Her heated gaze found his again. "You'll thank me later."
Staring at her pulse, his fangs ached in anticipation of her sweet blood with a faint hint of alcohol. "I think it's time to do the toast."
Once his mother's goblet was filled with wine, he motioned to a footman. A bell rang through the room until it quieted. Standing and raising the golden cup, he said clearly, "Thank you all for attending today. It's been a long time since one of the Dark Lords wed, and it truly is something to celebrate." He glared around the room. "But also know that if any of you so much as touch my bride without permission, you will regret it."
He heard Yesenia sigh with irritation at his side, but he ignored it. "May others waiting for their fated ones be as lucky as I am. Here's to my clever, beautiful, and powerful bride—Yesenia Yates. Mrs. Yates to everyone else."
Leo raised the goblet and then lowered it, putting it to Yesenia's lips. Their eyes met as she swallowed slowly. He moved the cup away and licked the drop of wine from her mouth, kissed her gently, and then took his own sip before putting the goblet down on the table.
He barely heard the cheers as he scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the room.
The feel of her soft breasts against his chest, her delicious scent filling his nose, and the warmth of her body was too much. He would never make it from the public side of his gaming hell—closed for the event—to their private quarters.
So he went to the study he used on the gaming hell side, and once inside, shut and locked the door and trapped Yesenia against it. He took her lips in a rough kiss, his hands squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. When she moaned, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, he broke the kiss and barked, "Tell me you're not attached to this dress."
She blinked. "Not really."
"Good."
He ripped it down the middle, through the skirt, and tossed it aside. He muttered as he dealt with her corset and chemise. Only once her shoes and stockings were gone did he take her mouth again, grip her arse, and lift her up against him.
As much as he wanted to feel her skin against his, the heat of her quim against his trouser-clad cock was too much. "I need to be inside you, love. Now."
She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged gently. "Then do it. If I have to tell you again to never hold back with me, I may just need to tie you up and torture you slowly with my mouth, tongue, and fingers until you get it."
He groaned, his dick even harder now at the image. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"
She took his face in her hands. "Later. For now, fuck me like you can't live without me."
He nipped where her shoulder met her neck. "You know I can't live without you, love. But if you need more convincing, then I can't disappoint my new wife."
"Leo—"
He cut her off with a kiss, balancing her against him and the door while tearing his trousers open. He positioned his cock at her dripping cunny and thrust. Yesenia cried out, breaking the kiss, her head leaning back against the door.
The side of her neck, her racing pulse, right in front of him was too much, making his fangs ache. He bit her neck without a word, lapping her sweet blood as she convulsed around his cock. Something triggered inside him, and he began pounding inside her, uncaring about the door rattling from the force, needing to be as close as he could to his female.
Yesenia's moans, and cries, and undulating hips told him she burned as much for him as he did for her.
Moving his lower body faster, he released his bite on her neck, licked the wounds, and kissed her mouth.
As their tongues twirled and battled, he moved a hand between them to flick and rub her clit.
When she cried out again, Leo thrust once, twice, three times and stilled as she wrung from him the most intense orgasm of his life, each jet from his cock sending him higher, to a point it felt as if she took parts of his soul with each one.
Eventually he finished and leaned his head against her shoulder. As their harsh breathing filled the room, her fingers traced shapes on his back through his jacket and shirt, caressing the scars she could feel through the layers of material.
At one time, he'd hated the physical reminders. They'd not only represented his father's power over him, but also how he'd spent his time when his sister had suffered.
But now he knew it had all been worth it, because those toils had brought him to this moment, this female, this life. He kissed her softly. "I love you."
She smiled, the kind of smile that lit her eyes and melted his heart. "I love you too. And not just because I'm trying to butter you up for more of whatever just happened."
He chuckled, slowly walked back, slid her down his body, and held her close. He brushed the hair back from her face and smiled. "Why do I have the feeling my cock is going to be sore by morning?"
Looping her hands around his neck, she pressed her tits and hard nipples against his chest. His dick started to harden again already. "It's a rare treat to get you all to myself for a whole night." She nipped his bottom lip. "And I plan to take full advantage of it, especially with this new magical birth control ring Rebecca gave me as a wedding present." She lowered her voice further. "Is it wrong that I like feeling your cum dripping down my thighs?"
Fuck.Leo was one lucky male.Thank you, fate, for giving me her.