“R-ribbon?” he asks, voice tight.

“What?” I turn my head, trying to look back at him.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Gods, no! Keep going!” I try to arch against him, lifting up my backside in silent encouragement. “Give me everything,” I pant. “Give me your cock. Give me your knot.”

He growls low in his throat, and his hips surge against mine once more. It’s as if he can no longer control himself, and now that he knows I’m not hurt, he’s free to claim me as he wants. He pounds into me from behind, rocking our bodies together and driving into me with such force that each thrust leaves me breathless. My toes curl as he pumps into me, and the sensation is so good that a low curl of pleasure starts to warm deep in my belly, a sign that I just might have an orgasm from thrusting alone.

“More,” I cry out, eager to chase that sensation. “Harder, Nemeth. More!”

“Can you take my knot?”

Is he not giving me everything? “Yes.” I widen my legs, trying to give him more access to my body that’s already stretched tight around him. “Give me everything. Make me your mate.”

“You’re so tight,” he hisses between his teeth, and thrusts shallowly into me.

“Give me your knot,” I say again, demanding. It won’t feel like we’re truly mated until he does.

Nemeth growls low in his throat. He clenches my hips tight and then presses forward. Suddenly, it feels like too much, and the realization is startling. He’s got more to give me? But I’m not new to sex. I try to relax my body, keeping my hips loose as he thrusts into me, pushing a little harder each time.

It’s no longer feeling good, my climax pounded away as Nemeth slowly drives his knot into me.

“Unh!” Nemeth shudders over me, and thrusts deep, clutching my hips tight. He spills into me, and I try to hold still as he comes.

It’s impossible. His knot feels enormous and like it’s splitting me apart. I squirm in place, wriggling in an effort to get comfortable as I’m pinned under his heavier weight. I feel…stuck, oddly enough, which is a strange sensation. And when I try to slide away from him, I find that I can’t, and our bodies are locked together.

I whimper, distressed.

“Shh, love,” Nemeth murmurs. He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him until we’re curled on the floor together. “Give my knot time to recede.”

Squirming, I’m trapped between the pleasure-pain moment and the realization that I had no orgasm. “How—how long does that take?” I ask, panting.

He strokes a big hand down the front of my dress, then slides that hand under my skirts. “Longer than a few breaths, that’s for certain. Did I…hurt you?”

“Your knot feels like a lot,” I confess tightly, wriggling again. I can’t stop moving. “Still does.”

Nemeth groans. “By the gods, you feel good. You’re squeezing my knot so hard.” Even now, he bucks lightly against me, and I feel another burst of his release inside my body. His hand slides between my thighs. “Did you come?”

“No,” I practically wail, and I sound pouty and pathetic.

“Truly, I am a terrible mate. I will have to make it up to you,” he soothes.

I’m miffed that he doesn’t sound sorry. He sounds like a man that just got his knot in his woman and he’s sated.

He nuzzles the top of my head, his legs curled around mine, and I whimper pathetically again as his hand slides to my cunt. “While you milk my knot, I get to take care of you.” And his fingers tease my clit.

I cry out, shocked at how intense it feels. Oh, gods. I’ve never been stuffed so full, and the combination of his fingers strumming my clit while I’m speared on his cock is explosive. I immediately clench around him, my cunt squeezing tight, and Nemeth lets out a shocked little gasp of his own.

“That’s it, milettahn,” he groans. “Milk my knot with your sweet cunt. Gods, you feel good.”

I come hard, the orgasm rolling through me in waves, and then it doesn’t stop. Instead, Nemeth continues to tease my clit, rubbing circles around the hood as my body squeezes tight around his cock and I make breathless, gaspy sounds as he makes me come over and over again. One orgasm rolls into the next, and I arch and writhe against him as he works my body, sending one pulse of pleasure after another until I’m breathless and spent, and still he makes me come again. He strokes my throat and face with one big hand while the other strums between my legs like I am a lute he will never tire of playing.

By the time his cock eases from my body, I’m exhausted from having come so many times. I feel worn and dazed with pleasure, curled up against his back. I sigh as he slips free from between my thighs and a rush of fluid follows. He tugs me higher up against him and nuzzles my face. “Now are you pleased, my greedy princess?”

I snuggle back against him. Am I pleased? Gods, I don’t think I’ve ever been so pleased. Sex with my Fellian has been incredible. I expected it to be good because I love him, but I was not expecting to be utterly wrung out with decadent pleasure. “I think I like your knot.”

He chuckles, stroking a finger along my cheek. “I am glad you approve.”

I think if I approved any more, the gods would need to scrape me off the walls.

Chapter

Forty-Nine

We remain on the floor, me tucked against Nemeth’s chest. I think we’re both far too tired to get up for a while, so he runs his fingers over my skin, petting me, and at some point, I fall asleep.

I wake up to Nemeth picking me up off the floor and bridal-carrying me into our room. “I can walk,” I tell him, yawning. “You can put me down. I’m not that tired.”

“You are very tired,” he argues. “But more than that, you are my mate, and I am going to carry you to our bed on our mating day.”

I can’t fault that logic. Plus, Nemeth is nice to snuggle against, his chest warm and bare and best of all, mine. He sets me down in the bed and I reach for him, only to have him kiss my fingertips and move away. He gets a bowl of water and a towel, and as I recline sleepily in the bed, washes himself.

And, shameless woman that I am, I watch him. There’s something so satisfying about seeing his hand move over his cock. Of his hard features that ease slightly when he looks at me, as if I’m all the softness in his world. He rinses the towel off and then moves to my side, parting my thighs and wiping me down with gentle, tender care.

Once Nemeth is satisfied that I’m clean of his seed, he sets the bowl aside and unlaces the front of my corset, helping me undress. Instead of our normal sleeping attire, he pulls my chemise off of me and studies my body, now as naked as his. I want to preen at his hot gaze, because it’s clear he likes what he sees. “It’s early for bed,” I tease as he climbs into bed beside me. “Are you that tired?”

“It’s the day of my mating.” He slides into bed next to me and props up on his side, watching me with a hungry, avid gaze. “Should we not spend the day in bed?”

Again, I cannot fault his logic.

I immediately pull him against me, sliding an arm around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “This has been quite the wedding day.”

His arms move around me and he hauls me against him, pressing my breasts to his chest. He rolls me onto my back and brushes his nose against mine. Our lips meet in a brief kiss and then he scrapes his teeth against my mouth, the moving a mere graze but oh so sensual. “And are you content?”

“Mmm. ‘Content’ implies that I’m done with you. And I haven’t finished savoring.” I kiss him back, letting my tongue flick against his. I’m tired, but at the same time, a warm, hungry pleasure is coursing through my veins. I wouldn’t mind another, far more leisurely bout of bedsport with Nemeth. “You’re always talking of savoring, after all.”