Page 67 of Dark Princess: Shadows
"I bought those to replace all of my other ties. From now on, I will wear blue ties until you decide to change your hair color and then I'll replace them again to match it. I think that speaks of commitment even louder than rings."
Her heart melted. She couldn't wait to be his wife.
"I love you so much."
"I love you, my Marina." Peter looked at her with as much hunger in his eyes as he'd had the first time they had been together.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured as he removed her dress, kissing her skin as he exposed more of it until she was lying naked in front of him.
He leaned away and gazed at her as if she were a work of art. "Absolutely perfect."
When they had first met, she might have thought that he was flattering her, but now she not only believed that he meant it, but also believed it to be true. In Peter's eyes, she was the mostbeautiful of them all, and since his eyes were the only ones that mattered, it was true.
"So are you." She reached for him.
He was still partially dressed, but with his speed, it would take a split second for his trousers to disappear. Sometimes he did it so fast that it almost looked like magic.
He chuckled. "You look at me with so much desire that I'm not sure I want to blindfold you."
"Then don't."
She liked it when he took her vision and freedom of movement away, it heightened her pleasure, but if her coveting gaze pleased him, she would gladly sacrifice the game for him.
Peter smiled. "You know me, love. When I have a plan, I stick to it." He wrapped one of the blue silk ties around her head and tied it on the side so the knot wouldn't bother her.
Closing her eyes, Marina let out a breath and centered herself, ready to fully relinquish control to her mate.
He made quick work of looping a tie around each of her wrists, checking if she was comfortable, and only then tying them to the headboard.
Next, she heard his slacks hitting the floor, and a moment later, he was covering her body with his, his lips taking hers in a passionate kiss that didn't last long.
Peter was a man with a plan, and as he slid down her body, she knew what that plan was.
He attacked with no preamble, his tongue lashing at her clit as he penetrated her with two fingers, sliding them in with ease and slowly pumping in and out of her.
It was nothing like his usual slow buildup, and she wondered whether he was so hungry for her that he was impatient or if it was part of his game plan.
Most likely, it was the latter. Peter did not compromise his plans.
As the pressure built, coherent thoughts became nearly impossible, and Marina was turned into a creature of need, moaning and rocking her hips to get more of those talented fingers inside of her.
When Peter's lips captured her clit, his fingers kept pumping, and her arousal gathered momentum. His other hand traced up to her breast, tugging and pinching her nipple.
Mother above, she was so close.
Then when something cold and metallic rubbed against the turgid peak, she sucked in a breath, and when the clamp closed, it stung. Hissing, she sucked in another breath, waiting for the other clamp to even out the torment.
When it finally happened, she screamed her climax at the top of her lungs.
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PETER
The hotel probably didn't have soundproofing as excellent as the village homes or even theSilver Swan, but Peter couldn't care less if the entire floor had heard his mate scream her climax.
He couldn't get enough of her taste, licking every little bit, but he couldn't afford to linger. He had to remove the clamps.
After taking one of them, he immediately put his mouth around the swollen nipple to ease the pain, licking as the blood rushed in, and then he did the same with the other clamp.