I returned my fingers to her cunt, sliding through her folds once more before pushing them into her entrance and feeling her tighten around me. “I don’t care if you don’t trust me,” I said.
Her eyelids slid shut, but that wouldn’t do. I withdrew from her pussy and reached up, tweaking her clit between my thumb and forefinger. A delicate squeak escaped her mouth, and her eyes shot back open.
"Keep your eyes open and on me," I ordered.
Angel bucked against the strength of my fingers as I shoved them back inside. She whimpered, the sound going straight to my cock. "Gaven," she whispered. "Please—just let me go. People are waiting..."
I lightened my touch, but only by a little. It was enough for her to breathe a sigh of relief and relax in my arms. “Do you want something else, darling?”
Her lips parted, but she shook her head as I withdrew and added a third finger to her cunt, stretching her apart as I thrust into her. She bit down on her lower lip as her thighs became drenched in her own juices. Such a little fighter.
“I’m not going to stop until you tell me,” I warned her. “Tell me what you want.”
Angel undulated on the table, her hips arching into my hand and her pussy squeezing against my fingers as I stretched her hole. It would feel so fucking good to fuck her. To shove my cock between these folds of hers and unload into her depths as she scratched at me and cried out when her own body shook in the throes of release.
With my thumb, I brushed against the little nub at the top of her sex. Angel’s back arched, and she cried out in shock.
“Answer me,” I demanded.
“I don’t know what you want from me!” she said quickly.
“You don’t know?” I moved to one knee, shoving the dress farther up as I bent before her and took a good long look at my future wife’s pussy. “I think you do. I think you want me to put my mouth on you.” I blew gently across her sex. It was so wet it was glistening. I could feel her muscles contract around my fingers as I said that. “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my tongue, I,” I said. “Tell me you want to come all over my face and then walk out there—in front of dozens of others and let me put my ring on your finger with the reminder that my tongue was in your cunt not but a few minutes before our wedding.”
I looked up just in time to see her head turn back and forth as she gasped and panted, the movements making her breasts shudder beneath the dress. Soon, I’d clamp them again, attach weights that would jerk and pull each time I fucked her. Herlittle noises weren’t good enough. I needed a verbal answer from her. I knew I would push her to her limits, possibly a little further, as I molded her. But hearing those words would make itperfect. To hear her want it, no,needit. That was what I ultimately craved. With a scowl, I shoved my fingers forward again, pushing them inside the tightest fucking pussy I’d ever touched, and hooked them just behind her pubic bone.
“Answer. Me.” I gritted the words out.
Tears sparkled in her eyes as she looked down at me. I didn’t care. No, that wasn’t quite right. Ididcare—I liked putting those tears there. I wanted to see more of them—on her face, on her cheeks, dripping black mascara all over those perfect features of hers.
“Say it,” I growled.
“Please, Gaven,” she whispered. “Please … I don’t … I need…”
“What do you need?” I asked, pressing my thumb over her clit and slowly starting to rub it. I wanted to give her everything she needed. All she had to do in return was give me her life and soul.
A shiver danced down her spine. Her whole body reacted to what I was doing to her, but I wasn’t nearly done. I wanted more. So much fucking more. I wanted to wreck her—my perfect, unsoiled dove.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out on keeping myself from taking her right then and there. But she saved me from breaking down. When she sucked in her next breath, Angel’s hands reached down, one grabbing the lapel of my suit coat as the other clutched at her skirts to keep them up. It forced me to meet her gaze.
“Yes,” she panted. “I need something,anything. I want your mouth. I want your tongue in my pussy.Do it…”
That, I thought,would have to do. “As my bride commands,” I muttered as I jerked away from her hold and quickly pulled myfingers from her pussy. I pushed her legs up and out and settled each of her feet on the edge of the table. Leaning forward, I blew another soft breath across the wetness of her juicy, dripping cunt right before I dipped my head and tongued her opening.
I kissed the slick skin, lapping at her as a shudder rolled through her body. One delicate hand moved to my head, fingernails scraping against my scalp as I drifted up and sucked her rosy clit between my lips. She gasped and bucked against my face, her hand turning rigid as she trembled at my touch.
Licking. Sucking. Kissing. I drove her up the precipice of an orgasm only to slowly let her fall back down. It was a heady thing, having Evangeline Price under my control, under my sexual tutelage. Only when a knock sounded on the other side of the door did I finally pry my mouth from her sweet pussy.
“Sir? Miss?” a feminine voice called from the other side of the wood. “The guests are waiting…”
Angel’s body stiffened, only this time, it wasn’t due to pleasure. Fuck—that servant was destroying everything I’d hoped to build. If it hadn’t been for Angel’s open, sopping wet pussy before me, I might have removed the gun from the back of my pants and opened the door to kill whoever was on the other side.
“Gaven…” My bride’s voice was accompanied by the gyration of her hips against my chin and lips. I blinked, shocked, and diverted my gaze from the door to her. I was sure she’d ask me to stop, but instead, she bit her lip and then gently pressed my head down more.
I reached back and grabbed her hand. She would have to learn that her pleasure couldn’t be sought, only given, and only by me. “Keep your eyes on me,” I growled.
She nodded sharply, inhaling as I lowered my face back to her cunt and then pressed three fingers to her entrance as I took her clit between my teeth. Her pussy squeezed around me as hermouth popped open. Her skin heated and her body moved to my unspoken commands.
I didn’t care who was fucking waiting. Her father. The wedding party. Hell, the entire Price Syndicate could be on the other side of that door, and I wouldn’t give a single shit. What I was focused on was the way her tight cunt wrapped around my fingers and squeezed as I pumped them inside of her, feeling the way she pulsated against my skin. A groan worked up my chest. Hunger. Desire. Need. From not just her, but me as well.
