He let out a mischievous chuckle, and she reached down to pull his face up to hers.
“I want you,” she murmured.
Ace took her dress from the bottom and helped her roll it up. She then sat up, and he unzipped it from the back, which would make it easier to pull up over her head. He placed it down gently, knowing how expensive it had been.
The gesture only made her more ravenous for him.
“Baby,” she moaned.
She pulled him by the neck to lay on top of her. Feeling his weight made her feel a sense of peace she had never known existed. Their mouths met again, slowly at first, then urgent and ferocious. Emma could feel his cock pressing into her, and she simply couldn’t wait anymore.
“Get inside me,” she ordered.
Ace raised an eyebrow as he sat up slightly, taking his shaft in hand and teasing her.
“Is that what you want, Mrs. Moretti?”
The sound of her new name sent shivers down her spine. She nodded, running her hands through his hair.
“I want your cock, and I want it now, Accia.”
Ace’s eyes sparkled as he moved himself inside her at last. They both groaned with pleasure as he settled between her legs, resting his arms on both sides of her head and kissing her magical tits.
He thrust into her, and she let out a deep growl. She had missed feeling him so close that they could disappear into each other.
“God, I missed you,” Emma whispered.
Ace brought his mouth to her nipples, sucking and licking, increasing the sensory experience of their lovemaking. It shot lightning bolts from her breasts to her core, then from her core back up to her breasts. She knew that wouldn’t last very long with that much pleasure being elicited.
But she reveled in it anyway. She bucked her hips against her husband’s magnificent cock as he thrust deeper, meeting each other with echoing thunderclaps of their bodies. She gripped her hands against the sides of the mattress as she watched his hips hammer into her, sticking out her chest at the same time.
He treated her like the goddess he claimed she was, worshiping every inch of her body. No one thought of her that way, especially anyone who had followed through with their devotion.
When Emma was getting close, she took Ace by the head and pulled him up to her face. He never wavered in his thrusting; his hands had moved down to her hips, and he used them as leverage to hit her harder in her sweet spot.
She met his gaze, his incredibly sexy and gorgeous face lost in the collision of their bodies. She made sure he was fixated on her, then she took him by the chin and spoke assertively.
“I’m ready,” she said as he thrust.
They had spoken about the claiming scratch before the wedding. Obviously, Emma had never been with a shifter, so she had no clue what fated mates or claiming scratches were in the first place. He had been so compassionate and understanding, letting her know that it was a tradition but that he didn’t have to do it.
She told him he could and that she wanted to be all of his forever. If that meant scratching her, then she would happily embrace it.
Ace looked down at her as the thrusts became sharper, his own climax reaching the pinnacle. He nodded, then brought his mouth down roughly against hers. Emma closed her eyes and tasted him, pushing herself harder against him and excitedly waiting for him to spill.
“I love you, Emma,” he breathed.
“I love you too, Ace.”
Ace hammered into her as she moaned his name, crying out and arching her back as her orgasm exploded. A few seconds later, Ace came too, and at the identical moment, claws protruded from beneath his normal human-looking fingernails.
In any different circumstance, Emma may have been afraid. But he was her husband, and she trusted him so deeply.
He groaned as he reached for her hip with one clawed hand while continuing to use the other for leverage while thrusting inside her. He touched her skin and lightly left a line along her waist, which drew the thinnest amount of ruby red blood.
“Oh, Emma!” he grunted.
Ace rocked against her as they soared into the sky with pleasure. His head fell onto her neck as they absorbed the moment. Emma knew she had happily committed herself to a shifter who would never leave her side.