Page 17 of Whispers of My Skin

“What we want? You sure you really want to learn about the ‘expectations’ of a man like me?” he scoffs.

“Of course,” I whisper in a trembling voice.

In the blink of an eye, I’m forced down onto the stairs, caged in by Joel’s strong arms. He kisses me passionately, savagely, forcing my mouth open as he snakes his tongue between my lips. He doesn’t give me time to think, or even breathe, but I don’t care. I’m powerless to resist. Why would I want to, anyway? I’ve never felt so alive. I whimper as his lips work their way down my neck, while his hands seek the edge of my dress. As his fingers run over the thin layers of my silk and lace wedding lingerie, my skin aches to surrender to him.

Right now, right here in the darkness, on the stairs of our house.

Joel falls to his knees in front of me and slides down my lace panties, then kisses his way up the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. As he reaches my most intimate parts, and starts using his tongue and mouth to create the most intense feelings I’ve ever experienced, I can only close my eyes and let myself be carried away, driven by ecstasy, flying higher and higher. Then he takes things up another notch by slipping one finger inside me, then another… But each time I’m about to tip over the edge into my climax, Joel pulls back, and eventually it dawns on me that he has me exactly where he wants me. He’s exacting his revenge by controlling my pleasure. But maybe this is just his idea of extended foreplay—after all, we’ve not even made it upstairs yet.

“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” I suggest breathlessly when he finally pauses for a second.

“Why would you think we need to move?”

“Well, it’s our wedding night, so I assumed... I thought…” I falter.

“Let me clarify something for you, Tara. You asked about expectations, correct?”

“Well, yes ...” I murmur.

“Since you accepted that you married an animal—a donkey, wasn’t it—then you should also accept that rutting animals have no need for niceties like beds.”

My jaw drops at Joel’s shocking words, and I fervently wish I could explain why I said those stupid things, but I can see he’s in no mood to listen.

“So, my darlin’ wife, you better get used to being married to an animal. And since that’s what you’re expecting, I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations—wouldn’t want to disappoint. But in future I suggest you be more careful what you wish for, knowing you might just get it.”

Before I can respond, Joel’s striding off, leaving me alone, confused and very frustrated since he never actually got me off.

When he slams the door behind him, I wonder if I’ve made a huge mistake. What in the hell kind of mess have I gotten myself into?

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