Chapter 29
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Perfection.
There was no such thing.
Yet the way Genevieve felt in my arms was utter perfection. She had one arm casually draped around my neck as I carried her in through the French doors. I couldn’t stop kissing her, every drag of my tongue across hers tasting like the sweetest cherries.
There was no need to turn on the light in the bedroom, the bright moon creating shifting shadows floating across the bed’s surface.
Before easing her onto the bed, I pulled my lips from hers, tasting the saltiness of her neck, her jaw, and her strong shoulder.
She mewed from my actions, her long fingers tracing the ink crawling down my neck.
I knelt onto the bed, still holding her aloft so I could enjoy the moment. But that was short lived. The ache for her was too strong.
Neither waiting nor extensive foreplay was an option.
I finally dropped her in the center of the bed, my balls tightening from the sight of her long hair splayed out in a stunning arc around her head. As they’d been all day, her eyes were pinned on mine, her lips twisted from words she’d yet to say.
Her hesitation and timidity I wasn’t used to. Maybe that’s because we’d been sworn enemies, strangers in a brutal world where only the strongest survived. Now we weren’t only combative lovers, but man and wife. There was a marked difference. We both felt it.
I planted both hands on either side of her while using my knee to push her legs apart. If she thought I’d be gentle on our wedding night, she didn’t know me very well. Tonight I wanted her clawing my skin as she cried out my name.
And tomorrow, I wanted her aching and sore, every movement reminding her of the night before.
With her breathing ragged, she palmed my chest, staring up at me with wide open eyes. When I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy lips, she arched her back. That was all I could take before I impaled her with my entire length.
The cry I’d needed became a reality as she wrapped her legs around my hips and scratched her nails down my arms. There was something glorious about the stinging sensations.
Her pussy muscles clenched around my dick and my mind was an instant blur. Fuck. She felt so good wrapped around me, the continued perfection daunting as hell.
There was a distinct glow covering our bodies creating a shimmer from the light perspiration. She was even more beautiful in the dim light.
All I could think about was that she was mine. All mine.
I pulled out, pounding into her again and all I could hear was the muffled sounds my exquisite bride was making. I yanked one of her legs up higher, grinding into her until I was deeper than I’d gone before.
Genevieve writhed under me, panting between cries. Were they cries for mercy? Were they sobs of pleasure? I wasn’t certain it mattered, only the feel of her voluptuous body wiggling under mine capturing my attention.
I leaned down, tasting her sweet lips all over again. Electricity soared as I pummeled into her, becoming a crazed man. All I could think about was her. All I needed was the woman lying underneath me, the one who’d defied me every step of the way.
The one who shouldn’t belong to me, but also one I’d never allow to leave. Not now.
Not ever.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intentions of it.” I fucked her even more brutally, growling from the way her muscles milked me, keeping me on the very edge of madness.
Her breathing changed, the tenseness increasing. She was right there on the precipice with me, only I wasn’t ready to let go.
More.
I wanted more.
I would have anything I craved.
But nothing would satisfy me.
As soon as I yanked her other leg over my shoulder, she dug her fingernails into my chest. Her mouth opened wide at first then shifted into a rounded ‘o’ just seconds before her body began to shake.
My mouth found hers again, my throat collecting her moans and the sharp scream as an orgasm tore through her. The way her body reacted was incredible, the soft ripples as she trembled in my hold creating a stronger feeling of utter power.
Did she have any idea her life was in my hands? Did she know how possessive I was, that I’d meant what I’d said about anyone touching her? Did it turn her on knowing my cock was the only one she’d ever have again?
Or was she still under the assumption our marriage was by contract only?
Her head lolled to the side as she fluttered her hand against my chest in acquiescence to the rapture. When her eyelashes floated across her porcelain skin, I sensed she could easily fall into a deep slumber.
But I wasn’t finished with her yet. I needed more. Always more. With her, it was never enough.
When I pulled out, she gasped and reached for me once again. For a power-hungry bastard such as myself, there was nothing more satisfying than comprehending how much she wanted me.
As soon as I rose to my knees, she playfully pushed my chest with her foot. When she attempted to do so a second time, I grabbed her ankle, enjoying the slight game of tug of war.
“You’re so horrid,” she mused.
“I’ll definitely take that as a compliment.” I couldn’t get enough of the glow on her face, the illumination allowing me a breathless vision of every thought and emotion. She had several, her mind still trying to process why she wanted this.
Why she hungered for what only I could provide.
I kissed her ankle as I massaged her calf, rough enough she continued trembling. As I alternated between caressing and kissing her skin, she mewed several times. With every hint of pleasure, she pursed her lips in a quiet revelation that she knew where she belonged.
As always, my patience had limitations.
Tonight was no exception.
Her muted cries were heightened when I flipped her onto her stomach, immediately wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her onto all fours.
“What are you doing?”
I laughed that she’d bothered to ask. “ Tomando lo que para siempre me pertenece .”
Taking what forever belongs to me.
She clawed the bedding but arched her back in a clear invitation. Goddamn, she only made me want her that much more. The woman had a way of driving me over the edge without trying. Never had I let myself go with a woman the way I had with her.
It could be damning, sending me straight to hell, but what a way to go.
With her head tilted back, she appeared even more regal than before.
The draw of her rounded bottom was too great to ignore. I cracked my hand against her butt cheek with enough force she was pitched forward, yet clawed her way back. She threw her head over her shoulder, the sarcastic smirk she’d engineered and perfected making a return.
I smacked her bottom again, exhaling from the intense rush of heat as well as the luscious sound that echoed in the room. Every noise she made, the almost primal cries erupting from her throat kept my dick throbbing.
Being free from her wetness wouldn’t last for long. I brought my hand down several times, relishing the building heat across my palm. A delicious pink hue began covering her skin.
Genevieve moaned several times, the jarring effect of my brutal slaps making her yelp more than once. That was it. I couldn’t stand the wait any longer.
My balls remained on fire as I thrust my cock deep inside her wetness once again.
She shuddered even more physically than before, dropping her head as my cock filled every inch. I fucked her long and hard, the physicality of our passion dripping from me in long strings of sweat.
Her moans were interrupted by nervous laughter, the sound vibrating from the force of my actions.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”
Every breath, every moan thrilled me.
Did she have any idea what she was doing to me or how much she’d rattled me to the core?
I fucked her even harder. Skin slapping against skin.
Moans escalating.
Sweat dripping.
Hunger increasing.
We were two wild animals. When she came again, I closed my eyes in a moment of sweet satisfaction. For some strange reason, all I could think about was my need to keep her safe.
My vision was fucked. I had no ability to fully inflate my lungs.
But I still wasn’t done with her.
As she started to come down from the drunken haze of ecstasy, she lowered her face ever so slowly to the bed. “Mmm…”
Her muffled sound only fueled the savage desire lurking in the darkness. I gripped her hip with one hand as I guided the tip of my cock to her dark hole with the other.
She tensed, pushing up from the bed, but there was no cry of retaliation, no pushback. As she’d done before, she arched her back, her now quiet anticipation unlike anything I’d experienced before.
A man like me was never gentle. I took what I wanted. But this time, I slowly pushed my shaft inside. She was even tighter than before, her muscles grasping and pulling me in by another few inches.
Once I was fully seated inside, I rubbed my fingers down her back. I could touch her for hours, allowing my fingers to linger against her skin, but she wasn’t that kind of woman. She didn’t want my touch when not embroiled in passion.
For tonight, she had no choice. As she’d done to me before, I dug my fingertips into her skin, finding just enough to hold her in place while I fucked her ass.
Until her, I’d never thought of the act as being that intimate, used more as a tool of domination and control. But as with everything else, with her the feeling was different.
The need was different.
Hell, I was different.
Yet it was better that she hated me. The alternative was far too dangerous.
I pounded into her, finding a way to control my raging urges for a few minutes, but even that was torture. I needed release. Release from pressure. Release for satisfaction.
And release from the certainty of impending danger.
There was no more holding back. I physically couldn’t do so.
As I erupted deep inside, she mewed her satisfaction.
For the first time since we’d entered into our strangled alliance, I covered her body with mine, easing us both to the bed where I intended to stay.
I kissed her shoulder and minutes later, rolled over on my back. Almost instantly, she curled under the crook of my arm, resting her head on my chest.
I nuzzled her soft hair, staring up at the ceiling. “There’s no way of escaping me, Genevieve. If you vanish, I will find you. I just wanted you to know that.”
Her sigh continued to be one of satisfaction. When she spoke, her words were mere whispers, drowsiness already setting in. “Why should I escape when I have everything I need right here? When I’ve found love?”