They’d practically traumatized a young couple in the elevator with their rabid kissing before realizing they weren’t alone and took measures to keep their groping to a minimum. Somehow they’d made it to his suite without tearing each other’s clothes off.

When she entered, she saw what he’d had to take care of before. Aside from fetching the ring, he’d had a fully stocked dessert cart sent up. She turned to him with mischievous eyes. “Someone was pretty confident he was getting laid tonight.”

“You see dessert and think of sex? What a dirty mind you have.” He stalked toward her as she slowly backed her way to the cart.

“So you weren’t thinking about licking sugary goodness off every inch of my body?” She plucked the chocolate syrup off the cart and dangled it loosely in the air.

“I never said my mind wasn’t dirty.”

He snatched the syrup from her and then grabbed several other items. “You. Bed. Naked. Now.”

Eager feet guided her to his bed, both of them attacking her clothes as they went, leaving a trail of fabric behind them.

“Lie back,” he ordered. Eagerly, she did. He began to drizzle chocolate over her breasts and down her stomach, leaving a chilly path that made her nipples pucker. Next he spritzed her with whipped cream, making her squirm for his tongue in all those naughty places before crossing to pick up a small container.

“Really?” she said, raising a brow. “Sprinkles?”

“What? I’m making the perfect dessert.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine, no sprinkles.” He tossed the package behind him, then crawled onto the mattress. “We’re going to have to work on your patience, Wife.”

Oh, she liked the sound of that word in his husky tone.

“I’m going to start with my favorite part.” He dipped his head and began to devour her. She moaned, her mind clearing of everything but the wonderful friction of his tongue on her body. Pleasure mounted as he assaulted her swollen flesh over and over, relentlessly, till she was panting and groaning and moaning. Her fingers fisted his hair as her body writhed beneath him. He laved her till she thought she might go mad from an overload of bliss, his mouth sliding back and forth over her like he couldn’t get enough.

It wasn’t until he forced the deliciously sharp spike of ecstasy up her spine that he moved on to follow the trail of chocolate he’d made along her torso. His wicked tongue scored a white-hot path over her stomach where he planted a soft kiss before moving higher. He caught a sugary nipple between his lips and sucked.

When he lightly nipped her, she yelped, then moaned long and hard when he did it again. Kneading and sucking and nipping, he nearly made her come a second time. If he kept this up, she’d be spent before they got to the big finale, and she wasn’t about to let him have all the fun.

Gaze filled with desire, she pushed against his chest. He obeyed her silent directive, laying back on the bed and giving over control. She drizzled a bit of chocolate over his beautiful cock, licking her lips at the sight. A rough sound escaped him that was part pained, part impatience. She leaned close to tease him with her tongue, forcing another rumble from somewhere deep within him. If she weren’t so eager to taste him, she might be tempted to torture him for him a bit. Instead, she sucked him deep. Every muscle in his body contracted and he groaned for her.

When she drew him in all the way to the root, he blurted a fervent curse. “You’ll not unman me on our first wedding night.” Even as his hips thrusted for more.

With a tantalizing suction, she slowly drew back, circling the tip with her tongue before she release him completely. “First? How many wedding nights do we get to have?”

“As many as you want.” He pulled her over him, her knees straddling his hips, and kissed her hard and demanding, sugar mixing with their unique flavors. “Need you now,” he growled, gripping her hips and aiming her over his shaft. He slammed her down atop him; they both cried out at the blissful contact. Hips rocking, she began to move, seeking more. More friction, more him, deeper, harder, faster. Hands on her, he encouraged the increasingly wild tempo. As she rode him, pressure mounted till sparks of pleasure exploded within her, and she threw her head back and roared.

Suddenly she was under him, his hips pistoning her into a state of wild passion, extending her orgasm to the point where madness met genius. “Yes! Oh, God, yes! You feel so good!” Her nails scored down his back.

“You’re mine,” he grunted. “Never get enough.”

As he moved in and out of her, hard and fast and without abandon, she screamed her pleasure for him, telling him between breaths how much she adored him, needed him, wanted him forever.

Not stopping his fevered pace, he knotted his fingers in her hair and angled her face so that she was looking directly at him. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. He planted his fangs in her neck and she screamed with unhinged ecstasy, his thrusts never slowing. As he drew from her neck, he groaned. She felt the vibrations like a second assault on her nerves, and screamed once more as the most explosive orgasm of her life blasted through her.

Extracting his fangs, he pulled back and brought his hand up to sink one clean, white fang into the pad of his thumb. A red dot beaded there, beautiful and glistening and calling to her. This was it. This would unite them forever. She licked her lips in anticipation and he groaned once more as if that were the sexiest thing she’d done all night.

Holding his gaze, she took his hand with hers and brought it closer to her lips. His gaze widened, his hips rocking into her.

She sucked his thumb into her mouth.

He let out a strangled, almost agonized sound. “Fuck. You are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.”

With her tongue curling around his thumb, one final climax claimed them both, and they cried out. Together they rode that wild, unbridled wave of pleasure, moving and licking and sucking and kissing each other till they had exhausted every last wave of ecstasy.

Panting, floating back down to Earth, she ran her hands along his back as he turned boneless atop her. His weight was a blissful sensation for a moment. Then he rolled to the side and drew her across his chest. “You are mine, now and forever.”

She smiled. “Finally.”