It’s a kiss full of promises. A glimpse of what we’ll be together. Unhurried but hungry.
As if she understands she has to accept the invitation to this dance, her small hand slides into my hair, tangling there in a rhythmic, hypnotic caress.
I suck her tongue and she melts. With my thumb, I touch her nipple.
She cries out and arches, responding.
“The way you react to every touch of mine is driving me insane, Jazmina.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose . . .”
I bite her earlobe. “I want to feel your pussy.” My hand rests on her lower belly.
She doesn’t answer, but her thighs open, an invitation I don’t miss.
First, I feel her hair at my fingertips. Soft. Warm.
My princess had her eyes closed, but now she’s watching me.
When I slide into the heat of her soaked folds for the first time, she grabs my bicep, nails digging into the fabric of my shirt.
I move my middle finger slowly, in a steady rhythm, from her clit to her entrance, seducing her, coaxing her to surrender.
“In a few days, I’ll be here,” I say, slipping my finger halfway into her never-before-explored sex.
Her response is a bite to my mouth as her body pulls me in.
“I want so badly to taste you, feel you on my tongue, but I don’t trust myself to stop. So you’re going to come like this today.”
I run my tongue over her hardened nipple and suck.
“Rodrick . . .”
“You’re so fucking hot, Jazmina.”
Her breathing accelerates as I work her with my finger.
She murmurs against my lips, and I’m so lost in desire it takes me a moment to understand. Then she comes—her sweetness spilling over my hand—and she confesses:
“I’m yours.”
Chapter 38
“She won’t be able to make my dress, Adeela. There’s no way. I’m flying to Paris tomorrow to choose a prêt-à-porter.”
My sister-in-law sounds indignant, because the designer who made one of her wedding dresses—since in our culture the bride changes outfits at least once during the ceremony—said there isn’t enough time to make mine.
“To be honest, I don’t even care. Besides, she was so kind! She offered to bring an entire team to Kindubh just in case the dress needs last-minute adjustments. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It’s a civil ceremony followed by a dinner for a dozen people. I don’t even need a dress, really.”
“Don’t say that. Every girl needs a wedding dress!”
“You’re more dramatic than usual. Is everything all right?”
“Yes. I’ve been a little anxious. A bit of everything. Your father can’t travel, but your mother refusing to attend your wedding is really upsetting me.”
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t expecting anything different,” I lie. “She told me flat out that she doesn’t approve of Rodrick andwould rather I married a prince. Mother isn’t worried about my happiness, only about what Rheadur’s high society will think of my marriage.”
“It must be hard to live your entire life based on other people’s judgment.”