I gasped.
“Why?”He crouched before me.Unabashedly, he reached for the hem of my dress, pushing it up so delicately that his fingers danced across my skin and made me moan.“Are you scared of me?”
My heart pounded so hard against my chest at the thought of what he was about to do to me.
“I-I thought you were going to wait for a while, be patient with me...”I stuttered.
I wasn’t a fool.I knew where the whole thing was heading.It terrified me and excited me at the same time.
“It’s our wedding night, Red.”His fingers skimmed my skin.“We are consummating it.Haven’t I made myself clear that I’m not a patient man?”
“But I’m not ready.”
“Is that so?”He tilted his head to the side.“I saw how your breath hitched earlier every time our eyes met.Your chest heaved when I touched you.And the kiss?You responded to it like a greedy little slut.During the whole ceremony, you have been thinking about your husband’s cock buried inside your cunt, haven’t you, Isobel?”
“Stop it.”Red exploded all over my neck as I bit down on my lips to prevent myself from letting out a sound.
His eyes darkened.“Stop what?Stop talking dirty to you, or stop telling the truth?The answer to both is no.”He rose to his feet.
“You want me, and you hate it,” he seethed.“Get up.”His hardened gaze locked on me, propelling me to my feet.
He tugged me into him harshly, and I crashed into his chest.His scent washed over me, head turning and animalistic.Damien’s fingers barely grazed the skin of my face, and I found myself parting my lips softly.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I swallowed, obliging.
“It’s our wedding night, but I’m not like most men.I will fuck you hard, and I won’t be nice about it, Red.”
His fingers softly met the buttons that held the dress together at the back, undoing them with a swiftness that made my heart pound really hard.The hair on my skin stood so erect.My lungs constricted, making it hard to breathe through my nose.I breathed in through my mouth, basking in his imposing presence behind me.
I could feel him.All of his warmth.All of his darkness.All of his demons.
A gust of air kissed my skin when he undid the final button.
I swallowed hard.
He pushed the sleeves of the dress down my body, and my tits bounced free, the buds hard and aching, and the flesh heavy.
I wanted to bring my hands to my chest when I realized I was standing in nothing but my white lace thong.
Left to Maria, I wouldn’t have been wearing anything.She claimed it’d drive him crazy if he found out I was naked beneath the dress.The trick worked better than most lingerie, according to her.But I stubbornly managed to shrug on the underwear.
“Mine.My wife.All mine,” he murmured.
I sucked in a breath because of how possessive he sounded.It was so hot.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”He undid my hair from its bun, and the fiery lushness cascaded down my shoulders in a soft bounce.
My cheeks burned so hard as I got into bed, reluctant to part my legs.My tits were in his face.My face appeared rosier than ever.My breath wouldn’t stop hitching as a result.I didn’t want him to see how soaked I was because I could feel it coating my thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he repeated firmly this time.
My throat thickened as I pulled my legs apart.
His dark eyes devoured my almost naked frame on the bed.The hunger I saw in them was crippling.He looked at me like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me and fuck me until I passed out.
I bit my lips, my eyes following his movements as he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off.That menacing tattoo unraveled before me again.I ached to get my hands on it and trace circles around it.
