Without saying anything, he soaped her up, scrubbing her skin and eliminating all traces of anything and anyone else. Of course, he couldn't prevent himself from becoming aroused by her. His woman's body was phenomenal, and just the sight of her pert nipples made his mouth water. On a whim, he drew her into his lap and tucked his nose into her neck, breathing in the scent that he would always kill for. As he inhaled, he finally began to relax a little.
He ran his nose behind her ear and then down along her jaw until his mouth reached hers, and then he kissed her, pulling her closer to him, his hand lowering to the middle of her shoulders as he claimed her pretty, succulent mouth the way he loved.
Immediately, the princess winced.
He pulled back slowly, watching her. "What is it, Analisa?"
She kept her eyes averted and didn't say a word.
Maddoc growled in displeasure but reminded himself that she was still grieving. He pressed the back of her shoulders again and watched her carefully as his hand lowered down her back. She winced again, her body jerking as pain flashed across her face.
Maddoc twisted her around and was shocked to see bruises and gashes on her back.
"When did this happen?" Maddoc demanded, turning her back around.
Ana did not answer. Keeping her gaze away, she firmly ignored him.
"Analisa, when did this happen to your back?"
She didn't answer again, and this time he noticed her jaw was hard, her teeth were clenched. He growled in annoyance, she was refusing to answer him.
He thought back to the events of the day, trying to figure out when she got hurt. He’d kept a close eye on her the whole time she had traveled to the altar, and then as soon as she appeared at the top of the steps, and began to walk, he had kept his eyes on her constantly. There was no other time for her to be damaged unless it was when she was getting ready, and she didn't look as though she walked in pain.
"Tell me, Analisa," he murmured, slipping his hand between her legs. "Tell me how you were hurt."
Ana said nothing, didn't even respond to his hand, although her breath hitched when he touched her.
Maddoc couldn't help but smile. Ana always reacted beautifully to him, no matter how much she might want to deny it. Even when she was begging to see her father, she was so aroused by his presence, just as he was by hers.
He froze, remembering their rough coupling in the woods. He had thrown her against the tree.
He cursed loud and hard, his mood souring that he was the one who had damaged her.
"Why didn't you tell me you’re hurt," he bellowed, forcing her around again to look at the injury. It had to hurt.
Ana said nothing.
Maddoc finished washing them both, carefully cleaning Ana’s back, before climbing out of the bath and carrying her to the bedroom. Grabbing a jar of healing salve from his dresser, he applied it gently. "This will aid the healing. It may take a few days, but it will heal without any lingering bruises and scars."
Once again, she said nothing.
"Ana," Maddoc said warningly. "Your grief about your father is not a reason to ignore your injuries. If you are hurt, you do not ever hide that."
Ana kept her head down and remained still and silent.
"Analisa!" Maddoc grabbed her shoulders and yanked her to face him, but when her eyes landed on him he saw that she was not depressed or desolate at all. The fire in her eyes was just as strong, if not stronger than it had always been. And it was full of hate. She was choosing not to speak to him. Immediately Maddoc growled, grabbing the back of her head, and he rose up to kneel on the bed, leaning over her. "When I speak, you will respond."
The look in her eyes hardened and her mouth tightened as though she was resolving that she would never speak.
Annoyed, Maddoc let out a gruff growl and pulled at her hair, releasing all the pins and nets so her beautiful, red hair could fall free around her shoulders. "You think you can remain silent?" He hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her forward slightly, forcing her to drop back on her elbows, he then slapped her legs open, spreading them so far that her bare pussy tilted up at him. It was already shining, waiting for him, and as usual, his whole body responded. "Do you think you will last a day without screaming for me?"
Ana didn't move a muscle, didn’t try to close her legs or resist him. Instead, she averted her eyes to a spot behind him, as if removing herself from the situation in her mind, and removing her thoughts from him.
That was unacceptable!
Maddoc rumbled his displeasure and grabbed her breast, squeezed it hard as he dove down to her pussy. She inhaled sharply, but didn't make a sound as he pinched her nipple and wriggled his tongue along her slit.
Fuck, this woman always tasted so good. He wasn't sure how he’d managed to survive without her taste, her scent—it was simply magnificent. He lapped her pussy, dipping and stroking into every crevice and nibbling her juicy folds. Her potent, tangy slick oozed, sliding on his tongue and filling his nose so strongly, he moaned with pleasure. Ana’s breathing deepened, and her pussy twitched. When he pressed his tongue into her, moving his hand to pinch her other nipple, she awarded him a moan, and he smiled as he latched onto her clit, suckling gently as he grabbed her ass, his need for her building.
By the time her clit was throbbing, Ana was crying out, writhing and shuddering on the bed as her climax gripped her in its beautiful crescendo—like it always did.
Maddoc rose up, then pushed straight into her, eager to be inside her again. Her pussy clenched around him and he groaned sinking deep to the root, his balls resting against her ass as she arched her back to accept him.
When he began to thrust, her pussy was so wet that each delicious sloppy slam echoed through the pavilion. Ana writhed underneath him, her breasts swaying and jiggling, her hips humping up to take him harder and deeper, and all he could do was watch her, mesmerized, as he had done for the entirety of the first two nights he was with her. In truth, Ana had surprised him more than he ever thought possible. It wasn’t just her fiery response to him, or her willingness to fight back as hard as she did, but she blossomed sexually from the moment he ordered her to open her legs. Though she hummed and squealed with delight when he dominated her, she also wanted things her own way. She scolded him when he didn’t listen, and was willing to fight back and claim the situation as her own. Even when she had slapped him for not listening, it had been refreshing to watch the so-called docile princess so flush with anger to be moved to violence in that way. It had been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And then when he'd actually taken her, she licked and arched, and sucked, and purred… needing his cock and seed in her mouth. She reveled in his body and in his scent, just as he did in hers, doing every instinctive thing he’d heard Omegas did but never quite believed. It was an unparalleled experience, one that he knew could never be replicated anywhere else.
No one else could have that from her, and he was satisfied knowing that no one had.
He increased his thrusts, shunting into her tight, undulating body, carnal pleasure and ecstasy forcing coarse grunts from his throat with each push of his hips and clench of his ass.
Whatever protest Ana was trying to make by not speaking to him could not last. Not the way she moaned and ground her hips. However, Maddoc noticed that her eyes were lidded. He grabbed her jaw and tilted her face to his, watching her expression of bliss as she climbed to another crescendo.