" Have I told you yet how beautiful you look?” he murmured against her skin as he let his lips trail down the smooth column of her neck.
“I can tell,” she replied, her hand cupping his erection.
Her brazen nature delighted him. As did her squeeze of his cock.
“My English teacher always said to show, not tell.” he said as he walked her backward toward the bed. He lay her down upon it, still clothed.
“Shouldn’t I strip first?” she asked. Her hair spilled across the pillow in a golden puddle, and her lips, swollen from kisses, begged him for more.
He shook his head, “Oh no you don’t. From the moment I saw you, I’ve fantasized about lifting that skirt and spreading it around to frame you when I take you.”
“You had dirty thoughts during the ceremony?”
He couldn’t help a naughty grin, to which she replied with a throaty laugh, “Oh, Pookie. You are so utterly wicked. And sly. I love how you can seem so serious and yet harbor such naughty thoughts.”
“If you think that’s awesome, then wait until I act them out. "

― Eve Langlais , When an Omega Snaps (A Lion's Pride, #3)