Page 18 of Galen

Bianca did as he asked, her heart racing as she felt his hands move to the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. The cool air hit her back as the dress slid down her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stood there in nothing but the lace underwear he’d chosen for her, feeling more exposed than she ever had before.

But it wasn’t just the vulnerability that made her breath hitch. It was the way Galen looked at her, his eyes dark with want, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered. He reached out, his fingers trailing down her spine, making her shiver.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice reverent.

Bianca turned to face him, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the hem of his shirt. She pulled it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of muscle that made her mouth go dry. Her fingers traced the lines of his abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin, the strength beneath her touch. Galen watched her with hooded eyes, his breath coming in shallow bursts as she explored him.

When she finally looked up at him, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again, this time slower, more sensual, as if savoring the moment. He guided her to the bed, laying her down gently, his body covering hers. The weight of him, the feel of his skin against hers, sent a rush of heat through her.

Galen’s lips trailed down her neck, to her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts, each kiss igniting a fire that burned hotter and hotter.

Bianca’s hands tangled in his hair, her back arching as his mouth moved lower, teasing the edge of the lace bra she wore. His hands were everywhere, caressing, exploring, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. The tension built between them, a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume them both.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes met hers, and in that moment there was no doubt in her mind. She wanted this, wanted him, more than she’d ever wanted anything. Galen smiled, a dark, wicked smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a seductive whisper.

“Yes,” she replied.

He unhooked her bra, unveiling her breasts. Her nipples were already hardened. Galen took her left breast in his hand, gently massaging it. He slipped his other hand between her legs, past the waistband of her panties.

She moaned as he began stroking her pussy lips. At the same time, he closed his teeth over her nipple and left his bite mark there. Bianca gasped, a thrill going down her spine as she saw his mark. Galen marked her other nipple as well, so she had a matching pair.

Then he moved his mouth lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her ribs, her stomach. When he reached the valley between her thighs, she groaned as he simply tore her panties and tossed them to one side. Galen then kissed her clit, her pussy lips.

He licked and sucked, hands firmly on her hips, intent on making her come. In no time at all, Bianca cried out, climaxing against him. He licked her cream off his lips, wearing that signature grin of his. He hadn’t even fucked her yet and already she was his.

“Tell me what you want, Bianca,” he told her.“Say the words.”

“I want your cock in me,” she whispered, blushing.

Galen smiled like a predator looking down at his prey. He hefted her legs on his shoulders and pinned her hands above her head. Helpless, needy, and wanting more, she tried telling him to stop teasing her, but he captured her mouth.

He plundered her mouth at the same time he sunk his dick inside her. Bianca groaned, aware of how big he was. He took his time, going slow and steady until he was balls-deep in her. Then he started pumping in and out of her, rhythm slow, before picking up speed.

“Faster. Harder,” she whispered once he pulled away from the kiss.

Galen complied, and each time he entered her, it felt like he owned just a little bit more of her soul.We forgot protection, she thought, then dismissed the thought. He was going to be her husband anyway, so what was the point?

Her husband. Was she seriously considering his proposal? Bianca could no longer pursue the thought, because when Galen entered her this time, he brushed against her sweet spot. Bianca gasped, hips rising to meet his, back arching as he aimed for that spot again and again.

The pressure building inside her became too much. The next time Galen slid inside her wet pussy, she came all over his cock. Her mind blanked and his bedroom faded from her line of sight. All that mattered was them.

He pumped several more times inside her, before climaxing, filling her with his seed. Galen collapsed next to her, bringing her close for a kiss. This one was unexpectedly gentle and nice. He took his time tasting her as well. She liked that. When they parted, Galen excused himself to grab a towel from his bathroom.

After he cleaned them both up, he reached for her. Bianca automatically cuddled close. Lying there, wrapped in his embrace, she couldn’t help but marvel at how different everything felt.

Tom had once been her world, but now, as she lay beside Galen, Tom seemed like a distant, faded memory. He was the past, and Galen could very well be her future.

The thought might have seemed reckless to anyone else—marrying a man she barely knew, a man with a reputation as dark as his—but Bianca had seen glimpses of something deeper beneath the surface tonight.

Galen was more than just the cold, calculating figure he projected to the world. Yes, he was possessive, maybe even a little psychotic, but he was also fiercely protective, and in a way, that made her feel safer than she ever had.

The intensity in his eyes when he looked at her, like she was the only woman he ever saw, ever wanted—that was enough.

As she lay there, her head resting on his chest, she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was soothing, grounding her in the reality of the moment. She traced light patterns on his skin, the warmth of his body radiating into hers.

As she wanted to keep her guard up, tonight, she found it increasingly difficult. With Galen, she felt a connection she’d never experienced before—a connection that made her believe that maybe, just maybe, this could work.

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