Page 48 of Wicked Angel

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.

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. “So wet for me, love,” he said, sounding smug.

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. “It’s just a physical reaction,” I muttered, embarrassed.

Folding over me, he braced himself on the bed on either side of my head. “Keep telling yourself that, Angel, and maybe someday you’ll believe it.”

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 shoved his cock in, right to the hilt.

My lips parted with a gasp as he stretched me open. I ached, but it wasn’t in a bad way. No. Instead, it felt like 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 a blinding need.

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

“Please what, Angel?” Gaven tilted his head to the side and gazed down at me, a smirk playing on 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 found, 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 entirely 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 for 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 he groaned and released inside of me. The heat of his cum filling me up sent me over the edge. It was more terrifying than anything I’d ever experienced before. I was consumed. 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.

21

GAVEN

Evangeline Price was everything I wanted. The openness in her gaze was addictive, but even more enticing was the fact that she was finally willing to let me have my way. It’d been a fight and one that I’d relished in. She hadn’t caved under the pressure but fought back with grit. I didn’t exactly enjoy the lengths that she’d gone to get away, but I’d made sure that wouldn’t be a problem again. And now, I was the only choice left for her.

My ring was on her finger. My cum filled her belly. Soon, very soon, I would ensure that she would be carrying my right to rule. My heir. She was mine. The sensation of overpowering and taking such a woman was heady, addictive. She was a new type of drug, one that I would enjoy all too well in the coming months as I fucked her across every surface of this manor and then brought her into my cold, dark depraved world and led her down even more fucked up paths.

Of all the things in this world, very few had ever actually belonged to me. My sins were the only exception. This was something entirely different. She was better than everything, and I found myself filled with an almost primal emotion.

“Gaven?” Angel gazed up at me. She blinked as confusion spread over her expression. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” I admitted. “I’m hungry again,wife.” Dear God, how I loved calling her that. My wife. My bride. The future mother of my children. All the power I’d been seeking was within my grasp and she was the key.

Angel’s eyes filled with a heat that matched my own. As much as she’d attempted to resist me, her body had already fallen to the desires I could stoke within her. She was fiery inside, a willing participant in my debauchery. Her body was soft in all of the right places. She turned her head away, looking over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. Even that, I couldn’t stand.

I desired to take from her all of her attention. “Don’t,” I commanded. “Look at me.”

Soft lashes fluttered as she followed the order, turning her head my way so that her eyes were open once more on me. She was a fucking natural at taking my commands, though I had no doubt she’d balk if I said as much. She thought herself indifferent, perhaps even independent. I knew that wasn’t the case. She wanted my orders. The flare of her nostrils each time I gave one and the subtle way her body leaned towards me was proof enough. It was my deepest desire to mold her to my every will and desire, to turn her into the perfect submissive.

“I want to do something new,” I told her. “Are you ready for that?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “It depends on what it is.”

I grinned and moved back over her. Pressing her into the mattress, I hovered over her for a moment before letting my weight come down until the air in her lungs was pushed out.

“Say yes,” I said. “I won’t hurt you … not unless you let me.”

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