I might be inexperienced, but even I know that such kisses lead to addictions that are hard and impossible to break.
Every woman deserves to experience what it is like to be kissed by Orion Wright because it would be a kiss she’d never forget, and I hate the thought.
Apparently, rationality has left the chat where I’m concerned, and I’m irrationally jealous all over again. Without thinking, I bite his lip before ripping my mouth away and gulping for much-needed oxygen.
My eyes widen at the sight of blood on his lip that he swipes away with a lick, hissing through his teeth, his green orbs darkening even more and filling with a hunger I do notunderstand yet crave badly. “Ah, darling. Marking me already?” He smirks. “Little huntress is very territorial, isn’t she?”
The idea shouldn’t bring me joy, but it does, and that makes me even madder. Orion’s amusement only spikes my anger higher, which in turn urges me to bite him again, harder this time.
“We’ll explore your little vindictive desires some other time, darling. You’re too worked up to handle them now.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder and threads his fingers in my hair again, tilting my head until I have no choice but to maneuver my hands behind me. The action causes my back to curve a little, giving him more room to roam.
He kisses my neck, skating lower to my collarbone, and my fingers curl on the table. I gasp when he drags his tongue around my puckered nipple covered by the silky dress, the wet imprint almost unbearable against my sensitive skin. My core dampens as a hot flush zips through me. My legs tighten around him, pressing against him harder to chase the friction.
Moving his splayed palm to my back, he slowly pulls the zipper, and the dress slips to my stomach, baring my breasts. He grunts, circling his finger over them one at a time as they harden under the action and feel impossibly heavy. “Darling, it’s a crime to hide these away.” I hiss when he pinches my nipples, panting at the pain and growing hotter at the possessive glint in his eye. “Nobody else is going to see them. You’re my wife. You belong only to me.”
While the statement is confusing and thrilling at the same time, I have no time to dwell on it as my yelp echoes in the night when he sends me flying, and I end up flat on my back, gulping for air and gazing at the gorgeous ceiling. I’m grateful that most of the food is on the other end of the table.
“Let me introduce myself properly to this delectable body of yours, darling. We’re going to be well acquainted from now on.”
A moan rumbles in my throat when the air nips at my exposed nipples until they become pointed peaks. Orion slowly rubs his stubble over them, making them prickle, and the heat inside me grows, shooting arrows of desire straight to my center.
Putting my hands on the table, I know I should feel ashamed or shy, as I’ve never been this exposed to a man before. Instead, all I can focus on is chasing the anticipation fueling my blood and urging me to seek a pleasure only my new husband seems to be able to give me.
He circles my nipple before drawing it in his mouth, lavishing it with attention. The outside world slowly ceases to exist around me as pleasure pushes me to an edge, promising me all kinds of things if only I trust it.
“Orion,” I say, my fingers sliding on the wood as I arch my back, seeing him and sighing in relief when he shifts to my other breasts to repeat his action. “It’s too much.” I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or continue. This restlessness growing within me is unlike any other feeling I’ve experienced before.
He chuckles, the vibration adding sensations to his touch as he slowly pulls back and catches my eye. “Ah, my innocent wife. You like it?” I nod, too far gone at this point. “I think you’ll like something else more.”
He moves lower, his chin gliding over my silk-covered stomach and leaving open-mouth kisses on his way, driving me mad and intensifying the scorching heat zipping through me in powerful waves that cause a storm within me. “Good girl,” he praises as I lift my hips and allow him to hike up my dress even more, opening myself up to his hungry gaze. The cloth disturbs my heated skin, and everything in me finds it almost offensive, as it keeps me from fully experiencing his touch. The light streaming from the chandelier above us makes me dizzy, and I close my eyes when I feel his hot breath against my center. Myhips jerk up, but he places his forearm on my stomach, keeping me still for whatever he plans to do next.
My heart gallops inside my chest, my raspy breaths filling the space, and I moan, my hands gripping the dress when he runs his index finger over my sodden, lacy panties as heat slams into me from every direction. Desire consumes me with each second, and a whimper escapes me when he glides his palms over the insides of my thighs, opening them wider. He hooks my heels on the edge of the table, completely exposing me to him. I cover my mouth with my fist, trapping a groan when he kisses me there, gently at first, only to suck hard on the flesh, my thighs clamping around him as powerful sensations travel straight to my clit.
He grips my panties, pulling at them and allowing for the lace to stretch against me, earning himself another moan as pleasure rushes through me. An unfamiliar heat hits me, creating a deep tension that urges me to just move a little to ease its grip and give my body what it craves.
Even if I have no idea what that is.
“Sweet little thing,” he whispers, rubbing his chin over my core before flicking my panties to the side, and ordering, “Diana, look at me.” Still too lost in the anticipation, I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to remain in my fantasy and not think too hard about what’s going to happen next.
The things I only read about but might now become a reality, the things I shouldn’t probably do with a stranger or a man who hasn’t been the kindest to me.
Countless people have one-night stands, though, don’t they?
Is it so bad to find out what intimacy entails with my fake husband? Everyone already thinks I’m his.
Might as well indulge in the chaos, consequences be damned.
“Diana.” I gasp when he rips my panties away, his palms skimming under my ass as his fingers dig into me, the painful and blissful sensations mixing while the pressure down my stomach builds. “Look at me.” I lift my head a little as our gazes clash. The air sticks in my lungs from the promise and intensity shining in his as he makes more room for himself and orders, his voice husky and raspy, “Watch.” The word causes a tickling sensation all over me while casting a lustful shadow over us.
My body tenses, and the muscles on my stomach dip as lust burns everything inside me, urging him to do something. My gasp echoes through the space when he rolls his tongue out, licking me from top to bottom. “Oh,” I whisper, clamping my thighs around him and drowning in the heat of his creation. It forces me to tangle my fingers in his hair, seeking him out for the need that must be sustained.
His mouth covers me whole, his tongue roaming between my folds and slipping inside as heat surrounds me. He thrusts, and I whimper, pulling harder at his hair, and he throws one of my legs over his shoulder. My heel digs into his back, and he groans against me.
He swipes his tongue up and down, trapping my clit between his teeth before licking the sting away and sucking on it, and my thighs clamp around him further as his fingers stab hard into my ass, lifting me higher.
The sweet torture seems never-ending, and all I can do is whimper and yank at his hair harder, keeping him in place so he won’t go anywhere else until he feeds the hunger consuming me.
Another long lick and he plunges his tongue deeper. My core stretches around the muscle, and each thrust builds the pressure, making my skin taut and stomach dip. Hot flushes zip through me one after another. I start to grind on his tongue, whimpering at the relief it brings and gulping for breath when it only intensifies the need clawing at me.
