Page 161 of My Ruthless Husband

Abruptly, he sits up, yanking me with him. “You talk too much.”

I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s yanking my nightgown up and over my head, tossing it behind him.

Gasping, I cross my arms over my naked breasts. But he catches my hands and parts them. “I’ve been burning for you, angel.”

Still clutching my wrists, he lowers me on my back, pinning them above my head. I shudder when his shirt grazes my hard nipples.

“I’ve waited an eternity to have you. Don’t you dare hide from me now.”

I melt. Just like that “Really?”

His response is to kiss me. Passionately and hungrily. His tongue sweeps inside me with so much demand, it steals my breath away. Releasing my wrists, he cups my jaw to hold me in place while he tilts his mouth to deepen the kiss.

Then he pulls back. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me open wider as he moves between my legs. His trouser clad thighs rubbing against my inner thighs while his hard-on nestles against my wet pussy.

“You weren’t part of my plan.”

I still. “Plan?”

He claims my mouth again. This time with an edge of resentment to his kiss. As if he is punishing me. His hands are moving all over, his movements eager, starved. And impatient.

I close my eyes and soak it all in. I have been waiting for this day. This moment when Damian would finally make me his. I dreamed about this night thousands of times, my mind creating thousand different fantasies about what it would be like to be with him.

I wasn’t a part of his plan. He probably means future plans. But I am glad that I am now. I wanted Damian and I have him now. I’ve lost many things to get here. I’ve did things, went against people I love to have him. And even though I know life won’t be easy, given his workaholic nature, I’ll make do. I’ll compromise because I have the love of my life in my arms. What more can a girl dream for?

When he thrusts his hips against my core, I gasp against his lips. Damian’s eyes brighten and he does it again, making me cry out. He loves it. I can see it in the way he runs his gaze over my face, taking in my smallest reactions to his actions. It is giving him a kick.

“So responsive. I’m going to enjoy you thoroughly.”

My mouth drops open. He runs a caressing finger along my parted lower lip. His eyes turn a little amused. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll make sure you enjoy more than me.” He then pushes one finger inside my mouth. I stare up at his mesmerizing eyes, my lips automatically closing around his digit. “Even though you don’t deserve it.”

I halt. “Wha—” I choke when he presses deeper.

“You wanted me, didn’t you, River?” I just stare at him with wide, fearful eyes. “You’ve got me. Now you don’t get to regret it.”

My brows furrow. Why would I regret it? I want to ask. Why is he talking like this when he just admitted of waiting an eternity to have me? Damian doesn’t let me dwell on it as he withdraws his finger and delivers another hard and thorough kiss on my swollen lips.

From there, he doesn’t give me a single minute to think, his body shifting down my trembling one, his mouth on my breasts, his tongue flicking over my hardened nipples.

My strangled moans are echoing in the room, my fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth works over me, sucking, biting to send sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

I watch trembling as he presses my tits together and licks, sucks and nibbles on the rosy peaks, his stubble rubbing against my heated skin. My back arches, soft cries emanating from my lips as he continues his erotic assault.

He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, and I’m panting.

“Damian…” I whisper, but he’s already between my legs, spreading them wide. The way he looks at me, his eyes filled with hunger, makes me feel so exposed that I try to close my legs, but he stops me, keeping them open.

“You’re mine,” he growls before his mouth is on me, his tongue licking a hot, wet stripe up my pussy. I cry out, my hipsbucking, but he pins me down with his hands, holding me in place as he devours me. Every flick of his tongue, every suck on my clit sends me higher, closer to a blinding edge. I can’t believe what’s happening right now. I can’t believe the things he is doing to me. It feels… so dirty, so…good.

My heart is slamming against my breastbone so hard. I can’t hold back. My body clenches, trembling, as he drives me closer and closer to the brink. And when his finger slides inside me, curling just right, I shatter. The orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping, trembling beneath him.

But he’s not done. He pushes off me and stands. He takes off his clothes in record speed. Then Damian moves over me, his body covering mine, and plunges into me with a force that makes me cry out in pain.

He curses then stills. My nails dig into his back. He’s fully inside me. And I’m in agony.

There’s a long silence as I get used to the feeling of fullness and tackle the pain. I could’ve used few encouraging words from him. But it’s just as well. As the pain subsides to the dull ache, I glance up at him and then nod.

When he shifts a little, I gasp, and he stops again, looking down. “Okay?”

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