Page 60 of Outcast’s Vow

“Your want is my command, Your Highness.”

I don’t even blink.

“I want it so badly.”

Baptiste sucks in air.

“Finally,” he rumbles, “I’m going to consummate this marriage.”

And then he kisses me. It’s a long kiss. Obsessive, and feverish, and so very, very overdue. It’s like a final proof of his confession. I lean into him.

And then he pulls back. He’s got something else to say.

“Get into the bedroom,” he snarls. “Now.”

And I obey.

* * *

My husband slams the bedroom door shut, a scowl on his lips.

“Come to me, Sylvie.”

I eagerly do so, and he kisses me so aggressively that it practically borders on a confrontation. He tastes of salt and adrenaline. One of his hands grips my hair, pulling me even closer. The other hand is around my waist, holding tight.

His fingers dig in. He’s refusing to let me go.

And I don’t want him to.

Full of passion, Baptiste drives me back into the wall. Cold wood bites my shoulders. I’m caged. Pinned. My hands cup his perfect, chiseled face, inviting him in. My entire body betrays my lust, giving away what my mouth keeps fighting to admit.

I hate myself for how much I love this.

Baptiste sets the pace. The covetous hostility gives way to a slower forcefulness as his hands peel away at my clothes. He takes what I’ve been daring him to earn.

My back arches at his touch and I let out a moan.

“Baptiste...”

His name is swallowed by our kiss as his tough fingers grip my leggings and tear them down. I feel the sting of cold air on my exposed skin.

But his hands are burning hot.

“Tell me again you don’t believe a word I say,” he purrs. “Tell me again you’re not completely mine.”

I open my mouth to let out a witty barb. To fight back verbally. But then he bites at my neck. His stubble scrapes my flesh, and instead of sass, another pleasurable moan escapes my mouth.

“I am yours, Baptiste.”

Oh.

I’m letting him do this to me.

Yes, I really should hate it. But it really, really turns me on.

Baptiste’s thumb drags across my bottom lip. His roughness is overwhelming in the best way. His hands then travel all over my body, unrestricted. Uncontrolled.

He then slows. Steadies himself.