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Fuck. Licking my lips, I meet his eyes as he circles me and then stops before me. “I want you to fuck me.”
His lips quirk up for a moment, and his eyes drop to my body. I almost want to shield myself from his gaze. Even at the club, I wasn’t this shy, but suddenly, before this man I’ve just taken as my husband, I’m an embarrassed, quivering mess.
“Don’t,” he warns harshly. “Never be embarrassed in front of me.”
Nodding, I watch as he reaches out and drags the tip of one finger over my collarbone and down the valley of my heaving breasts. “You’re fucking perfect, too perfect to be real.” His hand drops away, and he meets my eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want? I won’t ask again, my love. If you commit to this, you are mine. I’ll fuck every inch of you, push your limits, make you cry, and make you come, so that every time you look at me, you’ll be nothing but a dripping mess begging for my cock. I won’t take it easy on you—I can’t—I want you too badly.” As if to prove his point, he cups the huge bulge in his trousers, rubbing it as I watch, mesmerized. “If you want someone to love you gently, slowly, I’m not that man for you.”
He’s giving me an out, just like at city hall.
And yet again, I’m not taking it.
“I want you,” I reply, my gaze still on his hand which is stroking faster now. “Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to keep these promises?”
“Layla, keep pushing me and your teasing little mouth will be filled with my cock so you can’t speak again,” he warns as he steps closer, pressing against me. This time he doesn’t plan on stopping, and neither do I.
When I stepped into this room, I knew what I was doing. I’ve made my bed, and now I have to lie in it with him, my husband. Whatever else happens tonight, I’m finally going to give into this electric arousal that arcs between Alaric and me.
The heady, powerful feeling that grows inside me makes me smile as I realize he wants me as badly as I want him. Maybe he always has. As if he heard my thoughts, he tips up my chin with one finger and tilts his head down like he’s going to kiss me. I inhale, waiting, but his lips simply move against mine as he speaks.
“Every shy look you gave me, every stolen smile and touch, no matter how innocent, drove me fucking wild. I tried to be good and stay away, but you’re just too fucking tempting, Layla. I couldn’t. I wanted you so badly, still do, and every fiber of my being tells me I’m yours, demanding I take you, fuck you, and prove those doubts in your eyes wrong. I saw the embarrassment and sadness whenever you thought I rejected you . . . but, love, I was protecting you. One more touch, and I would have bent you over those sticky diner tables and slammed into your tight little cunt in front of them all.” He swallows my gasp, kissing me gently, the action contradictory to his dirty words. “You are my entire reason for living, my fucked-up dirty little secret I couldn’t walk away from even though I knew I should. You are so innocent, Layla, so perfect, and me? I’m a scarred mess, yet it won’t stop me, not now. You begged me to fuck you, and that’s just what I’m going to do.” His lips slam onto mine.
A promise.
I have to fumble to keep up as he tilts my head the way he wants, licking and nipping at the seam of my lips until I whimper, and then his tongue slips in my mouth. He tangles it with mine, sucking on it and dragging his along my teeth. He tastes and claims every inch like he promised. When he pulls back, I’m breathing heavily, my eyes are closed, and heat blooms in my stomach and pussy. Just from a kiss. But a kiss has never felt like I couldn’t breathe without it, as if I might cry if he doesn’t do it again.
My body sways into his even as he steps back, forcing my eyes open. “On the bed,” he orders. I hesitate only for a moment, my mind clouded by desire, but it’s too slow for him. He grabs my waist and tosses me. I squeal as I fly through the air, the impact forcing the breath from my lungs as I bounce before sprawling out across the bed in a very undignified manner.
He’s on me in an instant, pinning me down with his huge body, his hands on either side of my head as he watches me. I wiggle beneath him, and his dark orbs narrow. “Keep doing that and I’ll come across your incredible breasts before I even get to taste your cunt.”
My eyes widen at his words. He can’t mean that, can he? I mean, the only experience I have is limited, I’ll admit, but the one guy I’ve been with didn’t want to do that. He almost looked disgusted when I suggested he give me head like I had given him, and instead we had very unsatisfactory quick sex that left me dry and hurting. I know this won’t be the same; my pussy is already slick with desire, and the hunger in his kisses only has that growing.
“You want to . . . taste me?” I finally ask.
“Every fucking inch of you,” he vows. “Starting with these fuckable breasts spilling from this little bra. I can see your hard nipples.” He groans and lowers his head. “And I need to have them.”
“I—” I stumble over a response, but it doesn’t matter. My words die in my throat as that hot mouth wraps around my nipple through my bra. The feel of his mouth, even through the material, has me crying out. Chuckling, he lifts his head and meets my gaze again. “How sweetly you cry out. You’re so fucking responsive. I can’t wait to find out what else makes you scream.”
My cheeks heat at his blatant dirty words, and his grin widens. “So fucking sweet. Tell me, Layla, are you a virgin?”
I stutter, closing my eyes before they meet his. “No.” He doesn’t seem angry as he tilts his head. “I didn’t enjoy it that much. I’ve only been with one man, and yeah, it was bad,” I blurt, embarrassed all over again.
“Then he didn’t fuck you right, the moron. Having such a perfect creature like you beneath him and not making you come?” He shakes his head. “I’ll rectify that. Did he taste you?”
“No,” I whisper, knowing he will only keep asking.
“Fucking kid,” he spits. “Little Layla, you will enjoy this. I promise you that. You’ll enjoy it so much you’ll crave it every second of every day. I’m going to eat that sweet little cunt until your cream drips down my chin, and only when you beg, fucking beg for me to fill you, I will. Even then, you will come over and over again, all across my cock, until that fucking idiot that took your virginity doesn’t exist. Only I do and the pleasure I can give you. That, I promise you.”
He leans down and kisses me again, and I whisper into his lips. My thighs clench together, but he doesn’t like that. He forces himself between them, his material covered knee sliding up until it’s pressed against my damp panties. The friction—oh God. I gasp and he swallows it, trailing his fingers up my arm and across my chest to my breasts. I can’t help wiggling again, only now it’s against his knee, and the hardness hits my clit, making me cry out.
Smirking against my lips, he deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with mine as his expert, lithe fingers tug at my bra. He pulls it down, freeing my heaving breasts. Ripping my mouth away, I close my eyes, wanting to cover up, but he doesn’t let me. He kisses down my cheek, stopping at my neck to lick and suck, before continuing across my chest to my breasts. I part my eyes slightly, looking at him through my lashes, and I see the hunger on his face as he takes them in.
“Fuck me, they are even better than I imagined.” Alaric groans, reaching out reverently to stroke them.
When he circles my nipple, I bite my lip, trying to stifle a noise that wants to escape. His eyes dart up and narrow as he does it again, this time flicking my hard bud. The arc of pleasure goes straight to my pulsing clit, making me cry out as I grind into his knee. He likes my response and does it to the other side, eliciting a whimper from my lips. Alaric does it again, but this time, he plucks my nipple, twisting and playing to determine what makes me cry out and what makes me arch into his touch.
“Please!” I finally yell, and with his dark eyes on me, he pushes my breasts together, my hard nipples pointing at him as his mouth hovers above them.
“Please what?” he demands.
