensitized, like he was about to burst out of his own body.

She’s mine
, he thought.
She’s really and truly mine
.

The thought was going to take some getting used to.

In the room, he tossed her onto the bed, and she shrieked, giggling at the same time.

“You’ve got to be gentle with me, Nathan,” she said. “I’m your wife now.”

Nathan couldn’t do anything but laugh, he was so happy.

He bent over the bed again and kissed her hard, feeling her body with his, all softness and yielding flesh, driving him out of his mind with crazy lust.

His bear was roaring harder than it ever had before, completely desperate to mark her, to make her
his
even more than he already had. Nathan wanted to bury himself in Leah, get sweaty and naked again and again until neither of them could move.

Under him, Leah stiffened, and he came back to his senses for a moment.

Remember how she’s never even been to second base before?

Even though every muscle in body protested, he lifted himself off of her.

With one hand, he played with a curl.

“Go ahead,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” he said.

“It’s okay.”

Nathan shook his head. “Not like this,” he said.

Her chest rose and fell against her blue dress, the motion utterly mesmerizing, awakening something deep and primal in Nathan that he’d never felt before.

“How about this,” he said. “I’ll stand here, and you can do whatever you want to me. I promise not to touch you until you’re completely ready.”

Leah stared for a moment.

Then she nodded.

Slowly, reluctantly, Nathan stood. He had an inkling that
this
might be the hardest thing he’d ever done — letting her touch him without touching her at all. Without letting his bear take over and tossing control to the wind.

Deep inside, he trembled, but he stood firm.

Leah stood and looked at him. She seemed more than a little nervous, but then, very gently, she unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, fingers shaking a little.

“I don’t bite,” Nathan said, trying to keep it light, even as it took all his self-control not to throw her back on the bed. “Not unless you ask nicely.”

That got a laugh as Leah undid the second button, then the third button and the fourth. When she reached his pants, she pulled the shirt out and undid the last button, then slid her hands inside, along his stomach.

Nathan suppressed a groan, his breathing getting shallow. Her touch sent little zaps of electricity over his skin, and he trembled as he forced himself to remain perfectly still.

There was nothing he could do about his cock, though. That had stiffened the moment that he’d opened the door to their room and still stood at attention, its entire length aching and rock hard.

Leah traced the muscles on his stomach with one finger, slowly making her way up his chest, over all his hard muscle until she reached his shoulders.

“Can I take your shirt off?” she asked softly.

“You can do anything you want,” he said.

Carefully, she slid his shirt off of his shoulders. Nathan heard it hit the ground behind him with a soft
whump
as Leah ran her hands over his arms and shoulders, biting her lip as she did.

Then she stood on her tiptoes and, very carefully, pressed her lips to one shoulder. Her body brushed up against his cock, softly, and Nathan nearly moaned out loud, even at that tiny touch.

Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, forcing himself not to move, not even to put a hand on her back.

Nothing unless she tells you to
, he told himself yet again.

It was nearly impossible, but he managed.

Her lips, hot and soft, moved along his collarbone slowly, almost shyly, followed by Leah’s finger.

Then she looked up at him, questioningly.

“Do you like that?” she whispered.

“Yes,” Nathan whispered back.

She smiled, running her hands down his torso again. A shiver of pure desire ran down Nathan’s spine, and her fingertips brushed against his belt, looking at the impressive tent in his pants.

“Sorry,” Nathan said. “I can’t control quite everything.”

To his surprise, Leah looked up at him and smiled. He could sense the wild thing, deep inside her, threatening to come to the surface, and he dug his nails into his palms.

“Don’t apologize,” she said, sounding half-shy and half-coy.

Then her fingers moved lower, just barely grazing the tip of his cock through the material of his pants.

Nathan exhaled hard, fighting to maintain control.

Don’t you dare cum in your pants
, he told himself.
Don’t you DARE.

Her fingers moved down the shaft, toward the root, and Nathan forced himself to remain completely still.

As she moved her hands up, she pressed her hand against it harder.

You promised
, Nathan told himself.

Leah was staring at him in near-wonder.

Don’t ruin the first cock she’s ever touched
, he told himself.

She squeezed it again and he gasped, every hair on his body standing on end, every nerve on full alert.

“Did that hurt?” she asked.

“Not at all,” Nathan gasped out.

A slow smile spread across Leah’s face.

“Did it feel good?” she asked, her grin becoming almost wicked.

“Yes,” Nathan growled.

Without saying anything else, she undid his belt buckle, only fumbling a little, then undid the button on his pants and slid his zipper down, his cock pressing against it the whole time. It was slow torture, Nathan thought, as he saw white spots dance in front of his vision.

“Take your pants off,” she said.

Nathan didn’t need to be told twice.

“Get on the bed,” she said. “Lay down.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, teasingly.

Her dress still on, she knelt over his knees, then took the long, hard rod of his cock in one hand, gripping him through the cloth of his boxers.

This time, he did groan with the effort of not moving. He didn’t even lift his hips up off the bed as she stroked him, hard, putting both his arms over his face and exhaling.

“Are you okay?” Leah asked.

He had to laugh.

“I’m more than okay,” he said. “It’s almost impossible for me not to touch you right now. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

She bit her lip, her hand pausing. Then she took it away and slowly got off the bed, standing next to it.

“Undress me,” she whispered.

Nathan paused.

He wanted to undress her with every cell in his body. He felt like his entire being was channeled into that singular desire:
take her, mate her
. But he stopped himself.

“Are you sure?”

In response, Leah turned and reached for the zipper on the back of her dress herself, nudging it down slowly over her upper back, revealing the pale white flesh there inch by inch.

Nathan almost lost his mind.

In a flash, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, the zipper between his fingers, his hand trembling with the sheer force of his lust, unzipping her dress himself.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his lips barely half an inch from the back of her neck.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He pressed his lips against the base of her neck, feeling an electric current pulse through her and into him, making his mind go fuzzy.

Leah sighed.

He unzipped her dress further, following that widening V of skin with his lips, down each vertebra of her back, past her white bra strap until he reached her mid-back and the zipper ended.

Then, with a slowness that made him ache, he pushed the shoulders of the blue dress forward, easing the fabric over her arms and down her body, tugging at it little by little until it fell around her feet in a blue puddle.

He held his breath as she turned around, and for the first time, he saw her perfect, luscious curves in their full, nearly-naked glory. Nathan was stunned into perfect stillness, using every ounce of self-control he had to fight down his pure, primal, animal urges.

Leah blushed bright pink, and the warmth spread down her neck and onto her perfect full, creamy breasts, mostly hidden by a plain white bra.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

In response, the blushing girl reached one hand out to Nathan’s face, cupping his cheek in her palm. He was still sitting on the bed, his eyes even with her neck, and he had to tilt his head up to look at her.

She bent down and kissed him, and one at a time, Nathan put his hands on her waist. Her skin was perfectly soft and warm, just like he’d imagined a thousand times.

“You aren’t finished yet,” she said, her mouth still half on his.

“With what?” he asked.

“Undressing me,” she said, and kissed him more deeply, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

She pressed her body against his and he could feel all her curves, warm and soft and utterly tantalizing as he moved his hands over her small waist and curvy hips, up to the clasp of her bra in the back. He undid it but held it in place for a long moment, still kissing Leah deeply, part of him afraid that she might change her mind at any moment.

When she didn’t, he pulled her bra off slowly, letting her perfect breasts bounce gently out, the dusky pink nipples pointed at the sky.

Nathan didn’t even ask permission. He felt like he couldn’t think straight, and he just took them in his hands, very gently pinching one nipple between two fingers. Leah closed her eyes, her hands on his shoulders for balance, her head tilted back and her mouth slightly open in pleasure.

It was all the invitation he needed.

He took her other hard, pink nipple in his mouth, delicately running his tongue over its pebbled surface. Above his head, he heard Leah moan, just barely.

His body responded but he forced himself to do nothing, forced his bear back yet again. For all Nathan cared, a nuclear bomb could go off outside and he still wouldn’t leave.

Leah ran one hand over his hair, and he took it as a sign. As carefully as he could, he took her nipple between his teeth, applying the slightest bit of pleasure.

She gasped.

“Do that again,” she whispered.

He did, listening again for that slight gasp of pleasure. Already, even through her underwear, he could smell the musk of her arousal. Yet another thing to drive him utterly wild.

Most men would have torn the room apart by now
, he thought to himself.

Then Leah let his head go and hooked her thumbs underneath her simple white panties, easing them from her hips and letting them join her dress and bra on the floor.

L
eah had
no idea what she was doing, but she knew that somehow, it felt right. At a certain point, she’d stopped thinking and simply let her body take over — and her body wanted her naked with Nathan, his hands and lips all over her.

At first she’d felt awkward at giving him instructions, but it was immediately clear that whatever she said, he’d do in a heartbeat or less. He almost seemed to tremble from within from some force she couldn’t understand or name, but she understood that he was fighting
something.
Probably himself.

Now his hands were on her back, gentle but wanting, and he had moved his lips to the sensitive space between her breasts, his mouth slowly making its way down her stomach, each kiss raising goosebumps all over her body.

Then he looked at up her, one hand gripping her hip, his fingers working against her flesh.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Can I stand up?”

Leah nodded, slightly confused.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the basics of sex and what all — or at least most — of the sex acts were. After all, she was sheltered, not an idiot.

In one quick motion Nathan stood and then kissed her, his throbbing erection straining at his boxers, pressed up against her stomach. Without thinking, she tugged them off of him and then she could feel it, all soft skin and smooth hardness, against her. There was a drop of something at the tip.

It was the first time Leah had ever seen an adult man’s penis, and mesmerized, she reached down and took it in her hand.

Nathan growled, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside his chest. It awakened something inside Leah, too, and she squeezed his cock even as he kissed her harder, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and exploring her wantonly.

Then there was a hand between her legs, stroking her curly red hair and slipping between her thighs to her sensitive places. He just barely touched her, but even that was enough to make Leah gasp in surprise and delight.

“Lay down,” he murmured.

Leah’s nerves returned, and she felt a stab of anxiety run through her, despite everything.

“I promise it won’t hurt,” he said, smiling, his face half an inch from hers. “I just want to taste you.”

Leah blushed furiously.

“I don’t know—” she stammered.

“Please?” he said.

His hand just barely grazed her lower lips, slick with desire, and Leah shuddered.

She took a step backward and laid on the other bed, Nathan over her. Before she knew it, her legs were around his wide torso, his erection bobbing somewhere in between them as he left a trail of kisses down her belly to the top of her mound.

Gently but firmly, he pushed her thighs wide, his fingers digging into the soft, creamy flesh and with the very tip of his tongue, he traced the wet, musky outline of her lower lips.

“Oh!” Leah exclaimed, her back arching instantly, her hips bucking forward. Nathan chuckled, the heat of his breath making her squirm.

Lightly, his tongue danced around her, making its way up to her clitoris, that pleasure button.

Leah couldn’t help herself any longer and buried both her hands in his hair, clenching it tightly, moaning. She couldn’t even begin to describe what was happening as Nathan moved his tongue in a slow circle around her clit, lazily flicking it back and forth as she lay on the bed, squirming and moaning. It felt like a river of fire was making its way through her, slowly, every movement of Nathan’s tongue and mouth feeding it into a frenzy.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her hands tightening in his hair. “Nathan, that feels so good.”

She could almost feel him smile, his tongue still gliding smoothly around.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Whatever you do, don’t stop, just please don’t stop...”

The river inside her suddenly crested and she felt herself tilting over an edge as she came, the fire inside her consuming everything. Leah cried out, her toes curling and one hand squeezing the bedspread, her head to the side, her hips bucking desperately off the bed even as Nathan held her down and continued licking at her, patiently.

She saw stars, and for a moment, she thought that everything was going to go black. Her body was completely out of her control, writhing and buckling.

“Nathan,” she gasped, biting her lip, worried she was making too much noise. “Oh my god, Nathan...”

Finally, she practically collapsed into the bed, her body quivering a little from the sheer force of her orgasm.

Nathan leaned his chin against her lower belly and grinned up at her.

All Leah could do was start to laugh.

“Get up here,” she said.

She didn’t have to ask twice, as Nathan crawled upward over her, his hard, taut body against hers as he kissed her deeply. She could smell herself on him, but she didn’t mind at all. There was even something sexy about it.

“Thank you,” she said, her hands roving over his muscled back.

“My pleasure,” he rumbled.

His erection was still pressing up against her. Feeling bolder now, Leah reached down and took it in one hand, squeezing it, sliding her thumb over the tip and gathering the droplets that had collected there.

His head against her neck, Nathan groaned, and she could feel the sheer force of his body. Every muscle was tense, and he seemed like he was fighting against himself in some way she couldn’t quite understand. Her hand in a fist, she moved it down his cock until she was at the root of it, feeling the trembling power there.

“Am I doing this right?” she whispered.

Without answering, still holding himself above her, Nathan put one hand of his over hers, completely enveloping her. Then he squeezed, moving her hand up and down his rock-hard length, slowly going faster and faster.

It didn’t take Nathan long at all, only a few strokes before he was growling into Leah’s neck, every muscle straining like he was just barely keeping himself under control.

“Yes,” he grunted, his hips thrusting downward. “God, yes.”

His whole body had a fine sheen of sweat on it, and Leah could smell the musk in the air even as she watched his hard, perfect body strain.

Suddenly, he jerked and moaned and all at once he came in thick white spurts onto the bedspread, right next to where Leah still lay on her back. His hand on his cock squeezed hers even harder as his whole body strained once, then twice more.

Then he relaxed, going limp and collapsing on top of her, still breathing hard as he kissed her neck, then her cheek, and then finally made his way back to her lips.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” she said, as they rolled onto their sides.

“I didn’t mean to come that fast,” he said. “I can’t help myself with you.”

“We’ll sleep in the other bed tonight,” she said, kissing him lazily.