Page 100 of Unholy Obsession

He groans, and his cock leaps inside me when I begin to gently massage the gland right inside his ass.

“Moira,” he heaves, his voice gruff but breaking.

“That’s right, baby. Give in to all the good feelings. Completely relax into the pleasure.”

“I fucking love you.”

“Good. Remember that when I tell you what I’ve got to tell you.”

“What does that mean?” he growls, and I feel some of the tension come back into his body even as his hips continue lifting, fucking me even more roughly as I stimulate his prostate.

I suck in a deep breath. Time to be brave. “I ran into your father yesterday.”

He freezes, but I keep massaging him until he jolts forward and thrusts up into me again as if he can’t help himself.That’s right.

“He offered me an obscene amount of money to break up with you. He doesn’t think I’m good enough for you. I didn’t know who he was at the time. Not ’til you told me his name.”

“But what’d you say to him?” He’s frozen beneath me.

I stop this time and look over my shoulder, offended. “I told him to go shove it where the sun don’t shine.”

The look of stark terror on his face as he waited for my answer is swept away by relief, overwhelming pride, and then fury.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“No, you’re not.”

I start to relentlessly massage him again.

He lets out a noise like a strangled animal and bucks beneath me even more furiously than ever. I cling to his leg wrapped up in my arm. Even though I’m on top and stimulating him, I’m not sure who’s riding who at this moment.

“Why didn’t you t-tell me?” he manages to get out.

“If you can still talk,” I pant, clenching around his hugely engorged cock as I ride it, “I’m not doing my job right.”

I go more furiously at his prostate.

“Oh—Jesus—Fuck—Moira!”

I’m waiting for him to thrust and finish inside me, but instead, I hear the noise of ripping fabric. I look over my shoulder to find him Hulked-out, all his muscles flexed and pulling against the impromptu ties around his wrists until the one on the right finally rips and tears down a center seam. His left hand pops through the hole of the other tie because he’s still yanking so hard.

I squeal as his arm comes free, and he immediately reaches for me.

I’m helpless as he grasps my waist, hands needy.

I let go of his leg as he lifts me up and flips me, and I’m the one on my back now. Immediately, his body engulfs me. Arms around me, cock inside me, mouth on mine.

I open up to him, feeling his sudden desperation even if I don’t understand it.

“You chose me,” he mumbles, even as his hands are everywhere, pulling me to him even though I’m already as close as can be. “I need you,” he says, thrusting gently inside me.

“You have me,” I say between kisses, turned on by this flash of wild passion. My legs lock behind his back.

He just shakes his head like I still don’t understand. But I understand the language of his deep kisses. And how his body moves against mine. Slow lunges that reach so deep inside me. Claiming me as his. . . oh god, claiming me as hiswife.

That’s what this is. He said it earlier, joking. That we were consummating the marriage. But I feel it in how his body moves in mine, and I yield to him. I wrap my arms around him and clench, claiming him back.

He shudders above me, his hips thrusting faster.

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