Chapter Thirty-Three #2
“You can be certain that I will. When you are tied to my bed and I’m spanking that gorgeous arse of yours, you may be sorry you goaded me into this.
” Sliding his hand to the nape of her neck, Wylder forced her to look at him.
His fingers tangled in her damp hair, his gaze roaming over her beautiful face.
Emily’s eyes were half-lidded with desire, her lips full and trembling. A rosy flush pinkened her damp skin.
“I won’t be sorry, Wylder. I’ll never be sorry that I am your wife,” she said with a fierceness that took his breath away. “I chose you. A rakehell. A scoundrel. A rogue. A man who captured my heart long ago. So, I won’t ever be sorry.”
Wylder groaned out loud, his hand tightening on the back of her neck. He’d married a wild temptress that he would never tire of.
Shifting his free hand, he used the buoyancy of the water to aid in lifting her hips so that she was poised over his shaft.
His fingers dug into the fleshy part of her buttocks, holding her at bay as he made sure one more time that this was what she wanted.
And while he somehow managed to show the barest hint of restraint, in reality, he wanted to violently thrust up into her softness and explode inside her.
“Be very certain of this, Emily. I won’t be able to stop once I’m inside you.”
“I am.” Her arms locked even more tightly around his neck, her eyes fluttering shut with the force of her desire. “And I won’t allow you to stop.”
“Then look at me, Emily,” he commanded harshly. “Look at me, and don’t you dare close your eyes as I make you mine.”
“Yes, my lord,” she whispered, her arms winding around his neck even more.
Then she was crying out as Wylder notched himself against the opening of her body.
His hips surged upward, breaching her slowly but surely until he reached the barrier of her innocence.
He held her gaze as he conquered her, shoving past the flimsy bit of tissue until he was seated deep inside the warm silkiness of her pussy.
She was so tight around him… impossibly so.
Her virginal channel was pulsating in a strange rhythm of frantic rejection and helpless, melting acceptance.
“I’m hurting you…” Wylder grunted. The size of his cock was likely splitting her in two, and the sudden realization made his heart leap with irrational panic. His fingers gripped her buttocks in preparation of dragging her off of him.
“It hurts but it also feels amazing,” Emily breathed in wonder.
Her body ground against him, and a gasp flew past her lips when her clitoris made contact with his pubic area.
“Oh! Oh… my God…” Her gaze met his, her pupils so dilated with pleasure they were now dark pools of blue.
“You are so big and I feel so… full of you. As if I might burst apart… but I never want it to end.”
“Fucking hell, Emily. Keep talking and I will erupt inside you,” he swore between clenched teeth.
Emily smiled at that, a slow, sensuous smile that was at odds with the pinch of pain that still furrowed her brow. “Show me what that means, Wylder.”
Wylder caught her hand, drawing it to his mouth and pressing a burning kiss to her palm. The diamond ring glittered in the dim light of the room, catching the flames of the fire in the hearth.
“My wife,” he murmured, kissing her hand again and putting all of his emotion and love and desire and possessiveness into the simple, powerful words.
“My lord husband,” she whispered as he began rocking up into her. More water splashed over the edge of the brass tub as he claimed her in earnest, watching closely as the pain still evident in her face faded into pleasure.
Emily met every thrust, her features softening with a magical glow that Wylder could not tear his eyes away from.
The entire universe seemed to center on this one patch of Earth, narrowing until nothing mattered other than this woman who had claimed his heart and soul.
A woman who was now the entirety of his universe.
When she reached her orgasm, there was such a look of dazed wonderment on her features that Wylder could not contain his own reaction.
His cock jerked and pulsed as she quivered around him, the helpless shuddering of her body demanding that he join her in bliss.
With a muffled shout of conquest, Wylder exploded inside her, both of his hands now gripping her buttocks to hold her in place as his seed poured inside her body.
Emily buried her hands into the thick waves of his hair, tugging his head back so that she could breathlessly kiss him. Their tongues tangled and fought as the spasms from their orgasms faded into pleasant waves of aftershocks. Finally stilling, Emily leaned away, gazing deep into Wylder’s eyes.
“I love you, Wylder St. Clair,” she murmured, her gorgeous blue eyes brimming with tears of happiness and adoration. “I love you.”
“And I love you with all that I am,” Wylder replied, pushing the curls of her hair off her forehead as he confessed with a chuckle, “Oh, my sweet, little minx. This rakehell has met his match, and I could not be more content.” He kissed her again, his tone filled with humor as he said, “Now, let us move to the bed. I want to make love to you again with no danger of flooding the house.”