“What if I don’t like it?” Gaven’s gaze darted back to my face, and he gently pressed my hands up as he leaned over me, caging me against the bed. “You’ll like it, love,” he said, his words a promise. “Your body was made to enjoy what I plan to do to you. I’m going to dominate you. I’m going to spread your legs and feast on your pretty pussy as I did earlier. I’m going to devour you, suck you down, force you to bend to my will, and when I’ve had my fill of you at home, I’m going to take you to some clubs.”
A haze descended over me. “Clubs?”
Gaven chuckled, and with how close he was, the sound reverberated through my body. My thighs tightened, my pussy pulsing at the low noise. I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from moaning and arching up. I wanted—no, needed—his touch. I craved it. All that had happened. I’d done this—I’d given in and married him. Didn’t I at least deserve some of that pleasure he’d shown me before?
When I finally looked up and met his eyes, I realized all of my new husband’s attention had fallen to my mouth. “Later,” he grunted. “Much … later.”
His head fell, his mouth meeting mine. And just like he’d promised, Gaven Belmonte devoured me.
I could feel his hot, hard length pressed against my stomach as he arched over me, grinding down as his hands held mine in captivity. Gaven’s tongue dove past my lips, slipping against mine, rubbing insistently. I shuddered under him, relishing the headiness of his kiss. I felt as though I were falling backward, just before my body would hit the ground, and I was … limitless—floating on the bed under him.
“Angel…” His mouth dragged away from mine, and I couldn’t help but lean into him, needing more as his hands moved south. He stripped my thong away, leaving on the heels I’d worn to the ceremony as well as the stockings. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”
I gasped when he nipped the skin of my belly and spread my thighs farther apart before dipping down and licking a path through my wet pussy. A groan rumbled out of him, and my head bowed against the pillows and comforter against my spine as he sank back and lifted my legs, each one over his shoulders, pressing his lips against me in the most intimate of ways—just like he’d done earlier.
Stars danced in front of my eyes as I gasped and moaned, but just as the crest of pleasure almost overcame me, he pulled away.
“No,” I groaned in disappointment, receiving an amused chuckle from him in return.
“Don’t worry, dear wife,” he said. “You’ll get yours soon enough, but first, we need to consummate our marriage—don’t you think?”
The mention of ourconsummationmade me stiffen. It shouldn’t have, yet it did.This is really happening. The thought took my already gasping breath away, but I nodded, unable to speak through my lust-filled haze.
Gaven’s hand dipped down. My back arched as he delved between my folds and his fingers came away soaked. He looked from where he held up the digits, glistening in the low light coming from the window, to me. “So wet for me, love,” he said, sounding smug.
I sucked in a ragged gasp of air, and before I could think of something that would have me denying the wanton desire I held for him, I nodded. “It’s just a physical reaction,” I muttered, embarrassed.
Folding over me, he braced himself on the bed on either side of my head. “Keep telling yourself that, Angel, and maybe someday you’ll believe it.”
Dizziness assailed me. I bit down on my lower lip as his thighs and hips pushed my legs outward a little more. Goosebumps pebbled over my skin in anticipation. A moan left me as his cock slid against my slick skin, parting my folds with each pass—rubbing over my clit and back down to my entrance as he fisted himself and directed the hot, hard length of him to where I knew I wanted him to take me.
My body was tight, so tight that I thought I would shatter under him before he even pushed in, but I forced my eyes open. Gaven pressed forward, pumping his hips as he inched into me a little bit at a time. I squirmed, feeling heated. It wasn’t enough. His hands gripped my hips and held me still, and then, with his eyes centered on mine, he shoved his cock in, right to the hilt.
My lips parted with a gasp as he stretched me open. I ached, but it wasn’t in a bad way. No. Instead, it felt like every nerve ending within me had been lit on fire. I panted as my back smoothed out against the mattress. Everything Gaven had promised—the pain, the pleasure, the desire—was there. Inside of me. It raged out of control, and I felt nothing but a blinding need.
Why wasn’t he moving?“Please,” I whimpered when he still hadn’t moved.
“Please what, Angel?” Gaven tilted his head to the side and gazed down at me, a smirk playing on his lips.Oh, but he’s a wicked man.I could feel the tension in his body, his muscles rippling as he held steady. He wanted to let go, but despite the things Jackie had said he would do, he didn’t take me. He didn’t hurt me. He simply held completely still above me, but that, I found, was worse.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged, rolling my hips as I reached up and grabbed ahold of his forearms. “Move,” I said. “Dosomething.”
With a deep, masculine chuckle that reverberated through his chest and against mine, he did. Gaven pulled back until he was almost entirely out of me, and then, in a fast movement, he thrust back inside. Fireworks danced behind my eyes as I squeezed them shut. My breath shuddered in and out of my chest as he began to pump in harder movements.
“Open,” he growled. My eyelids shot up once more. “There you are,” he said. “Keep looking at me.”
I did. I found myself captured by not just his hands, but by his gaze as well. He thrust his cock into my pussy relentlessly, ruthlessly. My back arched, and I moaned as I pressed my breasts up into his chest. My hardened nipples skated against the skin of his pecs. I ground my teeth as his hands began to move downward once more.
Gaven’s fingers slipped through my folds again, and my eyes widened. I could feel him—his cock driving in and out of me, brushing against the pads of his own fingers as he reached for my clit.What the hell is he doing?I wondered, but I didn’t need to wonder for long. Before I knew it, he was latching on to that little bundle of nerves between my legs, and on the next inward thrust, he pushed in all the way to the hilt and pinched down.
Iscreamedas he groaned and released inside of me. The heat of his cum filling me up sent me over the edge. It was more terrifying than anything I’d ever experienced before. I was consumed. My body shook. My back bowed. My limbs trembled. Yet, still, when my lips parted and something coherent came out—it was his name that I screamed.
Only his name.
Chapter 21
Gaven
Evangeline Price was everything I wanted. The openness in her gaze was addictive, but even more enticing was the fact that she was finally willing to let me have my way. It’d been a fight and one that I’d relished in. She hadn’t caved under the pressure but fought back with grit. I didn’t exactly enjoy the lengths that she’d gone to get away, but I’d made sure that wouldn’t be a problem again. And now, I was the only choice left for her.
