He continued to move in precise movements, each thrust making her gasp.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Slow down. You’re too—”
Her words turned into a shattered cry as something inside her snapped, and suddenly she was coming with a violence that ripped through her like a lightning strike.
Her scream was raw as her back arched off the bed sharply. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as pleasure detonated along every nerve.
He didn’t stop. Or slow. He continued to move with hard thrusts while his thumbs stroked softly under her knees.
Her body trembled under his, caught between pleasure and the raw edge of pain.
She opened her eyes to see him watching her with intense concentration on his handsome face. Beads of sweat covered his forehead while he continued to move.
“Again,” he commanded.
Before her mind could protest, her body obeyed, and another climax ripped through her body with a force, making her scream. She clawed at his shoulders and arms as the pleasure crested higher and sharper until sensation blurred into agony, her muscles clamping around him in frantic pulses while her hips jerked uncontrollably beneath him.
His rhythm didn’t falter. His hips drove into her in a ruthlessly precise rhythm while his fingers stroked her gently under her knees.
His face remained unreadable as he watched her with darkened eyes.
Just when she thought her body couldn’t take the overstimulation anymore, his thrusts lost their precise movements, and the veins in his neck stood out like cords as he hovered on the brink.
She watched, dazed, as sweat dripped from his forehead onto her neck. He was holding back, muscles trembling with the effort, his hardness pulsing inside her where their bodies were joined.
Then he withdrew from her.
She gasped at the sudden emptiness. Her stomach clenched, her breath catching as she watched him with his head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped himself.
With a low growl that reverberated through her body, he came. Hot streaks of white splashed across her dusky stomach, marking her.
His breath came in ragged bursts, his grip white-knuckled on the headboard as he hovered over her, looking at her quivering stomach where he had released his seed.
For a moment, he remained still, and then he reached for the bedside table.
The crinkle of paper broke through the charged silence. She watched in a daze as he pressed clean white tissues against her quivering stomach.
Her skin prickled as his long fingers swiped away the evidence of his release from her dusky skin. His movements were deliberate and thorough, as though even this task needed to be done precisely.
Then, without looking at her, he threw the soiled tissues in a discreetly placed can next to the bed.
The tendons in his forearm flexed as he got out of bed and straightened, his profile carved from marble in the warm light. A drop of sweat slid down his broad, muscled chest, indicating he wasn’t a statue.
Her eyes lowered, and she nearly gasped seeing he was still hard.
Oh God.
Her thighs were still trembling, the echo of his mouth and then the brutal stretch pulsing between her legs like a second heartbeat. She didn’t think her body could take one more round.
But he didn’t look towards her. He put on his black robe with a smooth motion before tying it tightly. And then, he turned to walk towards his bedroom.
He paused near the door and looked over his shoulder. “Breakfast is at nine sharp,” he said.
His voice was calm, as if he had concluded a board meeting rather than consummating their marriage.
She watched as he stepped into his room.
The connecting door closed with a soft click, leaving her alone in complete silence.
