Big Flight by Zenina Masters Page B

this. You are going to hurt your back.”
    He chuckled. “It is one of the bonuses of the council position. I gain the strengths of all the creatures under my auspices.”
    “Good to know.” She leaned her head against his shoulder and let him carry her without quibbling.
    The moment he entered the manor, a pathway of pink and white rose petals highlighted the way to his bedroom door.
    She smiled and giggled when he opened his door to find another path leading through the front room and into the bedroom. The bed was covered with rose petals and the scent was dizzying, and considering her normally poor sense of smell, that was saying something.
    “Who did all this?”
    “Deane and Robert. They slipped in here during the dancing and then returned to the party.” He set her on her feet but held her against him.
    She smiled as his fingers reached behind her to work at the gown. After a minute of fumbling, he turned her around and took a look at her back.
    “How many buttons are there?”
    “One hundred and three. You might want to get started if you would like to finish before dawn.” She chortled.
    He sighed and began to manipulate her dress. It took ten minutes, but he finally got the dress open enough to slip off. It dropped to her feet, and with him holding her hand, she stepped out of it.
    “Wow. That is a good look for you.” Damon grinned.
    She laughed and twirled, reaching up to remove the pins and comb that held her veil in place.
    He lifted her dress and placed it over a stand that seemed to be there for that purpose. His own formal wear was peeled off with unseemly haste.
    She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against one of the four posts while she watched him undress. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of that.”
    He grinned. “I feel the same way with the exception of your wedding gown. I am very glad that it is a one-night event.”
    Her corset, stockings and panties were all in a soft rose. Damon stroked her skin through the tight satin of the corset, and the strange tension on her flesh started her arousal with an explosion. Being unable to take in a complete breath and having her torso compressed and heated sped her journey to climax.
    When he skimmed her panties down over her garter straps, she grinned. Deane had not steered her wrong. With only the corset and the silk of her stockings on, she shoved him around until he was seated on the bed and she was astride his lap.
    He whispered, “With this cock, I thee wed.”
    “With this body, I thee worship.” She moved on him slowly.
    “With all my worldly goods, I thee endow.” He grinned as he kissed her.
    His hands supported her as she rocked and twisted on him, driving higher and higher until she screamed and nearly passed out. She shuddered in his arms, and he reached behind her, releasing the straps of her corset.
    When her corset was off and she could take a full breath again, her body went off in a series of aftershocks, milking him hard.
    Damon shuddered and he jerked his hips upward against her, grunting as he came.
    Molly leaned her forehead against his chest while she waited to get feeling back in her body. She unclasped the garters and pulled the corset off, tossing it aside with relief.
    He cuddled her against him. “You are everything I wanted and never dared to hope for.”
    “You are everything I never dreamed of.” She kissed the side of his neck.
    “Never?”
    “No dream could be as good as this.”
    She looked up and he was blushing again.
     
    * * * *
     
    Damon looked down at his wife, and he couldn’t get the smile off his lips. She was his and no one could refute it. The Wexler family had attempted to stop the event, but he hadn’t mentioned it to his bride.
    As Avian Councillor, he could overrule their claim to her bloodline, since they had already denied her, and work with her as his legal ward until the wedding. It had involved a lot of paperwork that had to be hidden from her, but Molly was much happier