Page 404 of The Christmas Wife

"Your scent drives me crazy. It makes me want to throw you down and rut into you. It makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you away where no one else can see you. It makes me crazy, and I hate it. I fucking hate how you make me want things I shouldn’t."

There’s a thread of desperation woven through that darkness in his tone. It gives me the courage to dig my fingers in his hair and tug. He straightens and glares at me. His gaze is so hard, so filled with lust, my heart almost stops, then starts again. It also spurs me on to declare, "Good!"

His gaze widens, then a resolute look comes into his eyes. "I’m going to use you. I’m going to do things to your body, you could have never imagined in your wildest dreams. I’m going to stuff your holes and you’re going to take everything like a good girl."

My toes curl. My breath hitches. I begin to pant and can’t stop myself.

"I’m going to have you begging and writhing and wanting to come, but I won’t let you."

I swallow.

"Not until you’ve forgotten who you are and where you are, and all you know is my touch, my gaze on you, my fingers inside you, my cock throbbing in your cunt, and you’re crying for release and then… Perhaps, I might consider it."

"You…you’re cruel," I moan.

"And you love it."

"And you have a big ego."

"And the balls to go with it." He lowers himself and the evidence of his arousal nudges the cleft between my legs. He’s so big, so heavy… And I’ve felt him inside of me, but somehow, he feels thicker, more swollen, more solid, more everything.

"I want you inside of me. I want you to come in me."

His gaze flickers. "And I want to see you cry. I want your tears to cleanse the burden of my past. I want your innocence to dissolve the darkness in me. Can you do that for me, Belle?"

There’s a plea in his voice, which is strange. He’s promising he’s not going to be easy on me, and… I don’t want him to be. I want him to come to me unvarnished. Show me who he really is. I want the unadulterated version of him. I want everything he can give me. I want him. HIM.

"Yes." I nod slowly. "Yes, I can do that." Then, I reach up and slap him.

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Edward

My head snaps back. The pain slices through my head, spikes my blood stream and ignites my need. My cock is so hard, I’m sure I’m going to come any second.

She raises her hand again, and I grab it, twist it over her head, then do the same with her other. I transfer her wrists to one hand; the other, I wrap about her neck and squeeze. "You’ve done it now."

Her gaze widens. The blue is now a deep indigo, which is almost black.

"Do you want me to punish you again? Is that it? Do you like my handprints on your butt? Do you like pain?"

Her lips part.

"You a pain slut, Belle?" I look between her eyes. "You trying to provoke me into hurting you?"

"Why don’t you find out?"

My muscles bunch. Every pore in my body seems to come alive. "You don’t know what you’re asking for."

"You don’t know who you married." She holds my gaze, her own steady. "I don’t back down. I don’t frighten easily. And I never give up. I know who you are, Eddie. Deep down, I know you’re not the hardened indifferent man you portray to the world. I know how much you’re hurting. And I want you to share it with me. I want you to use me and pleasure me. And yes, I want you to take from me so you heal. But it’s not all altruistic. I want you to show me how it can be with you. I want you to wring every last orgasm from my body. I want you to give me so much pleasure, I can’t think of anything else but you, I?—"

I swoop down and close my mouth over hers. I kiss her hard, I mean to punish her for her impertinence, for provoking me, for being there for me when I woke up from my nightmare, for stealing my peace of mind from the first moment I saw her. For…agreeing to become my wife. For becoming…mine. Mine.Mine.

I deepen the kiss, and when she moans, I swallow the sound. I release my hold on her throat, only to cup her tit and squeeze. She shudders. I pinch her nipple through her camisole, and her entire body jolts. The beat of her heart thuds faster against my chest, and I feel each thud like it's my own. I’m drowning in her. I’m losing myself. And this time I can’t… I won’t stop it.

I soften the kiss. I share breath with her, lick her mouth, press my lips to hers, and she melts into me. I continue to kiss her, taking my time, learning the shape of her mouth, the cupid’s bow of her upper lip, the softness of her lower lip, the way she sighs and makes that little noise at the back of her throat that sends a spear of heat to my groin. And when she groans, I slide my tongue over hers, and the taste of her fills my senses. Her scent surrounds me and every pore in my body seems to open to absorb more of her. When I finally pull back, her features are flushed. Her hair a cloud of purple-streaked gold about her shoulders, and her mouth is swollen.

"Open your eyes."

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