Page 18 of Dare to Love

Wedding Night

The second the door to the honeymoon suite clicked shut behind us, I had Lilian pinned against it, kissing her like I was trying to brand her soul.

She laughed breathlessly against my mouth, her hands already tugging at the knot of my tie.

“Slow down, counselor,” she teased, her voice wrecked with need.

“No chance,” I rasped, dragging my mouth along her jaw, down her throat. “I’ve waited too damn long to make you mine.”

“I’m already yours,” she whispered, tilting her head to give me better access.

“Forever,” I growled against her skin. “And I’m gonna spend all night proving it.”

She shivered at my words, the thin silk of her dress doing nothing to hide how her body responded to me.

I gripped her thighs and lifted her easily, making her wrap around me, her dress riding up her hips. I carried her across the room and laid her down on the massive bed like she was the most precious thing I’d ever held.

“Stay right there,” I ordered, my voice rough as I stepped back to drink her in.

Her hair was wild from my hands, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with heat and love. She was a fucking vision—my wife.

I ripped off my jacket and tie, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, needing to feel her skin against mine.

Lilian propped herself up on her elbows, watching me with a smirk that said she knew exactly how far gone I already was.

“Your turn,” I said, my voice gravelly.

She sat up slowly, reaching behind her to unzip the back of her dress. Inch by torturous inch, the fabric slipped away, revealing smooth skin and a lacy white bra that made my cock throb painfully against my pants.

“Holy fuck, Lilian,” I breathed.

She bit her lip, shimmying out of the dress until she sat there in nothing but lace and a wicked smile.

“Come here,” she murmured.

I didn’t walk. I lunged.

I kissed her like I’d die without it, my hands everywhere at once—tugging the lace down, baring her breasts, thumbing over already-tight nipples until she whimpered. She yanked at my belt, desperate and fumbling, and I barely managed to kick my pants away before I was on her again, hard and aching.

She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me, making me groan against her mouth.

“Fuck,” I grunted, grabbing her wrist and pinning it over her head. “Not tonight. Tonight’s about you.”

She whimpered, her body arching into mine, begging.

I kissed my way down her chest, her ribs, her stomach, until I reached the tiny scrap of lace still covering the place I needed most.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband and ripped it away with one brutal yank.

“Reid!” she gasped, half laughing, half moaning.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I muttered, and then I buried my mouth between her thighs.

God, she tasted so fucking good. Sweet, slick, and completely mine.

I licked and sucked and teased her clit until she was writhing under me, sobbing my name, her hands tangling desperately in my hair.

“Come for me, Lilian,” I growled against her.

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