Page 106 of Devil's Bride

I wanted more.

I would have anything I craved.

But nothing would satisfy me.

As soon as I yanked her other leg over my shoulder, she dug her fingernails into my chest. Her mouth opened wide at first then shifted into a rounded ‘o’ just seconds before her body began to shake.

My mouth found hers again, my throat collecting her moans and the sharp scream as an orgasm tore through her. The way her body reacted was incredible, the soft ripples as she trembled in my hold creating a stronger feeling of utter power.

Did she have any idea her life was in my hands? Did she know how possessive I was, that I’d meant what I’d said about anyone touching her? Did it turn her on knowing my cock was the only one she’d ever have again?

Or was she still under the assumption our marriage was by contract only?

Her head lolled to the side as she fluttered her hand against my chest in acquiescence to the rapture. When her eyelashes floated across her porcelain skin, I sensed she could easily fall into a deep slumber.

But I wasn’t finished with her yet. I needed more. Always more. With her, it was never enough.

When I pulled out, she gasped and reached for me once again. For a power-hungry bastard such as myself, there was nothing more satisfying than comprehending how much she wanted me.

As soon as I rose to my knees, she playfully pushed my chest with her foot. When she attempted to do so a second time, I grabbed her ankle, enjoying the slight game of tug of war.

“You’re so horrid,” she mused.

“I’ll definitely take that as a compliment.” I couldn’t get enough of the glow on her face, the illumination allowing me a breathless vision of every thought and emotion. She had several, her mind still trying to process why she wanted this.

Why she hungered for what only I could provide.

I kissed her ankle as I massaged her calf, rough enough she continued trembling. As I alternated between caressing and kissing her skin, she mewed several times. With every hint of pleasure, she pursed her lips in a quiet revelation that she knew where she belonged.

As always, my patience had limitations.

Tonight was no exception.

Her muted cries were heightened when I flipped her onto her stomach, immediately wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her onto all fours.

“What are you doing?”

I laughed that she’d bothered to ask. “Tomando lo que para siempre me pertenece.”

Taking what forever belongs to me.

She clawed the bedding but arched her back in a clear invitation. Goddamn, she only made me want her that much more. The woman had a way of driving me over the edge without trying. Never had I let myself go with a woman the way I had with her.

It could be damning, sending me straight to hell, but what a way to go.

With her head tilted back, she appeared even more regal than before.

The draw of her rounded bottom was too great to ignore. I cracked my hand against her butt cheek with enough force she was pitched forward, yet clawed her way back. She threw her head over her shoulder, the sarcastic smirk she’d engineered and perfected making a return.

I smacked her bottom again, exhaling from the intense rush of heat as well as the luscious sound that echoed in the room. Every noise she made, the almost primal cries erupting from her throat kept my dick throbbing.

Being free from her wetness wouldn’t last for long. I brought my hand down several times, relishing the building heat across my palm. A delicious pink hue began covering her skin.

Genevieve moaned several times, the jarring effect of my brutal slaps making her yelp more than once. That was it. I couldn’t stand the wait any longer.

My balls remained on fire as I thrust my cock deep inside her wetness once again.

She shuddered even more physically than before, dropping her head as my cock filled every inch. I fucked her long and hard, the physicality of our passion dripping from me in long strings of sweat.

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