Chapter 28
Elodie
Our bodies crash into the wall and Dorian pins me against it, caging me in.
The consuming kiss he gives me sends shivers through my mind, unraveling every thought, and every promise I made to myself about him.
It steals the air from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and senseless. The world narrows to him—his mouth, his touch, and the way my body responds despite everything I know.
God, I shouldn’t be trapped in another mind-blowing mindfuck kiss with my villain.
Have I learned nothing at all?
I spent the week fortifying my mind and trying to rid myself of the feelings I had for him.
Yet here I am. Lost to him all over again.
At least I tried. I think I did. Then he told me he wanted me and all my restraint fizzled into the air.
The kiss turns heavier, deeper, like Dorian isn’t just kissing me anymore. His tongue sweeps over mine, each stroke demanding, like he wants to take everything I have to give.
God, no good can come of this. I know that.
I keep circling the same path like I’ve lost my mind, and I keep falling down the same rabbit hole like a mindless Alice.
But he feels and tastes so, so damn good.
And it’s him. My ruthless, beautiful monster, Dorian Gray.
All the fight I had left is gone.
Stolen, by the breathless kiss that’s filling my body with pleasure.
Dorian groans, then something in him gives completely, unraveling with desperation.
His grip tightens on my hip and he inches away to gaze down at me. “I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs, malice alive in his eyes with the dark promise. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside your pretty pussy, you’ll never forget how badly I want you.”
My stomach bottoms out and before I can process what he said he’s pulling at my dress, trying to get it off me.
The fabric snags but I don’t care. All I want is to feel his hands and his mouth on my body, and be naked and pressed up against him. I want to feel his skin on mine and indulge in the delusion that he could belong to me too.
Dorian has my dress off in seconds, and my bra and panties follow next. The instant I’m naked, he leans down and closes his mouth over my right nipple.
He sucks me in deep, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he can.
I moan into his suckle, yielding to the overpowering pleasure. I weave my fingers into his hair, holding his mouth against my skin.
I already feel so good, but the mere caress of his fingers on the small of my back sends all my nerves into a frenzy.
He moves from one breast to the other, knowing exactly what to do to have me arching into him, craving everything he has to give me.
He’s about to work his way down my stomach, but a sliver of awareness creeps back into my mind and I stop him, gripping onto his shoulder with my fingers.
He seems to think I’m resisting again, but I’m about to clear that up. The other night he stripped me bare while he remained fully clothed. I wanted to see him too—what he looked like naked.
I grab the lapels of his jacket and he catches my meaning straightaway, flashing me a wicked smile.
“You too,” I stutter, barely recognizing my own voice.
“As you wish.”
He goes perfectly still for a moment, allowing me to ease off his jacket and undo the buttons on his shirt. He takes it off and I’m met with the defined, tattooed muscles of his sculpted torso.
Mindlessly, I press my hands against his chest, tracing the definition. Another groan slips from his lips.
My fingers linger by his heart. It’s beating so fast.
Nearly as fast as mine.
Is he as nervous as me?
No. This is Dorian. The man who’s in a class of his own. The man thinks of himself as a god. He doesn’t get nervous.
He catches my hand, reclaiming control. And confirming my thoughts.
Then he undoes his belt and pushes his pants and boxers down his legs.
His huge, thick cock juts free and my eyes go wide. It’s the biggest and thickest I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t worry,” he says, leaning in to brush his nose against mine. “I’ll go slow, little Lamb.”
The delicious promise leaves my head spinning with anticipation. And it hits me—this is actually happening. Right here in the bridal suite.
I’m certain most newlyweds make it home first, but us—the contracted couple—we won’t.
Dorian finishes taking off his pants and shoes, then he reaches for me again. He turns me to face the wall and spreads my legs wide. I glance over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.
He pushes me down and then his tongue is licking against my pussy, running long strokes against my clit. I moan out loud, my fingers pressing into the wall, desperately seeking purchase against the flat surface.
Hot bursts of pleasure spiral through my nerves leaving my body quivering.
He makes a sound like he’s tasting the sweetest thing on earth. “You’re so wet and pretty here,” he groans, stroking my folds. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”
I look back at him just as he straightens, and catch a glimpse of him gripping his cock and fisting himself. Pre-cum beads at the tip of the head. The sight sends arousal crashing through me again.
How many times have I imagined him like this? How many years. There were too many to count. I almost believe I wanted him so badly, this moment is all in my mind.
Suddenly he grabs my hips, reminding me he’s real. Once more I’m turned back to the wall. My eyes meet the silk patterns on the wallpaper and I brace myself, my muscles quivering.
Then I feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance.
It’s been so long since I had sex—years. I almost forget how this part is supposed to feel, but Dorian would feel different. I’ve never been with anybody like him.
He plunges deep inside me, his massive cock hitting my G-spot with such a powerful force my entire body buckles.
He holds me up, steadying me as he pushes deeper, slowly filling me up.
I cry out. I don’t think I can take anymore. But I contract around him, my body craving him.
One hand strokes my back then wanders to my breast, rolling my nipple until it’s tight again. Then he starts moving inside me, in and out, in a slow delicious rhythm.
It’s too much for me. I’m so tight and aroused, I come straight away. Sweet pleasure explodes inside me, flowing through my veins like an unrelenting river in a storm.
“Oh, God…Dorian,” I cry, letting my head fall as stars speckle my vision.
“Fucking hell, little lamb,” Dorian groans, as my walls quiver around his length. “You’re going to fucking ruin me.”
Oh God. I don’t think I’ll ever forget those words.
He speeds up, going faster and faster. Then his thrusts become harder, each one filled with raw possession.
He starts fucking me and my body relishes the pleasure of just having his cock inside me.
Waves of pleasure ripple through me in a wild, glorious sensation, and all I can do is grip against the wall to stop my soul from leaving my body.
My orgasm rises again, hot and consuming, like lava in an active volcano.
Every thrust of his cock has me reeling.
The tension builds, about to detonate. But then he just stops and the suddenness throws me out.
He pulls out of me, leaving me empty and greedy for more.
I’m on the edge. I need to come. If I don’t, I’ll go insane.
“Please don’t stop,” I whimper, slumping against the wall. I pray he hasn’t had one of his epiphanies and decided this was a bad idea.
He pulls me closer, his grip almost painful. Then his lips are at my ear. “I have no intention of stopping, little Lamb. I plan to be balls deep in your pussy all fucking night.” He growls in my ear, then flips me to face him. “I just want to see your face while I fuck you.”
My breath goes short and my brain short circuits. But he doesn’t give me a chance to recover from his crass words. He lifts my leg and plunges into me again, then guides me so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
Like this, we’re almost eye to eye, and this position is far more intimate than before. Because I can see his face too.
Those piercing blue eyes gaze back at me, sharper than ever. Then he pins me against the wall and fucks me hard.
The world moves as his cock pounds into me, leaving me spiraling and I come again, crying out from another dose of intense pleasure.
It takes over my mind, then that’s all I feel. Pleasure, and the ruthless touch of my Dorian Gray.
He fucks me harder, his grunts rumbling deep in his chest.
I come once more, then he does too.
His hot cum fills me, warming me from inside out. The combination of him and the fire in my veins leaves me as delirious as an addict getting their favorite fix.
Our breathing comes in short, shallow rasps.
I close my eyes and savor the last spark of pleasure working its way through my core.
Dorian holds me there, and as the haze clears from my mind I wonder what will happen next.
He said all night. Did he mean it?
Do I want that?
It’s bad enough to make a mistake once. But to do it twice in the same night…
Or all night. That says something different about me.
But I can’t even contemplate walking away. Leaving feels like the antithesis of what I want.
What about him?
Does he still want me?
A tiny knock sounds at the door and my eyes fly open.
Instantly I remember where we are.
And what we just did here.
“Who is it?” Dorian answers, his voice edged with displeasure.
“Apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Vale. Your car is ready.” It’s the usher. The sweet little lady who helped me get ready this morning.
The moment I hear the apology and the tentativeness of her tone, I realize she must have heard us and died a thousand times.
Shit, of all the things that could happen now.
“Tell my driver to leave the keys with one of my brothers,” Dorian answers, but he’s still looking right at me. “My wife and I will make our way home when we’re ready.”
When his cock hardens inside me, I remember he’s still there.
Then I register three things in quick succession.
One, he said when we’re ready.
Two, the way he called me his wife.
Three, he’s moving inside me again.