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He groans and tightens the hold he has on my waist.
“Little Devil.” It’s both a prayer and a demand.
“Make it a real wedding night, husband,” I answer cheekily. I know that’s not exactly what he asked, and from the burning glance he casts my way, he expects me to say more. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” I add, and that seems to be what he wanted, so he slips his hands from my waist to my butt and kisses me again. This time, there’s no soft beginning. I can feel his desperation in the kiss and I meet him with the same strength.
I don’t want to think about the fact that tomorrow will bring a whole lot of pain. No, all I want is to feel and forget.
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Angélique
Elhyor is ravenous now that I’ve told him I wanted this. I probably should warn him that I never had sex before—my fingers don’t count—but somehow, I don’t think I have to worry about him going too hard for a first time, seeing as how he managed to restrain himself until I said the words.
This kiss is so much more than the previous we shared. It feels like he lost control, and a bit of his beast came to play with me. It’s raw and seductive and yet urgent like he can’t get enough of me. He brings us back to the bed, slowly dropping me to the bed without ever letting our lips lose contact. It feels like he wants to drink me in, to taste me and even devour me. It is delicious and I don’t know why we didn’t do that earlier.
Actually I know, but let’s forget about my—thankfully—failed attacks.
He finally stops kissing me, and our breaths are a mess. His lips are slightly red from the kiss we shared and as he stands, one knee on the bed all I can see is the bulge in his pants. I felt itagainst my pussy minutes ago, but now I can only wonder if that thing is going to fit.
Even through his pants, I can see that he’s massive.
“This needs to go,” he says, his eyes solely focused on my body, as his chest rises and falls.
“You don’t like my wedding dress?” I ask. It was supposed to be cheeky but I think it goes out more like a breathless tease.
“You look divine in this,” Elhyor says as he strokes his hands from the sides of my ankles to my knees, “but I’ve dreamed of that perfect body of yours since I heard you moan my name on the first night you were there,” he adds with a glance to the doors that delimit our two rooms, “and I want an unobstructed view of what is mine.”
I feel wetter at those last words even if I know he means I’m his just for tonight. We still have tomorrow, but after that, like for Notre Dame, there won’t be anything left of us.
“So that dress, as beautiful as it is, is not what I want right now,” Elhyor says as his hands slide on the sides of my thighs, before parting them enough for his other knee to come on the bed, making him kneel between my legs.
I suddenly feel exposed and I fight against myself not to close my legs, but he’s gripping my thighs like he wants our skins to melt together and there is no way I want to miss what is about to happen.
“It has to go now,” he says, his heated eyes pinning me to the bed.
I try to raise on my elbows, but he’s still slightly bent over me, and I struggle to open the zipper at the back without falling again on the bed. That’s when I feel his right hand change over my left thigh.
I freeze. I look, enraptured, as his pointer and middle fingers elongate and slowly turn a darker color, until they’re black andthe nails turn into claws. I should be scared, but I’m mesmerized by the level of control Elhyor has over his shifted form.
No, I shouldn’t be scared, I should be outraged, because I know what’s coming before he even starts to claw the top of my dress and the fabric tears like it was butter under his fingers.
“I liked that dress,” I pout without meaning to. I didn’t like it when it was white, but I went to great lengths to get it the way I wanted it.
“I‘ll get you a new one,” Elhyor answers as he parts the two sides of the now split dress and uncovers my body. His hands brush against my skin as he does so, and goosebumps spread over my skin, when I know for a fact that I’m burning inside.
Elhyor isn’t doing much more than looking at me, trailing his eyes over my body as if he maps every dip, scar, or mole my body has. Then his hands trace the same path his eyes did just minutes ago. They’re like feathers against my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, but they still spread fire under my skin and light all my sensations up.
He still has his two claws out and I wonder why until he reaches the top of my panties and cuts both sides to remove them.
Did I say I felt exposed earlier? This is worse, but at the same time I’m holding my breath because as much as I want to complain about him destroying my panties, I want to feel him on my skin even more.
I reach for his pants, but Elhyor bats my hands away and sits on his heels as he looks at me.
“This isn’t about me for now, Little Devil, so be a good wife and spread those lovely thighs for me.”
Did someone turn the heater on? My skin is on fire and I’m probably blushing, because I didn’t know until now, but I might like dirty talking with my sex. Or maybe I just like Elhyor’s dirty talk.
But two can play that game. I might be a blushing virgin but I can see in his eyes that he likes what he sees so, I open very slowly my thighs and discard the pieces of panties that are still hanging to my body before I decide that if Elhyor wants to watch, I’m going to give him a show.
