Page 10 of Hunter

“But you plan to in the future?” he asked, his eyebrows rising almost to his hairline.

“Every. Damn. Day.”

“And I’ll get on my knees for you, Bella. You’re my girl, and you will always be safe with me. Every. Damn. Day.”

My heart breaks in two as I remember our final conversation about our lives and our future together. I lift my wine glass to my lips and drink deep, intensely aware that tears are streaming down my face. Crying over Hunter Devane is something I’ve become used to, though the loss never seems to become less. Though outwardly I hate him, inwardly, I know he feels the same excruciating loss of the life we could have had.

His lips had locked on my nipple then, his warm tongue playing with the tip. He bit down a fraction too hard, and I yelped. He pulled back and placed his hands on my hips as we stared at one another.

“Gentle,” I scolded, playfully wagging a finger in front of his nose. “Give your wife a chance before you go all domineering.”

“You like domineering?” he asked, surprising me. I shrugged. Hell knows what I liked, but I couldn’t deny him being more experienced and in control in this area was a turn-on.

“Perhaps…as long as you’re not mean.” The edges of his mouth turned up. I narrowed my eyes, unsettled, thinking he was laughing at me.

“Mean? Bella. For you, I’ll be a puppy dog who pretends to be in charge.”

“Pretend then husband, take control.”

Without needing a second offer, he took my right hand and placed my palm over his cock. My fingers froze, the shock of feeling his body ready to do the one thing that terrified me.

“Feel what you do to me, Bella. Feel how ready I am to slide inside you. For us to be one.”

Slowly, I wrapped my fingers around his length. The barrier of silk was like a safety blanket as I touched a man for the first time intimately. Hunter returned to playing with my nipples, sucking more gently. I glanced down, amazed by how swollen and pronounced they were, standing firm against his touch.

My confidence increased as we continued. My hand rose to the waistband of his underwear, then retracted as I wobbled. Eventually, I summoned the courage to slide my fingers inside and hold him. His dick was thicker than I imagined, hot and hard.

“Hold me tighter, Bella. I’m all yours, always.” His hand came to join mine; he guided my fingers up and down the shaft. His forehead rested on my shoulder as we worked him together—me learning what to do, and him having me do it for the first time. My hand paused at the bottom of his cock, my fingers searching warily for his balls. They were soft, a stark comparison to his cock.

“I want to see,” I told him, and he smirked.

“Are you asking me to get naked, Bella?” Embarrassment surged through my body, and I looked anywhere but at him. Strong fingers pinched my cheeks, turning my face back. “Does my wife want to see the whole man she signed up for?”

The sexual tension broke. Everything that had been building in the hours leading to this moment gave way to lust. The nerves, the terror, the worry, it all disappeared. All I knew in that second was, I wanted him naked, and I wanted to lose my virginity to him on that bed.

I replied with a simple, “Yes.”

“Lie down, Bella,” he said. I did as I was told, sinking back into the sheets. He stood up, then pushed the boxers away. Upright above me, he was huge. His cock dropped between his legs. It hung heavy and hard, almost terrifyingly. He lay down beside me. “I need to make sure you’re ready, Bella. Open your legs. I’m ready, but this pussy of yours needs to be too.”

One hand sat on my stomach as my knees remained firmly clamped together. It moved lower, squeezing between my thighs and slowly prying them apart. He placed his hand over my entrance; then a single finger started to touch and tease. He pushed the tip in slowly, his eyes focused on mine, constantly looking for reassurance I was all right.

“Good girl, Bella,” he whispered. “My wet, beautiful girl wants her husband’s cock. That makes me a happy man.” He worked slowly, sliding a single finger in and out of my pussy. Each stroke felt easier than the last; I lay back, closed my eyes, and began to enjoy the sensation more and more. My knees fell open further, and I felt my entrance stretch to accommodate his second finger. He pumped, and my body buzzed a little more with each stroke. “My wife is ready.”

He climbed between my legs. I opened my eyes, and we stared at one another, both of us desperately wanting this but terrified at the same time.

“Are you ready, Bella?” he asked, and I nodded. But as he slid inside, the most excruciating pain appeared. He pushed down, and I screamed. My body felt as though it was being ripped in two. His eyes flew wide and he pulled away.

The guilt was immediate. I’d ruined it. Our night was a disaster because of me. Hunter scrambled over the sheets as I burst into floods of tears. The embarrassment overwhelming at my inability to give my new husband the most natural experience we should have.

“Bella,” he said, his voice vibrating nervously. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, Bella. Please forgive me.” He gathered me in his arms, holding me close as I sobbed.

“I’m sorry,” I snuffled against his chest. “I ruined our wedding night.” He grabbed my shoulder pushing me back to look at him.

“No, Bella,” he said, his tone firm. “You ruined nothing. We’ll wait. We will find you treatment, but until then, we’ll wait.”

Chapter seven

Isabella’s Residence, Knightsbridge

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