Page 39 of The Rancher's Wedding Betrayal
"Gentle or rough?"
She glared at him. "You alrea—ah!"
He had ripped her corset from her body in one swift motion, and she should have seen it coming! She should have known—ah!
The delicate triangle of lace covering her womanhood was now gone, and in a blink of an eye, she was up against the wall, her husband guilding her legs around her waist while her hands instinctively held on to the massive breadth of his shoulders.
"Y-You—"
His lips curved in a smirk as her gaze collided with his, and oh, how she wanted to kiss and slap it off at the same time.
"Love me," Hunter finished for her. "That's what you wanted to say, didn't you?"
Unbelievable!
"No," she couldn't help snarling down at him. "What I really wanted to saaaaay—"
Her words ended in a moan, with Hunter having already bent down to take one nipple into his mouth, and oh, the way he was suckling on it so, so very hard...
Her nails scraped his back, another moan spilling past her lips as he began grinding his hardness against her already swollen folds.
He was still fully clothed, she was naked, and she...she didn't even care.
How...how could he make her feel so out of control like this?
She felt him reach down between their bodies, and her heart felt as if it was about to burst out of her chest. She felt his erection spring free, and her head fell back against the wall. Anytime now, anytime, any...aaaaaah.
It was so...so like him to enter her without warning, her husband claiming her virginity in one smooth forceful thrust that had her blindly reaching for his hair.
"Evelline..."
It was just her name that he had gritted out. Just her name, and yet it seemed to encompass a thousand words in three syllables.
I love you.
I want you.
I adore you.
"You're driving me crazy," her husband rasped out as he began to move. "You feel so good..."
She wished she could tell him it was the same for her.
But she could barely think as it was, much less answer.
She could only tighten her grip on his hair, with how his every thrust reached deeper and deeper into her.
Oh, please.
Please, oh please.
She didn't even know when her silent pleas had turned into actual words.
Didn't know when she had started begging him for real.
"P-Please d-don't stop..."
Because his every thrust was driving her higher and higher.
