Page 23 of Sinister Engagement

When I finally looked up and met his eyes, I realized all of my new husband’s attention had fallen to my mouth. “Later,” he grunted. “Much… later.”

His head fell, his mouth meeting mine. And just like he’d promised, Gaven Belmonte devoured me.

I could feel the hot, hard length of him pressed against my stomach as he arched over me, grinding down as his hands held mine in captivity. Gaven’s tongue dove past my lips, slipping against my own, rubbing insistently. I shuddered under him, relishing the headiness of his kiss. I felt as though I were falling backward, in that moment just before my body would hit the ground and I was… limitless—floating on the bed under him.

“Angel…” His mouth dragged away from mine, and I couldn’t help but lean into him, needing more as his hands moved south. He stripped my thong away, leaving on the heels I’d worn to the ceremony as well as the stockings. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”

I gasped when he nipped the skin of my belly and spread my thighs farther apart before dipping down and licking a path through my wet pussy. A groan rumbled out of him, and my head bowed against the pillows and comforter against my spine as he sank back and lifted my legs, each one over his shoulders, pressing his lips against me in the most intimate of ways—just like he’d done so earlier.

Stars danced in front of my eyes as I gasped and moaned, but just as the crest of pleasure almost overcame me again—he pulled away.

“No,” I groaned in disappointment, receiving an amused chuckle from him in return.

“Don’t worry, dear wife,” he said. “You’ll get yours soon enough, but first, we need to consummate our marriage—don’t you think?”

The mention of ourconsummationmade me stiffen. It shouldn’t have, yet it did.This is really happening. The thought took my already gasping breath away, but I nodded, unable to speak through my lust-filled haze.

“You need to say it, Angel.” The words were quiet but no less intense than his previous commands.

“Is it … going to hurt?” I knew the answer already, but for whatever reason, I needed to hear the answer out loud. Whether it would ease my anxiety or not, however, I didn’t know.

In response, Gaven’s hand dipped down. My back arched as he delved between my folds and his fingers came away soaked. He looked from where he held up the digits, glistening in the low light coming from the window to me. “With as wet as you are, love,” he said, “not much. If it hurts at all—it’ll only be for a moment.”

I sucked in a ragged gasp of air, and before I could think of something that would have me denying the wanton desire I held for him, I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered.

Folding over me, he braced himself on the bed on either side of my head. Dizziness assailed me. I bit down on my lower lip as his thighs and hips pushed my legs outward a little more. Goosebumps pebbled over my skin in anticipation. A moan left me as his cock slid against my slick skin, parting my folds with each pass—rubbing over my clit and back down to my entrance as he fisted himself and directed the hot, hard length of him to where I knew I wanted him to take me.

My body was tight, so tight that I thought I would shatter under him before he even pushed in, but I forced my eyes open. Gaven pressed forward, pumping his hips as he inched into me a little bit at a time. I squirmed, feeling heated. It wasn’t enough. His hands gripped my hips and held me still, and then, with his eyes centered on mine, he pushed the rest of the way in.

My lips parted on a silent cry as a sudden burning stretched inside of me. I ached, but it wasn’t in a bad way. No. Instead, it felt as if every nerve ending within me had been lit on fire. I panted as my back smoothed out against the mattress. Everything Gaven had promised—the pain, the pleasure, the desire—was there. Inside of me. It raged out of control, and I felt nothing but blinding need.

“Please,” I whimpered when he still hadn’t moved.Why isn’t he moving?

“Please what, Angel?” Gaven tilted his head to the side and gazed down at me, a smirk playing at his lips.Oh, but he’s a wicked man.I could feel the tension in his body, his muscles rippling as he held steady. He wanted to let go, but despite the things Jackie had said he would do, he didn’t take me. He didn’t hurt me. He simply held completely still above me, but that, I was finding, was worse.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged, rolling my hips as I reached up and grabbed ahold of his forearms. “Move,” I said. “Dosomething.”

With a deep, masculine chuckle that reverberated through his chest and against mine, he did. Gaven pulled back until he was almost completely out of me, and then, in a fast movement, he thrust back inside. Fireworks danced behind my eyes as I squeezed them shut. My breath shuddered in and out of my chest as he began to pump in harder movements.

“Open,” he growled. My eyelids shot up once more. “There you are,” he said. “Keep looking at me.”

I did. I found myself captured by not just his hands, but by his gaze as well. He thrust his cock into my pussy relentlessly, ruthlessly. My back arched, and I moaned as I pressed my breasts up into his chest. My hardened nipples skated against the skin of his pecs. I ground my teeth as his hands began to move downward once more.

Gaven’s fingers slipped through my folds again, and my eyes widened. I could feel him—his cock driving in and out of me, brushing against the pads of his own fingers as he reached for my clit.What the hell is he doing?I wondered, but I didn’t need to wonder long. Before I knew it, he was latching on to that little bundle of nerves between my legs, and on the next inward thrust, he pushed in all the way to the hilt and pinched down.

Iscreamedas a need so great, it was more terrifying than anything I’d ever experienced before overwhelmed me. My body shook. My back bowed. My limbs trembled. Yet, still, when my lips parted and something coherent came out—it was his name that I screamed. Only his name.

Several minutes later, after the high of one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life had finally subsided, I lay back in the bed and cuddled up next to Gaven—my husband—and for the first time since this whole ordeal had begun, I had some sort of hope that all would be well. I glanced up as he breathed deeply, his chest rising with the movement.

No.He wouldn’t stop me, but he might just make me take a gazillion guards with me.I laughed silently at that. Somehow, I didn’t mind.

I closed my eyes and curled closer to his warmth, trying to find a lull in my mind as I hoped sleep would consume me like it had him. All the stress had drained away, but no matter how long I kept my eyelids shut, sleep eluded me.

After what felt like forever, I peeked open an eye, glancing at the windows on the far side of the room. It was still dark, and a look at the clock on the wall told me it was hardly even two a.m. The wedding reception had only ended a few hours before.

I tried again to sleep, and again, my mind was a riot of things.Where will we live now that we are married? Will he want kids? Will I be able to go to school like I’d hoped? It’s not like it would keep me from family business or being a wife.Despite the beautiful glow the night had left me with, the longer I lay there—awake while he slept—the more my doubts crept in.Will Gaven give up his current life?I wondered.Or will I be left each night to wonder where he is and who he’s killing?

A horribly cold feeling rose within me, and no matter how I tried to shove it down, it wouldn’t go away. Soon, it became too much, and I found myself slipping out from beneath Gaven’s arm and creeping across the room. I picked up a robe that had been left on the back of one of the chairs and put it on, tying it at the waist as I slipped out of the suite and headed down the hallway.

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