Page 52 of Reluctantly His

Her mouth opened on a gasp. “Hey! I’m not that spoiled. I mean, sure, I’m used to certain levels of luxury, but I’ve always been grateful and?—”

I laughed as I kissed the tip of her nose. “I was wrong because you were even sweeter, kinder and more beautiful than I imagined. And when you play the cello, it’s like the best of humanity is calling out to me, past all the ugly memories of war-torn devastation.”

Her cool hand came up to cup my cheek. “Oh, Reid.”

I turned my head and kissed the center of her palm. “Ignore me. I’m rambling because I’m a little drunk, but that doesn’t mean what I’m saying isn’t true.”

She bit her lip. “This isn’t fair. You shouldn’t be saying such things to me. It’s… it’s too late.”

“I don’t believe that. Tell me you don’t want me, princess,” I said, the name not coming out with its usual venom. At some point, ‘princess’ had gone from an insult to a term of endearment. “Tell me to get dressed and leave and never come back.”

“I can’t,” she breathed, still staring at my cock.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Even though a sober voice screamed in the back of my mind that I was making a selfish, brutish mistake that would only hurt her in the end, I didn’t care. I was beyond caring. Tonight was my breaking point.

“Good girl,” I said as I climbed further onto the bed and sealed my mouth over hers.

For a long moment, I just kissed her, loving how her body melted against mine, her fingers going to my shoulder and pulling me in closer as I devoured her lips. She tasted so sweet. She was so soft under my fingers.

Without breaking the kiss, I pulled the duvet down and climbed beneath the covers with her. She was so warm, the bed so comfortable and inviting, I never wanted to leave. I would have been perfectly content spending the rest of my life in that bed, between her thighs.

She was wearing a gorgeous light pink nightgown trimmed in black lace.

It was expensive and beautiful… up until the moment I ripped it from her body.

I had seen enough of her to know she was stunning, but nothing could have prepared me for the body she kept hidden under all those old-fashioned prim and proper dresses.

The dress she had on earlier showed off her curves, but in an unnatural, stiff way that clearly had made her uncomfortable.

The clothes she usually wore were conservative, lady-like, almost dainty. They managed to conceal a body that looked like it would have been better suited to a super model.

“Fuck, princess,” I said, looking down at her before sweeping my hands from her shoulders to her full breasts. “God, I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

I let out a territorial growl before kissing down her neck to her ample chest.

“You can’t,” she said.

“Yes, I can,” I said between flicks of my tongue over her nipples. I loved the way she responded to me, little goose bumps pebbling her taut skin. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long, I won’t stop until you come on my cock. Twice.”

My hand moved between us to caress her pussy. “Tonight, I’m going to make sure you see God before I fill your sweet little cunt with my seed.”

She arched under me, her hands on my shoulders and her hips subtly grinding against me, begging me to get her ready for me.

“No, you can’t. We can’t… do this.”

“Excuse me?” I said, looking down at her as I braced my forearms on either side of her head. “Don’t you dare deny me again. Not now. Not after what I witnessed tonight.”

“It’s not about that. I’ve just never…” Her words trailed off.

“You’ve never what, princess? Been with a guy like me? Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you’re wet enough to take my cock.”

“I’ve never been with anybody,” she blurted out with a gasp as my lips circled her nipple.

“What did you just say?” I sat up so I could see her face in the moonlight that spilled through the gauzy curtains covering her bay windows.

“I’ve never been with anyone. I… I want to, I want to be with you, but I can’t be shamed like that on my wedding night.” Her eyes started to fill with tears while hot rage swirled in my gut.

“Are you saying that pompous ass, the one who was sitting at that fucking table, that man who’s never known a day’s work in his fucking life, will be the only one to ever be inside you?”

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