Page 7 of A Sinful Gravity

"How can I believe you?" She sneered, eyes reddening.

"You're my wife. You have to." How dare she resist?

Irritation boiled up. I gripped her chin, made her look.

She twisted to break free, but she was too small against me. Her hair brushed my neck, itching my skin unbearably.

Her fight pissed me off. I tightened my arm around her waist, locked her in, and with raw anger, crashed my mouth onto hers.

In my arms, her struggles eased, body trembling. Tears slid down her cheeks, and like a drowning man clutching driftwood, I kissed them away frantically, crushed her into me.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue invading her mouth with brutal force, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the faint bitterness of betrayal. She bit down hard on my lower lip,drawing blood, a sharp sting that only fueled the fire raging in my veins.

"Fuck," I growled against her mouth, not pulling back but pressing harder, my free hand fisting in her hair to yank her head back, exposing her throat. I latched onto her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as mine, the way she'd marked me with her anger.

She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, scratching through my shirt, but I didn't care. The pain mixed with the heat, making my cock throb painfully against my pants. I ground against her, letting her feel how hard she made me, even in this mess.

"You think you can push me away?" I snarled, my voice low and rough, laced with the fury I couldn't contain. My hand slid down her body, rough and possessive, shoving up the hem of her silk dress, fingers digging into her thigh hard enough to bruise.

Luna whimpered, a mix of anger and something breaking, but she arched against me despite herself, her body betraying her mind. I tore at the delicate fabric of her panties, ripping them aside with a savage yank, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

She cried out, "Cassian, stop—" but her voice cracked, and I silenced her with another punishing kiss, my fingers plunging between her legs, finding her already slick, hot, and ready even as she fought.

"You're wet for me, aren't you? Even now," I taunted, my thumb circling her clit roughly, making her buck against my hand. She bit my shoulder this time, teeth sinking in deep, a muffled sob escaping her. The bite sent a jolt straight to my groin, and I groaned, thrusting two fingers inside her without mercy, curling them to hit that spot that made her gasp and tremble. Her walls clenched around me, and I pumped harder,faster, my other arm pinning her wrists above her head against the sofa back, her body arched and exposed.

She thrashed, legs kicking weakly, but I wedged my knee between her thighs, spreading them wide. "Fight all you want, Luna. You're mine." I withdrew my fingers abruptly, making her whine in protest, and fumbled with my belt, shoving my pants down just enough to free my aching cock. It sprang out, hard and leaking, and I didn't give her a moment to breathe—I aligned and thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt.

She screamed, a raw, broken sound, her body tensing around me like a vice. I didn't pause, didn't gentle it; I pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm, each thrust fueled by the anger boiling between us. Her nails raked down my back, tearing at my skin, but her hips started meeting mine, involuntary at first, then desperate. "Bastard," she hissed through gritted teeth, tears streaming, but her eyes, god, her eyes were fire, hating me and needing me in equal measure.

I grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly to angle deeper, pounding into her with everything I had, the sofa creaking under the force. Sweat slicked our skin, her dress bunched up around her waist, breasts heaving with each ragged breath. I leaned down, capturing a nipple through the silk, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out, her inner muscles fluttering around me.

"Say it," I demanded, voice hoarse, thrusts turning erratic as I chased the edge. "Say you're mine."

She shook her head, defiant even as sobs wracked her body, but I didn't let up. I reached between us, rubbing her clit in tight, relentless circles, matching the brutal pace of my hips. Her resistance crumbled—her bites turned to desperate kisses, her pushes to clutches, holding me closer as pleasure overtook the rage.

"Cassian... please..." she begged, voice breaking into whimpers, her body shuddering violently as orgasm hit her, clenching around me so tight it pulled me over with her.

I growled, spilling deep inside her with a final, savage thrust, my vision blurring from the intensity. We collapsed together, breaths heaving, her tears soaking my shirt. She went limp in my arms, spent and crying softly, no fight left—just exhausted surrender, her body molding to mine as the anger ebbed into something raw and vulnerable.

"You're mine, Luna." Afterward, I inhaled her hair greedily.

I pulled a box from my suit pocket.

That sapphire ring. I spotted it at a New York exhibit, drawn without knowing why. Now I got it: its deep, aloof blue was pure Luna.

The small black box had sat in my pocket for nearly a month, no right moment, or maybe no push to make one.

Bright sapphire, oval-cut in platinum, deep in the morning light—not flashy, a subdued brilliant blue with hidden fire if you looked close.

I grabbed her cool hand and forced the ring onto her finger.

"First sight, it screamed you." I locked eyes, hunting control in that blue gleam. "It's yours, Luna."

She eyed the heavy gem on her fingertip, a faint spark in her gaze, but her mouth twisted in bitter irony, turning away.

Irritation flared again. I cupped her chin, made her look. "If one's not enough, I'll buy the mine. As long as you're here, until you accept. You know I can."

Yeah, I played dirty with her softness.