“Take your dress off.” Jethro’s left hand looped his belt tight around his fist while his right one disappeared into his black boxer-briefs.
The train of my dress resembled a wake of lace, the undone buttons giving me enough room to slink out of it and let the combined corset and overlay slip to the floor.
I stood before him in the sheer teddy I’d had Jasmine order for me online. She’d hidden it for me so it would be a surprise on our wedding night.
Tonight.
We’re married.
The words sporadically kept popping into my head like toys on Christmas morning.
I’m a wife.
I have a husband.
There was nothing more erotic than that. Nothing more tantalising or desirous.
Grabbing his cock, Jethro swallowed hard. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
The intensity in his eyes stripped me bare. I struggled to keep my hands by my side and not pluck at the garter belt attached to the unsubstantial G-string or run my prickling palms over the silky pantyhose.
I let Jethro drink me in because I had every intention of doing the same.
My eyes were selfish. My body greedy. My soul hungry.
“I want to bite every inch of you. I want to rip off your lingerie and take you hard. I want to bury you in my arms and never let you fucking go.”
Jethro’s voice mimicked a tidal wave on sand, velvet and soothing but rough and wild.
His hand worked harder, his quads tensing beneath his slacks. The action alone made my nipples throb with need.
“I can’t stop staring at you.” Jethro’s jaw clenched as he stroked faster. “Nothing else matters knowing you’re mine and I can touch you, taste you, fuck you however I want.”
The urge to touch him overwhelmed me. I wanted to consummate our marriage.
Now.
However, Jethro drove me to breaking point. The least I could do was return the favour. Drifting my hands from my throat to my breasts, I tweaked my nipples through the sheer teddy. “I love knowing you’re mine. That your fingers belong inside me, your cock was made to pleasure me, your mouth designed to kiss me every day.”
Jethro stumbled. “You have no idea. Every day, Nila. Every fucking day I’m going to give you those three things.”
The room swam with lust, inviting the ocean below to transform air into liquid and oxygen into molten heat.
Dropping my hands to my pussy, I fingered myself through the lace. “I want to see you. I want to see your hard, long cock. I want to get on my knees and suck you. I want to feel you shatter and lick up every drop.”
“Fucking hell.” Jethro broke first.
My heart leapt with triumph as he stalked toward me, wrenched his hand from his trousers, and grabbed mine to replace it. His other hand latched around my nape, the buckle of his belt clinking against my collar. “Touch me, Needle. Fucking feel how much I want you.”
My fingers instantly obeyed, stealing his invitation and invading his underwear. The moment my touch met velveteen steel, his stomach rippled with tension.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he growled, “I want your lips around my dick. I want your tongue lapping what I give you. But for now, now, I can’t fucking think straight. I can’t do this anymore. I need to be inside you.Immediately.”
His lips smashed against mine, his groan slipping deep into my chest. I battled his tongue, hints of violence and danger unravelled my decorum faster and faster.
The kiss turned fatal, killing off any last worries or maladies.
The ignition between us turned viperous as our past was suddenly deleted. The lid on our previous lifetimes snapped closed with finality. And a blank new page spread out before us. We were the quill and ink ready to pen a new chapter.
