The same fire I’d been seeking only seconds ago when kissing her.
It’s still very much alive and well.
“Very high standards, huh?” I repeat. “Now thatdoessound like you, princess. Let me guess—I don’tmeet them, do I?”
Unapologetic humor flickers across her face. “What doyouthink?”
“I don’t think, I know. But you know what else I know? It doesn’t matter if I do or don’t,” I explain, sliding my hand up along her cheek. “Because you’re my wife now. Which means it seems I get the honor of being the first—and only—man who’ll ever get to fuck you. If it’s any consolation, I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want anybody else.”
“How would I know when I won’t have anyone to compare you to?” she asks cheekily.
My grin spreads. “There’s that mouth. Daddy Langston sure did raise his beautiful daughter to be opinionated. Maybe that’s what turns me on so much about you.”
“You mean I won’t—and won’t ever—be the obedient little wifey you were hoping for?”
I’ve let my hand travel from the swell of her cheek to the back of her head, fingers sliding deep into her dark tresses. The strands easily wrap around my fingers like silk. I surprise her with a sudden jerk, fisting her hair and dragging her face up toward mine.
Gaze boring into hers, I let our mouths hover inches apart without ever kissing her.
She’s released a small yelp at the abrupt, less-than-gentle treatment. Her eyes widen looking up into mine, as if she’s questioning if I really just did that.
I merely grin back at her, gaze lowering ’til it reaches her lips. I make it no secret what I’m doing—that I’m staring at her lips then her breasts—before I travel back up to the shock in her eyes.
“You may think you’re doing something by not being my obedient wife, but that’s the point, princess,” I explain calmly. My grip in her hair tightens. “Because Iwilltame you. I will make you understand how you belong to me in every way. And you know what? You will come to enjoy that you do.”
Before she can respond, I claim her pouty mouth in a kiss.
I’m fisting her hair and kissing her hard.
Simone does her best to fight any response. She tries to pull what she did during the wedding ceremony by going limp against me.
But the kiss is too hungry. Too deep with passion that, within seconds, her tongue’s answering mine. Her breaths are shallowing and her hands clutch at my arms and shoulders.
I overwhelm her senses. I take ownership, dominating the moment as soon as our lips touch.
I’m kissing her like a man possessed, drawing more little gasps out of her the tighter I tug on her hair and massage my tongue to hers.
My other hand returns to the zipper on the side of her dress. I wrench it down, the bodice sliding down and her breasts spilling out.
They’re incredible. Even better than I imagined.
Round and full, with dark brown peaks in need of teasing.
I leave her panting for air as I bow my head and capture one in my mouth, sucking away to her immediate cry of pleasure. My tongue flicks one nipple while my fingers pinch at the other. She writhes under me, her body arching.
It’s only the beginning.
I suck away at her large breast, so damn turned on by how soft she feels. All while I’m hard as a fucking steel rod in my pants. She squirms some more and even pants my name.
I tug at her hair again, an assertive reminder I’m in control. I’m the one giving her pleasure, and she’s the one at my mercy.
Our mouths realign for more deep kisses.
Truth be told, I’d like nothing more than to slam into her tight little virginal pussy right now, no more foreplay or games. But I breathe through the impulse and remind myself it’ll be much more rewarding to torture her first.
Get her to understand how easily I can make her fall apart.
I press a knee against the apex of her thighs, forcing her legs open and further trapping her body under me. Then I push the skirt of her reception dress up ’til it’s nothing but ivory fabric gathered at her hips.
