He scraped his fingers up her legs, pulling her skirts with him until they bunched at her waist. “I might be the Dunkeld who let’s Kenmore crumble into the ground, but I damn sure won’t allow you to diminish yourself. You’re a fierce, cunning, carnal little creature, and thank God for it. I worship your wildness, even as the brute in me demands to control it.” He sucked her earlobe into his hot mouth, pulling. “So, you’re going to stay quiet as I fuck this pussy,mypussy, so hard you won’t be able to climb from bed on the morrow.”
The hair on the nape of her neck stood on end. Tingles started at the base of her spine and spread through her body. Dear Lord, they were going to have intercourse in her sitting room in broad daylight. She would need to remain silent, if nothing else, so as not to draw anyone’s attention.
The decadence of the situation thrilled her.
Sin grabbed the knot that held her hair and tugged her head back. “Nod if you understand.”
Chest heaving, she bobbed her head, her hair pulling at the roots he held.
Sin dropped her head and dug his fingers into her hips. He jerked her back onto her knees, tilting her bottom up.
She sagged into the rug, the rough wool abrading her cheek and nipples. Her body went limp, surrendering to his dominance.
He slapped her arse, and she whimpered at the sting.
Sin’s crown bumped her entrance, notching inside her channel.
His command was all-consuming, surrounding her, enveloping her until she no longer knew where her reality ended and his began.
He impaled her with his length, their union complete.
***
A dark mist clouded his brain. Deliberate thought was but a distant memory. His blood pounded beneath his skin, a storm raging just below the surface.
He stared at the woman stretched out beneath him. His woman. Her hands lay limp by her head. Her mouth was soft, her eyes closed, her hair a knotted nest around her head. Sin drew his finger down the creamy skin of her spine, feeling each bump of her vertebrae until he reached the cleft of her arse. The lingering pink mark of his handprint made his cock twitch inside her.
He pushed into her, taking that last two inches until he was pressed flush against her bottom. Her sheath was liquid heat around him, sucking wetly at his prick as he pulled out until only his head remained. He pounded back home, his trousers slipping an inch down his hips.
Mine. The one word reverberated through his consciousness. The infuriating, marvelous woman before him, surrounding him, was his and his alone. And if any man tried to write sentimental words to her again, Sin would rip his fingers off, one by one.
It wasn’t rational. Wasn’t civilized.
He didn’t care.
Sin slid his hands higher, adjusted his grip on her waist. Small round circles pinkened her flesh where his fingertips had been.
A growl rumbled low in his throat. His marks looked good on her. He raised a hand and brought it down on her plump arse, watching the red print bloom.
Jesus fucking Christ, he was mad. His desire for his wife went beyond what was normal. He wanted under her skin, inside her head, his mark covering every inch of her.
He fucked her slow and hard, his gaze transfixed as his purpling cock disappeared and reappeared from her body.
Winnifred sighed and arched her back, raising her hips to his thrusts.
Something deep rumbled in his chest.
He loved it when she fought him like a wild thing.
He loved it more when she submitted to his power, when she realized she’d been caught and that her capture would bring them both the greatest pleasure.
Whatever the future of their marriage held, whatever feelings Winnifred may or may not develop, he knew at least in this one aspect there would be no complaints.
He pulled out, his cock weeping at the separation. He pulled her cheeks apart and rubbed his crown against her arsehole. “Can’t wait to fuck you here. Can’t wait to fuck you everywhere.” Her arse, her mouth, her breasts. Her body was a veritable feast for his hungry Thomas.
He slid back inside her cunny, the skin at the base of his spine tingling.
But before he took his pleasure in her other parts, another need demanded attention. The compulsion to plant his seed deep inside her, mark her in the truest way he knew how. Fill her with his child, link her to him in a way no man could break.
