Chapter Nine #3
it. I’ll crave it. But I hold my tongue, knowing he doesn’t welcome that part
of me.
Then I’m not thinking at all as his hand trails back down,
and he starts to rub circles around my clitoris.
“Tell me you want me,” he orders.
My body tightens at the masculine will in his voice. “I want
you. Please.”
“Yes, wife, I will please you,” he promises as he disappears
under the blankets. He forces my legs apart, spreading me wide and placing
himself between my thighs.
When his tongue replaces his fingers on my clit, I fight
hard not to scream. His tongue slides all over my pussy, lapping and sucking
and nibbling. He eats my pussy like he’s enjoying a rich dessert. I hold my
hands tight over my head and pretend he’s tied my ankles down, too. I imagine
that I’m completely at his mercy, and he has none. He licks from my clit to my
pussy then plunges his tongue in. He moans as though he loves my taste and
can’t get enough of me. He fucks me with his tongue. I press against him as he
firmly strokes my clit with his thumb. I go flying, keeping my mind open so
that I know he can feel my orgasm.
He rears up, the blanket he pulled over us falling to the
side. He gets on his knees and purposefully slides his cock over my soaking
pussy, moistening it. He pulls down on my hips, slamming me onto his pulsating
cock.
I nearly scream. It feels so good to be impaled on him.
Nothing in my life feels as good as Beck ramming his cock into my pussy. He
looks down at me with stark eyes. His face is savage in the fire’s glow, and
though I just came, I feel it build again as he pounds into me.
He’s so big inside me. I feel like I might split in two, but
it’s a good pain. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to tempt him deeper.
I haven’t taken all of him yet. He stares down at the place where his cock
meets my pussy.
“It’s beautiful,” he mutters as he watches himself fuck me.
“You’re beautiful.”
I feel beautiful. I let my hands trail down his strong back
to his muscular buttocks and sink my nails in lightly. I want all of him.
“You open up for me.” He spreads my legs further and shoves
that last inch in.
I’ve never been so full. This is connection. This is what
I’ve been missing all of my life.
He leans forward so his pelvic bone grinds against my
clitoris as he swivels his hips and pants. His long, dark hair flows all around
me. It tickles my skin, making me feel like he’s touching me in a hundred
spots. Then only one spot matters as he pushes himself deep.
This time I don’t hold back my moans. I groan as he stiffens
above me. I can feel his cock pulsing deep inside. The orgasm rolls across my
body, leaving me trembling as he falls forward against me.
I wrap my arms around him and feel his heart beating against
my breast. He nuzzles my neck. His cock is still inside me, and if I could
sleep this way, I would. He’s everywhere, all around me. I’ve never felt so
safe.
He rolls off me, and a wave of disappointment floods in.
It’s coming from him.
“I lost my head at the end.” He speaks through clenched
teeth. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I know I keep saying that, but I mean
it. Did I hurt you?”
I turn my back to him, so he can’t see my face.
“I liked it,” I say hollowly. At least I had until he opened
his damn mouth again. “I’m not some fragile thing. I won’t break. I liked it,
especially at the end.”
He sighs and puts a hand on my hip. “No, you didn’t. You’re
just trying to be a good wife. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Sure.” I’m not going to argue with him. I’m not going to
point out that he’s telling me I’m lying about how I feel. It doesn’t matter.
There’s not going to be a next time. The sex is incredible,
but it’s not worth the way he makes me feel afterward. I think what we shared
is beautiful, and he keeps making it something to be ashamed of.
He pulls me close, wrapping his thick arms around my body.
He throws a leg over mine. I find myself thoroughly trapped in his embrace.
Moments ago I imagined this as the sexiest thing I can think of, but then he
opened his mouth.
I try to pull away.
“Stay still,” he orders quietly. “It’s cold. I’ll keep you
warm.”
“And if I don’t want to be warm?” I squirm against him.
“Then I’ll keep you warm anyway,” he says, his voice rough
with command.
He’s so frustrating. He’s the essence of the dominant
partner. It’s in everything he does. Why does he deny it? I settle down.
There’s no way I’m getting away from him tonight. He sets his face against the
nape of my neck. His warmth is so sweet. I find myself pulled in again.
I’m leaving in the morning. Earlier he explained that he’s
going to get up at dawn and find some breakfast for us. While he’s hunting,
I’ll leave. Dante’s wrong. It’s not up to me to train Beck. It’s not up to me
to teach him that it isn’t wrong to love the way he wants to. He won’t listen,
and I’ll end up hating him and myself.
So I’ll leave, and he can find a more proper bondmate.
“Good night, love,” he whispers in my ear.
I’m silent because good night means good-bye, and I can’t
bring myself to say the words.