Page 11 of Wicked Devotion

“Good night.”

Rafael knew the exact moment she fell asleep. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of having her in his arms. He would never admit to anyone how perfect it felt and how content he was. It was something he’d never experienced before, and he knew he could easily get used to it.

He never thought he’d enjoy sleeping with a woman, but then again, he guessed if he hadn’t met and married Faith, he would have continued using women as he had before her.

He sighed and then cringed when she snuggled up against him. Her ass was rubbing against his hard cock, and he was gritting his teeth to prevent a groan from slipping out and possibly waking her. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her.

His need for her was high. He wanted more than anything to roll her onto her back and mount her. He wanted to desperately thrust into her and take her virginity for his very own. She belonged to him now, and he wasn’t good at waiting for things he wanted.

He lifted his body enough to see her face. The muted light coming through the windows showed dark circles under her eyes. He reminded himself that she’d gone through so much lately, so she needed whatever sleep she could get. He’d be a bastard for waking her when she was exhausted. Rafael was afraid it would only get worse.

He’d let her sleep as long as she wanted, but when she woke up, she was his. He wanted the marriage consummated as quickly as possible. He tried to tell himself it was to protect her, and that was part of it. The most significant part was that hewanted to own her.

Her body, emotions, and soul were his forever. He hadn’t ever thought he’d feel possessive over a woman, but the first glimpse he caught of her, he knew she was meant to be his. Every fucking part of her belonged to him.

He gritted his teeth. The night was already half over, and he really didn’t know if he’d make it until morning to have her. Fuck. He had to control himself until she got used to him. She was as innocent as they came, and he didn’t want her running from him.

She didn’t know it yet, but he was going to take her every way a man could. He was going to train her to kneel instantly when ordered to and take him to the back of her throat or spread her legs when he was hungry for her or bend over when he needed to butt-fuck her.

Jesus. He had to stop thinking about her and sex, or he’d go out of his mind.

He thought about everything that needed to be done the next day to make sure she was safe from the monsters that wanted her. He knew he’d do everything he could to protect her.

Before long, he felt sleep drag him down. He would never have guessed when he left his house that morning that he would come back with a bride and be happy about it.

His last thought was,You just never know where life is going to take you until you’re there.

Chapter Six

Faith rolled over the next morning. At first, she felt panic start to build when she didn’t recognize the room she was in, until she remembered.

Oh, God, she was married to a man she didn’t know. She lived in his house and slept in his bed. She looked around. The room looked different in the daytime. The light coming into the room through the sheers prevented shadows from forming.

A sound at the door made her turn. Her heart jerked in her chest when she saw her husband with only a pair of faded, worn jeans on and with the button open. His chest was a work of art. His skin was tan, and every muscle stood out starkly.

“You’re making me feel very good about myself, Wife.”

Her gaze darted to him. His eyes followed her tongue as she licked her lips nervously. She pulled the sheet up to her chest when he headed her way. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to pull the sheet down.

He tugged a little harder and then sighed. “Baby, let go.”

She shook her head.

“I want to see my wife, and she’s going to let me.”

Her gaze flew to the bright window and then back to him. “In the daytime?”

He chuckled. “I’m going to be fucking you a lot, and it’s not going to matter what time of day it is, what you’re doing at the time, or if we have company.”

Her eyes widened dramatically. “You’ll … do that … in front of people?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I might even let them touch.”

Fear raced through her. Her grip tightened on the sheet. Oh, God. What had her father gotten her into?

He pressed a hand down on her stomach. “Settle down before you hyperventilate. No one, and I mean no one, will everbe able to hurt you. Everything I do to you will only bring you pleasure.”

“I couldn’t let a woman…”

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