Page 102 of Devil's Bride

“I’m not. Just stating fact.” He was now closer than an inch, so close his body heat combined with mine, which was close to becoming combustible.

“You’re good at lying, not stating facts,” I whispered when he reached out, gently touching my cheek. Every time I told myself I would resist him, his prowess and rough demands drew me in just like the spider and the fly I’d tried to teach Bella about.

Boy, wouldn’t she be proud of me at this moment?

“So you’ve said. Right now, I have no intention of lying to you, Genevieve.” He folded his fingers, rubbing his knuckles down the side of my neck before crouching down on one knee. When he lifted my foot, untying the first boot, I swayed back and forth.

I had to grip his shoulders to keep my steady balance. Maybe I was drunk on champagne or cresting on a high from the day and the sultry looks he’d given me.

After tugging one boot and tossing it to the floor, he repeated with my other foot, finalizing the action by rubbing his fingers along the inside of my leg.

When he reached the sheathed knife, he glanced up at me with a sparkle in his eyes as he unbuckled it. For any other bride, this would be about the garter belt, but in my life, nothing about borrowed and blue played a part.

Just danger and violence.

Every sound he made was more like a growl, guttural and husky in nature. I was mesmerized by the sound, chuckling softly from the tickling sensations as he placed the knife on the table. Not finished yet, he reached for the gun, rubbing the tip of his index finger across the barrel before untethering me from the steel protection.

He nodded in a sign of respect at my choice and I almost burst into laughter. Who compared weapons on their wedding day?

I had to remind myself nothing about our relationship was normal. Did that make it spicier? Yes. Did I crave the darkness and more than a hint of danger when surrounded by him?

I’d need to call myself a liar if I said I didn’t.

His eyes flashed once again before turning me around gently. With his hand on my neck, the tingling sensations increased.

I’d forgotten there was a zipper in the dress, although I hadn’t bothered with it either at the bridal store or when I’d wrangled my shaking body into it hurriedly after reaching the church.

But as he brushed my hair around one shoulder and took his time unzipping the long enclosure, I was painfully cognizant the zipper existed.

A wash of cool air fell across my naked skin briefly before he leaned over, not only blowing a heated breath across my back, but also pressing his lips against my skin.

Quiet moans slipped up from my throat as he pushed his lips against another spot. And another.

And another.

Swallowing, I closed my eyes as a full array of tingles swept down my spine. He’d never been this gentle before, almost romantic. I’d thought there wasn’t a romantic bone in his body. His breathing was labored, so much so I glanced into his eyes to make certain he was okay.

I’d never seen them devoid of anger completely, but now it was replaced with extreme lust.

“Do you know what I want to do right now, Genevieve?” he asked in a velvety tone that in and of itself made me blush all over again.

“No. What?”

“I’d like to rip your thong into shreds, push you down, and devour you until you scream out my name begging for more just as you come inside my mouth. And with my tongue drenched in your sweet juice, I’ll do it all over again.”

I started to stutter, which wasn’t like me in the least.

For a man who could be aggressively obsessive, I found his possessiveness strangely exhilarating.

He dragged his tongue along my neck as he peeled away the gown, slowly pushing it down both arms. The usually antagonistic man with zero patience had no issue waiting as he tugged the tight material over my hips. As gravity finally guided it to the floor, I closed my eyes and envisioned his perfectly muscular physique devoid of the pesky clothes he was wearing.

His breath skipped several beats as he brushed the rough pads of his fingers down my braless back.

“Beautiful. A vision,” he whispered.

There was no reason for me to feel a rush of embarrassment, but that’s what was happening. My skin was on fire and my pussy was throbbing with such an intense need I found myself gasping for air.

I was floating on air as he turned me around, helping me step away from the material. He cupped both sides of my face, his expression almost completely unreadable. He was such a creature of beauty. As he pulled me close, I was instantly bathed in his scent. Feeling slightly intoxicated, when his lips drew close, I was completely out of breath.

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