Page 47 of Reluctant Surrender

I swept my gaze over her body. “How hard is it to get out of that thing? I’m not opposed to ripping it off.”

She brought her arms up to protect herself. “Don’t you dare!”

“Then I suggest you turn around and let me get you out of it quickly.” I stroked my hard length through my trousers. “Because I’m not waiting much longer to sink into your hot pussy.”

Again, my vulgarity sent a fevered blush up her neck and over her cheeks. I grabbed hold of her shoulders when she remained gawking at me with a level of surprise she had no right to have at this point in our relationship, and I spun her away from me. I unbuttoned the small pearl button at the very top of the dress, which unleashed the zipper tag. She was pieced together like a puzzle. Once the zipper came down all the way, the rest of the dress easily slid off her shoulders and puddled at her feet.

Beneath the dress she wore a pair of white satin panties that hugged her curves and no bra. She looked over her shoulder at me when I lightly caressed her bare back.

“The dress has a bra fixed into it,” she explained. I flicked my gaze up to hers. How easily she knew what I was thinking just by my touch.

I reached around her body, pulling her to me in the process, and slid my hand inside the front of her panties. A thin trail of curls led me to the sweet wetness between her thighs. She sighed, leaning her head back into my chest, when my fingers played over her clit and sank further down.

“Is your pussy wet for me already?” I whispered into her ear.

“Probably.” Her honesty surprised me a little.

“Well, let’s see. Slip your hand into your panties, show me.” I removed my hand to give her room and held her hips.

“Lukas.”

“Do you want your first punishment as my wife to be on our wedding day?” I asked, brushing my lips over her cheek. A part of me, the dark part, wanted her to disobey me. Laying my belt across her creamy ass before sinking my cock between her thighs and proving to her once again I owned her would be the perfect beginning to our marriage.

Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks when she closed her eyes. I rested my chin on her shoulder, watching as she slid her polished fingertips beneath the white satin fabric of her panties and went even further down.

“Go on, touch your clit for me, angel. Make it feel good,” I ordered, biting my own lip to keep myself under control.

She let out a heavy sigh, sending her fingers even further down, between her legs. “Fuck,” she whispered, but I was sure I wasn’t meant to hear it.

“Are you wet?” I asked, grabbing hold of her wrist to keep her from retreating too soon.

“Yes.”

“Show me.” I let go of her wrist. Maggie pulled her hand out of her panties and brought her hand up in the air for me to see. Pussy juice glistened on her fingertips. I wrapped my hand around her wrist and brought her wet fingers to her mouth. “Now clean yourself off, you dirty girl.”

She moaned but obeyed. Her delicate pink tongue licked her fingers clean. Fucking hell, if I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d come in my pants.

“Such a good girl.” I let go of her wrist and snagged the elastic of her panties. With one rip down the middle, I tore the material into shreds and pulled the garment from her body.

“Lukas!” She tried to step away, but I wrapped my arm around her waist.

“I’ll buy you another pair.” I hoisted her up and carried her to the bed, tossing her into the middle. By the time she scrambled around onto her ass to look up at me, I had my shirt off and my pants tossed to the side with my boxers.

Her bottom lip disappeared into her mouth, between her teeth as she eyed me. Like prey about to be slaughtered. I climbed onto the bed, snapping her knees open.

“Use your fingers again, angel,” I ordered just before I plowed balls deep into my wife.

My hunger for her was insatiable. Every inch of her body deserved to be caressed, kissed, licked, devoured and even though I had the rest of my life to reach it all, I wanted it that moment. Her hand worked between our bodies as she played with her clit like the good girl she could be for me. Only me. I’d seen Maggie scare men with only a look, but for me she softened and bent. And it made me harder than ever, each time I witnessed it.

I pushed harder into her, kissing the tender spot right behind her ear. It was a hot button for her, and the moment my tongue swept across it she moaned. Her teeth sank into my shoulder at the same time her free hand dug into my bare back.

“Lukas,” she breathed. “Fuuuck, Lucas,” she groaned.

I kissed her cheek, then her lips. “Harder?” I teased her mouth with a soft kiss.

“Yes.” She nodded and bucked her hips up at me. I couldn’t imagine going easy with her, she’d never allow it.

Thrusting forward into her hot, tight pussy, I heard the headboard hit the wall. I didn’t give a fuck if it broke. I didn’t let up.

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