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I padded over to the counter, finding a brush and several other toiletries laid out for me. I picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush and slowly worked out all the tangles from the shower. Once I was convinced that I’d gotten every one, I put it back down and sighed.
I was going to have to leave the bathroom at some point.
I lifted my head and stared into the mirror, trying to see what he saw in me. I’d never considered myself traditionally pretty. My eyes were probably my best feature. They were blue, not a lighter blue like the sky, but a darker blue like that of a rich sapphire. My lips were full, and my nose wasn’t too big. There were so many beautiful models that he could have chosen that would be so utterly thankful to preen on his arm, but he’d turned away from them all in his volley to marry me and I couldn’t figure out why.
I brushed my hair a little more, just staring at myself in the mirror as I tried to figure out what he saw in me and finding nothing of merit.
Sure, I was smart, but a man like Grayson Asher didn’t marry a woman for her brain. He married a woman for her looks and that certainly wasn’t me. I forced myself to turn away from the mirror and leave the room.
I walked into the closet, hearing the muted sound of his voice just a little bit further off. I crept forward, seeing him sitting on the bed with his back to me.
He was fully dressed already, but not in a suit like before. He was wearing a tuxedo and a really nice one at that. The material was black, but the light caught it in a way to make it shine as though it was made of silk. I wanted to reach out and touch it, knowing that it would probably feel like velvet against my skin.
He must have heard me because he stood up and turned to face me. His expression was calm and thoughtful, and I took a small step back before I could stop myself.
“Did you enjoy your shower?” he asked. Immediately, I was reminded of a lion about to pounce on his prey, and I stopped myself from fleeing knowing that there wasn’t a way out behind me.
“I did,” I whispered. He prowled toward me, and my unease grew, but then he stopped several feet away from me and lazily drew his gaze up and down my body. I shivered and lifted my chin proudly. “I see you’re already dressed.”
“You took quite a long shower,” he answered, cocking his head to the side as he leaned against the bed.
“I did,” I replied curtly. I stood tall, pressing my legs together and trying to ignore the ever-persistent twinge between my thighs. I just wished it would stop already.
He stared at me for several seconds longer and I fought against the rising tide of self-consciousness that poured over me unbidden.
“Remove the towel,” he commanded and all I wanted to do was refuse him. What other choice did I have though? He’d already shown that he was willing do to whatever it took to force my obedience. I gripped my towel more tightly for a moment before I sighed and released it.
I would obey him. For now. But I didn’t have to like it.
I threw the wet towel right in his face. I was disappointed to see that he didn’t look surprised or shocked in any way. He moved so quickly that he caught it before it smacked him in the face, and I snarled as he coolly appraised me. Slowly, he folded the towel and placed it neatly aside, all while my heart pounded wildly in my chest.
My nerves spiked when he took several steps in my direction and I couldn’t move fast enough to escape his reach. He grabbed me firmly around the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, capturing my lips with his in a kiss so deep that I forgot to breathe.
He possessed my body with that kiss, and I couldn’t help myself as I pressed back against him. His lips were so perfect that I found myself gasping for air and kissing him back just as hard. My heart pounded in my chest and his fingers squeezed the back of my neck a bit tighter, and just when I thought he couldn’t kiss me any more deeply, he did.
I moaned softly and he swallowed my sounds. He tilted me backwards onto the bed and I was too distracted by the feeling of his lips on mine to put up much of a fight. When he finally pulled away, his eyes caught mine and I stared up into them as he released the back of my neck. Gently, he turned my head to the side and kissed my cheek, before he trailed his lips down my throat and along my collarbone to my breasts. I arched into his kisses even though I was reluctant to, but he was being so gentle.
His tongue dragged along the hard peak of my nipple, and I cried out softly with pleasure. He touched me with expert hands and my body responded in kind, first with reluctance and followed by brutal force.
His hand slid between my legs, and I knew what he’d find. I was just as wet as he’d left me before. He captured my clit between two fingers and dragged them back and forth. I mewled softly, unable to stop myself from responding to the sure and steady torture.
The word ‘please’ was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit the inside of my cheek. I didn’t want him to know how much I wanted him.
But. Fuck.
His fingers were so incredibly good. My reluctance all but dissipated as his mouth opened and gently surrounded my nipple, kissing gently at first before he started getting just a little bit rougher. I whimpered, unsure.
He suckled my nipple hard, and I tried to pull away, getting the sudden sense that I’d been a willing participant in my own capture. His body surrounded mine, holding me down on the bed and I peered down in fear as his lips pulled back and his teeth captured my nipple next.
“Wait. Don’t!” I shrieked.
That didn’t stop him. He bit down on my nipple, and I yelped as a fierce stinging pain radiated outward. If I pulled away just the slightest bit, his bite hurt more. My entire breast throbbed hot in his mouth, and I tried to remain still, but it was difficult. When he pulled away, I breathed a sigh of relief only to squeak with fear when his lips approached my other breast.
I struggled beneath him, but that wasn’t going to stop him. If anything, it only fueled him to move faster, to bite harder and by the time he bit down on my left nipple, I was already crying out in anticipation of the burning pain that came with it.
His fingers never stopped dragging back and forth across my clit.
He released me and drew back far enough to stare into my eyes. I trembled as my nipples throbbed, sore and freshly punished by his mouth. He could bring such gentle pleasure with those lips, but there was a roughness there too.
