Page 87 of The Unplanned Wedding

"Where are you taking me?"

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Knox

"I’m going to fuck you, wife."

She wants me in all my kinky glory. In fact, she’s wanted the unvarnished side of me from the beginning. She wants me as I am, proclivities and all. But I chose not to believe her. I chose not to accept her at face value. I was second guessing her. I was doing her a disservice. She deserves nothing less than my total belief in her. She deserves the maximum amount of pleasure I can give her.

She looks up at me from under heavy eyelashes. Her lips part. With her flushed cheeks and her thick hair mussed up around her face, she looks incredibly gorgeous. A siren who’s bewitched me and who I can’t stop wanting to bend to my will. I don’t want to break her anymore; I enjoy and appreciate her sass too much for that. I simply want the privilege of making her mine. Perhaps, I subconsciously guessed she was a virgin, which is why I held back until our wedding night to make love to her. Old fashioned, maybe. And not how I viewed myself. But since she came intomy life, so many preconceived notions of myself have gone out the window. All that’s left is a man who is in thrall to his wife.

I place her on her feet at the foot of the bed, then peel off her dress. She steps out of it, and I drape it over a nearby chair. I walk over to the nightstand and flick on the bedside lamp. When I turn, it’s to find she’s covering her breasts with her arm.

I click my tongue. "Let me see you."

She tucks her elbows into her sides and allows me the honor of raking my gaze down her luscious breasts, her flared hips, the roll of her stomach, her thick thighs, which I can’t wait to mark.

"Part your legs," I order.

When she obliges, I stare at the wetness that clings to her inner thighs.

The flush extends down her chest, and she shivers.

"Are you scared?" I walk over to stand in front of her.

She shakes her head. "More excited about what’s to come."

I nod slowly. "And will you let me tie you up before I take you tonight?"

"T-tie me up?"

I search her face and find curiosity, and perhaps, a touch of trepidation, in her eyes.

"Do you trust me, July?" I murmur.

She blinks. "I wasn’t sure I did, but"—she surveys my features—"I think I do." She nods. "In fact, I’m sure I do."

"Good girl."

Another quiver runs through her. I can taste the nervousness and the excitement that seeps from her pores, and it renders me almost immobile with need.

"Lay back, baby," I say through gritted teeth.

She instantly obliges.

“Show me your cunt,” I growl.

And when she bends her knees and pushes her legs apart, baring her sweet pussy to my perusal, I groan. I reach for the tie I placed within easy reach on the nightstand while she was sleeping. Then I push my knee into the space between her thighs.

I lean over and, twisting her arms up and over her head, I knot itaround both of her wrists. I didn’t expect things to go this way, so I didn’t come prepared, but that’s okay. At the last minute, I got a special surprise for her, but other than that, I’ll have to be resourceful when it comes to ensuring my wife has a wedding night she’s going to remember for a long time.

I walk over to the closet and emerge with what I need. Her eyes round as I reach her again. Then, linking the tie in my hand to the one I looped around her wrists, I fasten it to the slat on the headboard. I tug on it to make sure it’s not tight, but also, that it’s secure enough to restrain her. Then, I step back and take in her body, "Okay?"

She nods. Her gaze is clear and, except for a hint of impatience in them, she doesn’t show any other emotion.

"Good girl," I praise her again.

The flush on her cheeks deepens. Her chest rises and falls, and her breasts seem to swell. I lower myself until I’m planked over her, then wrap my lips around one erect nipple.

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