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“Christ, Isabella—”
The sound of him softly swearing behind me sends a flush of heat over my skin. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, a slow ache building there, and I want him to touch me so badly that it nearly hurts. I have to clench my hands into fists to keep from turning and touching him myself, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes me when his fingers brush against the back of my neck.
“Do you need help with this, too?” His voice is low and rough, as his fingers brush against my braids. He doesn’t wait for me to answer, deftly undoing them, and as my thick black hair falls around my shoulders, I feel him run his fingers through it.
“I wasn’t going to do this tonight, Isabella.” His voice slides over me, dark and rough, like rubbing velvet the wrong way. “But—”
“But, what?” The words sound breathy, trembling, and I know he can tell how much I want him. How much I wantthis, tonight, even if it’s just the once—one night where I can be with him as Isabella. I’ve never heard him say my actual name in bed; I only slept with him as a woman that isn’t even real. I hadn’t realized how deep the need for that went until now, how much of a loss it felt like.
“It’s not truly legal until we consummate it. A marriage without that can be annulled. Of course, there’s no way to really prove one way or another, but—” His fingers brush my hair to one side, sliding down the nape of my neck, over the ridge of my spine. “Just to be safe, we should. We’ll have to go slow, with how beat up we both are, but I think--” He breathes in, almost as if he’s inhaling the scent of me, his fingers still brushing against my back. “I think we can manage.”
His hands rest on my upper arms then, turning me, and I go easily into his arms. I feel his fingers pressing into my flesh as he pulls me closer, my bare skin brushing against the soft linen and rough denim of his clothes, and somehow that turns me on even more—for me to be so bare and exposed, and him fully clothed. The sensitive, bare skin of my shaved pussy brushes against him, and I let out a soft moan, just as his lips come down to capture mine.
I lean into him, helpless against the onslaught of his mouth. The kiss is nothing like the one he gave me in the church. His lips are hard and hungry, as if once he set his mind to having me tonight, all the desire he was holding back is unleashed. Niall’s tongue pushes into my mouth, his groan vibrating against my lips, and I feel him harden against me through his jeans.
“Fuck, it’s going to be hard to go slow,” he growls. “I’m so goddamn hard for you, lass—”
One of his hands is in my hair, gripping it harder than he has before, but something about his roughness awakens a deep desire in me. I don’t care if he handles me roughly, so long as he keeps touching me, so long as he makes me his, just for tonight. The ache between my thighs deepens, the soft flesh there sticky with my arousal, and I arch into him, my hand touching his side.
Niall groans, this time in pain, pulling away from me. “Careful, lass,” he rasps. “There’s a lot more injured flesh on me than uninjured.”
A sudden wave of bravery washes over me. I’m his wife now, after all, even if it’s as temporary as I think it might be. I reach down, touching the thick ridge of his cock that’s straining against the zipper of his jeans. “What about here?”
Niall closes his eyes, tipping his head back as his hips jerk, pushing himself into my hand. “No, lass, I think that’s feeling just fine.”
“Good,” I whisper, and then I sink to my knees, reaching for his belt.
“Isabella, you don’t have to—oh, god.” Niall groans as I open his jeans, reaching inside to palm his cock, sliding it out, and wrapping my fingers around the thick length. I feel a pulse between my thighs, seeing him again like this, feeling all that hot, straining hardness in my hand, and I moan softly as I lean forward.
“I want to,” I whisper, looking up at him wide-eyed, and I press my lips to the tip of his cock.
There’s already pre-cum dripping from the tip, and I swirl my tongue over the swollen flesh, licking it up. Niall jerks, hands fisting at his sides as his hips push forwards, his cock pressing between my lips as he urges me to take more of it. I want to pleasure him, to give him somethinggood, and it feels right to do it like this, on my knees in penance for everything I’ve done wrong. I let him push the first inch of his cock into my mouth, careful not to scrape him with my teeth, and I wrap my hand around the base as I start to stroke the part of him that I haven’t yet managed to fit deeper.
Niall’s hand presses against the back of my head. “Oh god, lass, yes. Just like that. Oh—” He groans, more of his cock pushing between my lips, all the way to the back of my throat as I suck harder, my tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. He jerks and groans when I pull back, teasing the soft flesh just beneath the tip with my tongue, and then he’s filling my mouth again, pushing as deeply as he can as I suck him.
“God, I want to fuck your face,” he groans, his hand tightening in my hair. “The sight of your pretty lips around my cock—fuck, it’s so good.” His fingers slide through my hair, his eyes darkening as he looks down at me, kneeling for him as I take his cock. “You’ve been a bad girl, Isabella—but you look so pretty on your knees, making up for it with that mouth. That’s right, oh god, suck me—”
I don’t know if all men are as vocal as Niall is in bed, but I know that I love it. The filthy words coming from his mouth, the encouragement, even telling me I’ve been a bad girl—all of it only stokes my arousal higher, my thighs slippery with it as I clench them together, my clit throbbing with the need to be touched. I don’t try to touch myself, though, letting that be part of my penance all on my own, all of my attention on Niall and his perfect, thick cock as I struggle to take it deeper.
“God, yes, take it in your throat—fuck.Swallow that cock—”
I choke as his thick length pushes into my throat, the muscles clenching around the head of his cock, and Niall lets out a sound of almost visceral pleasure, his jaw tight as I look up at him. “Oh my fuckinggod,” he groans, hips shuddering as he struggles not to thrust deeper. “Take it,yes—”
I stay that way for as long as I can, choking on his cock on my knees as my eyes water, until I can’t bear it any longer. I pull back, coughing, my entire body flushed and overheated, my pussy dripping by now with need. I want him so badly it hurts, and I look up at Niall with teary eyes; my lips are swollen from his kisses and his cock.
“Please,” I beg, my hand still stroking his glistening length. “I know I’ve been bad, Niall. You can fuck me as hard as you want—take me anywhere you want. Just please—I want your cock. I need it. Please—”
“I wish I could fuck you as hard as I want to right now,” he growls, his hand still stroking my hair. His cock throbs in my hand, and he reaches down, helping me to my feet. “Lay back on the bed, Isabella. You’ll have my cock, since you begged for it so sweetly.”
The bed is much smaller than anything I’m used to, and I realize as I climb onto it, laying back on the pillows, that we’re going to sleep very closely tonight. The thought sends a wave of emotion through me, and I watch as Niall shrugs out of his clothes, moving to join me on the bed.
It hurts to see him so injured, most of his muscular torso covered in the bandage, the burn on his thigh visible around the edges of the bandage. It’s a testament to how much he wants me that he’s still stiff and hard, his cock swollen and throbbing as he moves between my thighs, kneeling there.
“You’re hurt too,” he says, his voice softening slightly as he looks down at my thighs, hips, and the side of my ass where the lashes from Javier are visible. There’s more on my ass, sore against the quilt on the bed, but I don’t care. I’d fought against submitting to a husband in bed for so long, but with Niall, it feels right. I spread my legs wider for him, looking up at him trustingly, wanting him to use me as he sees fit. To give him anything I can, if it means I can make up for my mistakes even a little.
“We don’t have to do this, if it will hurt you.” His hands hover over my thighs, taking in the marks there worriedly. “If you don’t want—oh—”
Niall reaches out, brushing his fingers over the bare skin of my pussy, and I moan softly, arching up into his touch. “You’ve never been like this before,” he murmurs. “All soft and bare and exposed.”
