He spins around, and my thighs clamp tighter around his hips. A gasp escapes me, and he chuckles against my throat, peppering it with small kisses that feel like burning imprints with the intent to drive me insane.
“What do you want, Wife?” Tugging on my hair, he forces me to tilt my head back and expose myself more for his hot mouth. “Voice your wish.”
I slip my fingers under the collar of his shirt, tracing over his scars before sinking my nails into his shoulders, hard, panting. “You.”
His muscles grow tense, and one might get addicted to how easily he manipulates my body. He ignites it with his presence alone as scorching heat zips through me when he captures my mouth in yet another feverish kiss.
He starts to move, probably inside the house, I note that the rain stops pouring over us and warmth settles on my skin. I whimper into the kiss as each step causes his hard-on to dig into my core and creates a friction that spreads the lust into every cell in my body.
Vaguely, I hear voices in the distance, along with trays dropping on the floor, while we engage in the almost bruising kiss, his hand leaving my hair so he can grip my ass and lift me higher. The action makes me see stars as his cock digs into my clit.
“All of you, stop gawking and go back to work.” Leon’s voice penetrates through the fog, and I should probably be mortified that they are witnessing all of this.
My natural shyness takes a step back, and instead, I can only focus on the need clawing at me from the inside out anddemanding to uncover all the promises hiding behind each lick of Orion’s tongue.
We separate for a second, both of us breathing heavily as he starts walking up the stairs, his shoes thumping soundly on the marble as if announcing the finality of my decision. And then his lips are on mine again, the pressure in the pit of my stomach building.
My lungs beg me for some oxygen, and I pant for breath, hugging him tight and trying not to lose myself in this blazing fire that seems to burn everything in its wake. He nudges me back a little, giving himself space to bite and lick on my neck. Orion follows the action by pulling at my skin hard, for sure leaving his marks on top of those that have already faded away.
I welcome his claiming marks because in this hallway, lit by moonlight, the outside world ceases to exist, and only our overflowing desire remains. My husband’s possessiveness destroys all my boundaries, pushing me toward an unknown that’s simultaneously dangerous yet tempting.
Is this how angels feel when they fall down the abyss and end up in hell? Where vices and sin rule, allowing you to lose all your inhibitions and follow your selfish needs that might have catastrophic consequences? If so, they bring a pleasure that’s unlike anything one experienced before.
“Diana.” He speaks right into my ear, a tremor shaking me, and I wrap my thighs tighter around him. “You’re mine.”
His words heal and hurt me at the same time, for they speak to the abandoned part of me that wished to belong to someone her whole life. But I know I can’t fully immerse myself in this fantasy.
A moment in time, that’s all we have before we go back to being strangers, where he acts as if I don’t exist and avoids me at all costs. He’s a master at this point in giving me orgasms and disappearing.
Leaning back and palming his cheeks, I reply as my lips touch his, the earlier anger comes roaring back. It grounds me in the present as it mixes with the lust, and that combination only increases my restlessness. “For tonight.” He kicks open the door to my room, the scent of roses tickling my nose as the wind from the open balcony door whooshes all around us, the curtain flying in different directions while Mother Nature continues to rage outside.
I expect him to throw me on the bed, my brow furrowing when he places me in the middle of the room and steps back. Has he changed his mind?
I freeze when he unbuttons his wet shirt, uncovering his magnificent chest for me to see, and my fingers itch to trace over his perfectly carved six-pack, although my heart pangs painfully at the sight of his various scars. The ones that seem to mar his shoulder blades, arms, and trail to his stomach, and probably his back.
Red slashes over muscular flesh speak about unhealed wounds that must have hurt like hell once upon a time. It explains why you’ll never catch him shirtless in public, as seen in any photos of Orion online.
In fact, despite the several surgeries he had to undergo, no one knew the exact damage that had been done to him. People loved to speculate about it.
I’m not sure why he does it.
He should wear them proudly as they speak about his strength, like a warrior who acquired scars on the battlefield protecting what he believed was right.
To survive a fire with this amount of damage and still face the world that always finds a way to speak about his looks, trying to turn his strength into a weakness, as they come up with all the names designed to humiliate him in some way. It’s almost like they resent the pedestal he’s on.
I hate them all for it because I see the challenge in his gaze, as if he dares me to run away from him once he shows me his true self.
“What do you think is happening here, darling?” His husky voice disturbs my senses, and my brow furrows in confusion even more than at his question. It must be written all over my face, as he elaborates, “When I say you’re mine, what gives you the idea it’s just for tonight?” He removes his shirt and throws it away, and I stifle back a moan because he’s so hot.
Instead, I retreat and lift my chin, shooting my own question. “You tell me. You’re the experienced one, remember?”
The green monster awakens at this because thinking about him having sex with other women makes me feel all kinds of stabby.
“While your jealousy turns me on, it also pisses me off, so stop it. You have no reason for it.” He unbuckles his belt, pulling it out of the loops, and the leather snaps in his grip before he drops it on the floor and moves toward me, so I retreat again even though my entire being shakes at the need in his eyes. “Do you know what I’ve been doing for the past month?” He toes off his shoes and runs his fingers through his hair, the muscles on his arm bulging.
It should be a crime to be this handsome.
That’s when it hits me that soon I’d have to get naked as well, and my body is…far from perfect. Combined with all my insecurities, it creates a deadly combination to my self-esteem and nervousness. Crossing my arms to somehow protect myself in this vulnerable state, I add a little bite to my tone when I reply, “Avoiding me?”
