Page 86 of The Unplanned Wedding

“Satisfied and happy, and craving more. I’m not scared of what you can do to me. I want what you can do to me. I want you with every inch of my body. I want your fingers on me, your tongue in my mouth, your cock inside me, your invasion of every hole in my body, Sir.”

I want him to realize I’m ready for him. I've been ready for him since I walked into his office and saw him as one with the shadows in his office. I've wanted to feel the intensity of his fucking since I looked at his scarred features and knew my world had changed. I know I’ve gotten through to him when he draws in a sharp breath. I know I've said the right thing when a vein pops at his temple. The intensity of his blue gaze makes me feel like I’m on show. Only for his gaze.

I put up my hair after my bath. Now, I pull the first pin from my messy bun. A strand of hair unfurls down to my shoulder.

His jaw tightens.

Then I pull out the second and third, and each time, another thick coil of hair unwinds and falls down to frame my neck. When I’m done, my hair hangs in a heavy curtain around my face.

The expression on his face is even more inscrutable, but his breathing is definitely shallow. It gives me the courage to turn around and present him with my back.

"Will you unzip me?" I clear my throat.

His fingers touch the nape of my neck, and the hair on my forearms rises. This is it. There’s no turning back after this. I should feel scared perhaps, but instead, there’s only a sense of anticipation. He's my husband. And I’ve wanted him from the moment I saw him. And this is my wedding night. And it feels right that he’s the man who’s going to take my virginity. The r-r-ripping sound of the seams of the zipper parting fills the air. Andwhen his fingertips brush up against the skin of my back, my toes curl. One side of my dress falls down my arm. The curve of my shoulder is exposed to the night air and while the outdoor heaters have warmed the air sufficiently, I can’t stop the shiver that oscillates through me.

"You’re cold?" His voice is low and hard, and oh my god, I could come from that dark timbre of his tone, surely. That’s how close I am to going off, and he hasn’t even begun to touch me.

"I’m fine." I shrug my other shoulder and the sleeve of my dress whispers down my arm. I begin to pull it off, but he stops me with a touch on my back. He holds me in place, and when he pushes aside my hair and presses a kiss to the small of my back, his touch is so tender, I shiver. He slides his hand around and flattens his big palm over my stomach. I’ve never had a flat tummy. Comes from having a plus-size figure. I always felt awkward about it with the couple of men I dated. But with Knox—from the beginning—I’ve felt small and delicate next to his much taller and broader size.

He slides his hand down to cup my pussy through my panties, and a moan slips from my mouth. He rubs his heel over my already wet pussy, and I gasp. "Knox, please."

In answer, he slips his fingers under the gusset of my panties, and when he brushes my slit, goosebumps pepper my skin. "You’re so fucking responsive," he rumbles.

I try to turn to look at him, but he curls the fingers of his other hand around the nape of my neck and stops me. He releases his hold on my pussy and pushes the dishes out of the way.

What is he doing?

Before I can ask, he applies enough pressure that I find myself bending over the table. I push my cheek onto the surface. He kicks my legs apart, and there’s a tearing sound as the dress splits up one side.

"My dress," I cry.

"I’ll get you an entire closet full of them."

"But this one reminded me of my wedding dress," I protest.

"And I am your husband; that supersedes everything else."

The authority in his voice, once again, pushes all other thoughts frommy head. I want to protest and tell him that buying me a new dress is not the same as wearing this one. But the words get lost somewhere between my brain and my mouth.

He must read my mind, for he bends over and places his mouth next to my ear. "I’ll get this one mended for you, I promise." He licks around the shell of my ear, and I shiver. And when he bites down on my earlobe, the pain ignites an explosion that rolls over me like a gentle swell after the rain. The climax shudders through me like the tide coming in.

I come down from the orgasm to find he’s looking at me with something like awe. "Did you orgasm?"

I blush. "Maybe…"

"It was beautiful," his voice is sincere, almost worshipful, and for some reason, that embarrasses me even more.

I squeeze my eyes shut. "I don’t know what to say."

"Say nothing, just enjoy the first of many climaxes I intend to give you." Another hard kiss to the side of my mouth, then he rips my dress all the way down.

I wince at the sound, then cry as he tears off my panties. Bent over like this, I’m aware my large butt must be right in his face. It’s stupid, but I can’t stop myself from trying to cover my backside with my hand. Only, he grabs my wrist and wrenches my arm up and over my head. He does the same with the other arm, and suddenly, I’m pinned down. I’m at his disposal. At his pleasure. A keening need twists up from my belly. My knees grow weak. Good thing, I’m already bent over so the table can support me.

"So fucking gorgeous." He traces the cleavage between my arse cheeks, and I shudder. And when he slips two fingers inside me, my eyes roll back in my head. He begins to weave his fingers in and out of me, again and again. To my alarm, a familiar emptiness yawns in my core. It’s like he’s re-opening that black hole inside of me, the one that formed when I orgasmed for the first time.

He picks up the pace, and when he stuffs a third finger inside me, I groan. I feel full and stretched, and yet, I already know I need more. "More, Knox. Please," I manage to choke out. My voice sounds needy and whiny, and when he twists his fingers inside of me to hit a spot deep inside that I never knew existed, my pussy clamps down on his digits. This time,the wave rises up from toes, up my thighs, and curls around my core, before it grows larger and lighter, and bursts up my spine. I shudder and grab onto his hand with both of mine as my orgasm fills me. And when he pulls his fingers out, the sensations fade, leaving me empty and almost fulfilled, but still very needy inside.

Then I’m being pulled up, and he swings me up in his arms.

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