Chapter 8 #4
Everything in me pleads to continue, shoving me further under his lustful fog, and my nipples peek through my dress when his voice drops a few octaves while his hands land on my hips, lifting the hem of my dress and kneading my bare ass cheeks hard.
The pain mixes with joy. Traveling all over me, it’s almost too hot to bear, and his touch is a brand in itself.
“Ah, my innocent little thing. You want it but don’t know how to ask for it.
” He flicks his tongue over my lips before sucking on the lower one, and my nails cut into his shoulder as I sway toward him, allowing him to drive harder into me, and another whimper escapes me.
He strokes his splayed hand down my ass until he shifts it to the side and covers me, the heat of his palm making me more wet.
His middle finger glides up and down my core, slipping inside while the heel of his palm presses on me.
He smiles as I moan and scrapes his teeth over my chin.
“Poor little thing. Your pussy is dripping under all this silk and lace, covering what’s mine.
” He moves back, both of his hands skimming down and grabbing my thighs, hiking me up, and placing me on the table.
Several plates and glasses drop on the floor where they smash loudly, all the while the wind outside intensifies.
I should be mortified that the staff would hear us, or worse, walk in on us engaged in risqué behavior that would make Matilda clutch her pearls for sure.
It’s impossible to care about them as he creates a protective cocoon around me, where his too hypnotizing gaze promises me all kinds of wicked things and whispers for me to let my guard down, for the rewards might shatter the world as I know it.
He thrusts again, and my legs circle him as my fingers thread in his hair, bringing him closer to me.
Our lips brush against each other’s when he speaks up.
His crude words should be forbidden as they intensify the heat in my core, while the sensual images he generates in my head hint at the gratification I’ve only read about in books.
Even if they have heartbreak written all over it.
“You’ve been neglected for far too long, my beautiful wife. It ends now. Your husband is here.”
Husband.
The title has a certain ownership to it that puts my claim on this hot, majestic man who makes me burn. According to our marriage contract, Orion belongs to me until I no longer wear his ring.
He’s mine and no one else’s, and I hate the thought of any woman even thinking she can have him. The thought is so unsettling, anger washes over me, and my nails stab into his neck, earning me an amused groan.
And that’s when I realize I must have spoken the words out loud!
He wraps his hand around my throat, tipping my chin up, and his thumb presses on it until my lips open. “No need to be this territorial, Wife. You’re the only one who wears my ring.”
He swallows all my protests with his mouth, locking us in a deep and addictive kiss as his tongue roams inside me, exploring newfound territory and leaving his marks all over as if warning anyone to stay away from it.
The possessiveness practically drips from each lick and flick of his tongue against mine, slowly entangling us in a passionate embrace.
We both groan when he presses into me further, his hands moving to the back of my head before one tangles in my hair, and tugs at it, making me arch my back.
The better angle allows him to deepen the kiss as he owns my mouth completely and ruins me for anyone else.
We break off the kiss, both staring at one another, breathing heavily as he lifts my dress up my thighs until my bare skin connects with the cold wood, and my panties are exposed to his view.
“Ah, you’re soaked, darling.” Pulling at my hair harshly, he skims his lips up and down my neck before sucking hard on the flesh, drawing on the skin, and leaving hickeys for everyone to see.
And they would know I drove my husband crazy, and no one would dare question the validity of our marriage.
Some have already tried. Various online posts wonder how a little nobody like me, according to them, managed to snatch such a catch—the bachelor of the year, as they all call him. Even if they fear him and refer to him as the beast themselves, which inspires a different kind of rage in me.
None of these feelings makes sense to me, and I decide to explore them later. The only thing I can focus on right now is the thrill rushing down my spine in waves and demanding a release.
“Orion,” I whisper, my thighs flexing around him. His scent surrounds me, washing all my worries away, including the one where anyone could walk in on us at any moment.
Nothing else matters but him.
He captures my mouth in yet another hot kiss that reminds me again that I should run away. Because if he has the power to make my body soar with a kiss alone, what would happen when we go further?
I might be inexperienced, but even I know that such kisses lead to addictions that are hard and impossible to break.
Every woman deserves to experience what it is like to be kissed by Orion Wright because it would be a kiss she’d never forget, and I hate the thought.
Apparently, rationality has left the chat where I’m concerned, and I’m irrationally jealous all over again. Without thinking, I bite his lip before ripping my mouth away and gulping for much-needed oxygen.
My eyes widen at the sight of blood on his lip that he swipes away with a lick, hissing through his teeth, his green orbs darkening even more and filling with a hunger I do not understand yet crave badly.
“Ah, darling. Marking me already?” He smirks.
“Little huntress is very territorial, isn’t she? ”
The idea shouldn’t bring me joy, but it does, and that makes me even madder. Orion’s amusement only spikes my anger higher, which in turn urges me to bite him again, harder this time.
“We’ll explore your little vindictive desires some other time, darling.
You’re too worked up to handle them now.
” He presses a kiss to my shoulder and threads his fingers in my hair again, tilting my head until I have no choice but to maneuver my hands behind me.
The action causes my back to curve a little, giving him more room to roam.
He kisses my neck, skating lower to my collarbone, and my fingers curl on the table.
I gasp when he drags his tongue around my puckered nipple covered by the silky dress, the wet imprint almost unbearable against my sensitive skin.
My core dampens as a hot flush zips through me.
My legs tighten around him, pressing against him harder to chase the friction.
Moving his splayed palm to my back, he slowly pulls the zipper, and the dress slips to my stomach, baring my breasts.
He grunts, circling his finger over them one at a time as they harden under the action and feel impossibly heavy.
“Darling, it’s a crime to hide these away.
” I hiss when he pinches my nipples, panting at the pain and growing hotter at the possessive glint in his eye.
“Nobody else is going to see them. You’re my wife. You belong only to me.”
While the statement is confusing and thrilling at the same time, I have no time to dwell on it as my yelp echoes in the night when he sends me flying, and I end up flat on my back, gulping for air and gazing at the gorgeous ceiling.
I’m grateful that most of the food is on the other end of the table.
“Let me introduce myself properly to this delectable body of yours, darling. We’re going to be well acquainted from now on.”
A moan rumbles in my throat when the air nips at my exposed nipples until they become pointed peaks. Orion slowly rubs his stubble over them, making them prickle, and the heat inside me grows, shooting arrows of desire straight to my center.
Putting my hands on the table, I know I should feel ashamed or shy, as I’ve never been this exposed to a man before. Instead, all I can focus on is chasing the anticipation fueling my blood and urging me to seek a pleasure only my new husband seems to be able to give me.
He circles my nipple before drawing it in his mouth, lavishing it with attention. The outside world slowly ceases to exist around me as pleasure pushes me to an edge, promising me all kinds of things if only I trust it.
“Orion,” I say, my fingers sliding on the wood as I arch my back, seeing him and sighing in relief when he shifts to my other breasts to repeat his action.
“It’s too much.” I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or continue.
This restlessness growing within me is unlike any other feeling I’ve experienced before.
He chuckles, the vibration adding sensations to his touch as he slowly pulls back and catches my eye. “Ah, my innocent wife. You like it?” I nod, too far gone at this point. “I think you’ll like something else more.”
He moves lower, his chin gliding over my silk-covered stomach and leaving open-mouth kisses on his way, driving me mad and intensifying the scorching heat zipping through me in powerful waves that cause a storm within me.
“Good girl,” he praises as I lift my hips and allow him to hike up my dress even more, opening myself up to his hungry gaze.
The cloth disturbs my heated skin, and everything in me finds it almost offensive, as it keeps me from fully experiencing his touch.
The light streaming from the chandelier above us makes me dizzy, and I close my eyes when I feel his hot breath against my center.
My hips jerk up, but he places his forearm on my stomach, keeping me still for whatever he plans to do next.