Page 98 of Seizing Control: Part One

He looms over me with love in his eyes and a promise on his lips. “This is gonna be fast, and it’s gonna be messy. I’m not gonna undress you. I’m not gonna come close to takin’ my fill of your perfect body, but I am gonna make you mine.” A shudder runs the length of my spine when he traces the letter “S” on the centre of my panties with his fingertip. “You’re walkin’ up that aisle with my cum runnin’ down your leg. When we pledge ourselves to each other for the Trinity’s amusement, we’ll smile at each other and play the game, because that’s all it is.”

“Carter. This is—” My hips buck as he pinches my clit, then soothes the ache with his thumb. “This is?—”

“Exactly what we need. This is our ritual—our secret. We married in private, duchess, and we’ll seal our union in private, too.” My panties are moved to the side, then Slash pushes his middle finger into my body. His intrusion makes me tremble, reminds me that I haven’t been touched like this for too long. While he slides his finger in and out, he works my clit with his thumb. “Everythin’ they get is for show. This is ours.”

He keeps his rhythm steady, working me toward a frenzy as he curls his body over mine so he can claim my mouth. We kiss hard, breathe each other in, taste the sin and submission on offer as the explosive desire between us finally finds an outlet. I cup his nape to deepen our kiss. I tangle my tongue with Slash’s while I knot my fingers through his hair. Tugging and pulling, I scratch my nails over his scalp, then repeat those actions when he shudders above me.

All the while, the big man works my clit with precision.

Soft and hard.

Slow circles that pick up pace as I become more vocal in my pleasure.

He pumps his hand at the perfect speed, adding another finger when my body relaxes to accommodate him. I clamp my thighs around his hips, needing something solid to hold on to when my orgasm peaks and I suddenly tumble over the edge into an abyss filled with ecstasy.

Slash swallows my cries of pleasure like he’s a dying man being given a final meal.

I clutch him tight, battling aftershocks as I try to catch my breath.

“Holy hell,” I whisper.

Grinning, he makes a quick job out of shucking his jacket and dress shirt. I greedily survey his tanned skin, appreciating the definition in his torso, tracing the lines of his abs with my eyes, allowing myself to acknowledge what I’ve always known. “No man should be as beautiful as you are.”

My husband lowers himself over me again.

Hand on either side of my head, he visibly preens as I run my hands over his bare skin. “All the beauty in this room belongs to you. You are stunning. Inside and out.” Blushing deep, I sigh when he takes another taste of my mouth, then circles his fingers around my throat and squeezes. “Hold on, duchess. I wanna taste you before I claim you.”

I’m pinned in place, wrists held to my stomach, as he presses his face between my legs. My sensitive nub is lightly sucked, my channel flutters as he licks a path along my inner thighs and tastes every inch of my skin. I whimper when Slash nips at my sensitive flesh, no doubt marking me. When I become aware that he’s deliberately avoiding my clit, the neediness in me blazes into a wildfire. I buck my hips, attempting to work him closer to the bundle of nerves that control my pleasure. He rewards me with a quick nibble, then he swipes his tongue along my slit. Groaning, he tastes me a second time. I arch my back, desperate for him to spear me with his talented tongue.

He continues to tease me with feather light touches.

A pinch or two.

Laves of his tongue that push me to the brink.

“Carter, oh... fuck.”

As my orgasm starts, my thighs shaking as my core tightens, Slash pushes his tongue into me. I detonate, my climax kicking up a notch when he seesaws his teeth over my clit, then tongue fucks me. Head thrown back, I’m lost to the waves of ecstasy crashing through me, so I initially miss the change in his position. Finding myself with my hands held above my head, I feel the head of Slash’s cock nudge my entrance, his piercings adding an exquisite ache to my desire, a heartbeat before he pushes inside of me.

“Oh, God... I can’t. It’s too...”

His length fills me to the point of pain.

Each barb in his Jacob’s ladder offers exquisite torture.

Above me, Slash freezes.

I pant fast, unable to catch my breath while my body adjusts to his intrusion.

When I squirm beneath him, he groans, “Fuckin’ hell, duchess. I can’t move.”

Our gazes locked, mutually captive to the significance of what we’ve just done. Slash is wide-eyed, disbelieving, almost awed. I can read his expression clearly because it mirrors mine. In the depths of his eyes, I witness him reach the same conclusion I have. We love each other. Totally. Completely. But we’re also not whole without Venom.

While I embrace that fact, Slash rejects it.

Shutters come down over his emotions.

He hides his thoughts from me, choosing to focus on the physical consummation of our love instead of the sentimentality it’s exposed.

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