He licks the abused flesh, breaking more goose bumps along my skin, and his mouth moves upward, leaving invisible prints all over me. With each touch, it seems he’s staking claims all over me.
“I—” Whatever I want to say turns into a whimper when he thrusts forward, the thick bulge hidden by the zipper of his pants pressing into me, and my insides clench. My arms wrap around his neck of their own accord as his lips skim upward, and our breaths mingle together when he nips at my chin. “We have to?—”
Stop.
That’s the word I’m looking for.
The one I cannot say.
Because I know that if I do, he will. I don’t doubt that fact, and the idea right now seems unbearable, which is devastating.
Orion might have played these games before and knows how to navigate his physical desires, but I don’t.
The idea of letting go is scary in so many ways, as it makes me vulnerable to him.
Would it be so bad to let go just this once?
If I’m stuck in this marriage with a hauntingly handsome man who seems to want me, shouldn’t I explore the attraction rather than shy away from it?
How else is one supposed to gain experience in such things anyway? It’s not like I’ve gotten a lot of opportunities over the years. My mind rebels against the idea anyway, as it tarnishes the current moment.
I want Orion and no one else.
Everything in me pleads to continue, shoving me further under his lustful fog, and my nipples peek through my dress when his voice drops a few octaves while his hands land on my hips, lifting the hem of my dress and kneading my bare ass cheeks hard. The pain mixes with joy. Traveling all over me, it’s almost too hot to bear, and his touch is a brand in itself. “Ah, my innocent little thing. You want it but don’t know how to ask for it.” He flicks his tongue over my lips before sucking on the lower one, and my nails cut into his shoulder as I sway toward him, allowing him to drive harder into me, and another whimper escapes me. He strokes his splayed hand down my ass until he shifts it to the side and covers me, the heat of his palm making me more wet. His middle finger glides up and down my core, slipping inside while the heel of his palm presses on me. He smiles as I moan and scrapes his teeth over my chin. “Poor little thing. Your pussy is dripping under all this silk and lace, covering what’s mine.” He moves back, both of his hands skimming down and grabbing my thighs, hiking me up, and placing me on the table. Several plates and glasses drop on the floor where they smash loudly, all the while the wind outside intensifies.
I should be mortified that the staff would hear us, or worse, walk in on us engaged in risqué behavior that would make Matilda clutch her pearls for sure.
It’s impossible to care about them as he creates a protective cocoon around me, where his too hypnotizing gaze promises me all kinds of wicked things and whispers for me to let my guard down, for the rewards might shatter the world as I know it.
He thrusts again, and my legs circle him as my fingers thread in his hair, bringing him closer to me. Our lips brush against each other’s when he speaks up. His crude words should be forbidden as they intensify the heat in my core, while thesensual images he generates in my head hint at the gratification I’ve only read about in books. Even if they have heartbreak written all over it. “You’ve been neglected for far too long, my beautiful wife. It ends now. Your husband is here.”
Husband.
The title has a certain ownership to it that puts my claim on this hot, majestic man who makes me burn. According to our marriage contract, Orion belongs to me until I no longer wear his ring.
He’s mine and no one else’s, and I hate the thought of any woman even thinking she can have him. The thought is so unsettling, anger washes over me, and my nails stab into his neck, earning me an amused groan.
And that’s when I realize I must have spoken the words out loud!
He wraps his hand around my throat, tipping my chin up, and his thumb presses on it until my lips open. “No need to be this territorial, Wife. You’re the only one who wears my ring.”
He swallows all my protests with his mouth, locking us in a deep and addictive kiss as his tongue roams inside me, exploring newfound territory and leaving his marks all over as if warning anyone to stay away from it.
The possessiveness practically drips from each lick and flick of his tongue against mine, slowly entangling us in a passionate embrace. We both groan when he presses into me further, his hands moving to the back of my head before one tangles in my hair, and tugs at it, making me arch my back. The better angle allows him to deepen the kiss as he owns my mouth completely and ruins me for anyone else.
We break off the kiss, both staring at one another, breathing heavily as he lifts my dress up my thighs until my bare skin connects with the cold wood, and my panties are exposed to his view. “Ah, you’re soaked, darling.” Pulling at my hair harshly, heskims his lips up and down my neck before sucking hard on the flesh, drawing on the skin, and leaving hickeys for everyone to see.
And they would know I drove my husband crazy, and no one would dare question the validity of our marriage.
Some have already tried. Various online posts wonder how a little nobody like me, according to them, managed to snatch such a catch—the bachelor of the year, as they all call him. Even if they fear him and refer to him as the beast themselves, which inspires a different kind of rage in me.
None of these feelings makes sense to me, and I decide to explore them later. The only thing I can focus on right now is the thrill rushing down my spine in waves and demanding a release.
“Orion,” I whisper, my thighs flexing around him. His scent surrounds me, washing all my worries away, including the one where anyone could walk in on us at any moment.
Nothing else matters but him.
He captures my mouth in yet another hot kiss that reminds me again that I should run away. Because if he has the power to make my body soar with a kiss alone, what would happen when we go further?
