Page 101 of Unveil
I’m already bent over her, arms wrapped around her torso to gather her up in an embrace when her cry of pain rips through me, murmuring into her nape.
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You did so good for me. I’m sorry. I know it hurt. Dragging it out would’ve been worse and warning you would’ve made you tense up more. But I’ve gotyou. You’re mine. And now, with my blood, my body, all of me… I’m yours.”
I don’t move until her trembling subsides and her tight walls begin to soften around me. Only then do I finally let myself bask in the moment. Bask inher. My wife.
I waited for Luna Bordeaux my whole life, never touched another, and goddamn, was it worth it. I’d wait forever all over again to feel this claiming one more time.
After breathing through all the sensations bulldozing through me, making me lightheaded, I ease her back down onto all fours, and sit up. Holding onto her hips, I withdraw and watch where we’re connected. The blood I used to make it easier on her is gone, replaced by her glistening arousal and a faint swirl of pink around my shaft. Possessiveness and something stronger, something that’s only grown the more I’ve been around her, claw through me.
“You’re only ever going to be mine, Luna Bordeaux,” I vow. My grip tightens on her hips again as I slide back in. “Say it, baby. Say what I want to hear and mean it.”
“I’m only yours, Orion,” she moans, no hesitation.
I watch myself disappear inside her again, and fuck, her walls contract every time she sucks in a sharp breath to take my invasion. She’s supple in my hands, and I massage down her spine over the delicate muscles she’s honed for years. My tanned, scarred hands paint her fair, soft skin with crimson until they rest in the dimples above her curved ass, my fingers delving into the waistband of her skirt.
Thrusting one more time, slow but deep, I rest my forehead to her tattooed shoulder blade and groan.
“Goddamn, Luna.”
I force steady breaths, determined not to ruin her first time by coming too soon. So I force myself to relax, wait, taking this in so I can do things right by her for once.
Her pulse pounds around my cock, and my smile brushes her skin as I speak, “Want to know a secret?”
“Hm?”
“I like you scared. I like the way your moonlight skin flushes bright red under my hands, the way your breasts heave toward me, begging to be sucked.” I release her hips to cup them, tweaking her nipples with my thumbs.
“Orion!” she cries, writhing in a way that is absolutelycounterproductive to my aim of slowing this down.
But I can’t be bothered to care as she rocks back and forth against me, not realizing how naturally we’ve melded together, or that she’s not in pain anymore in the slightest, chasing her own high. Her breaths come in pants, and I tease her more with my words alone as she tries to take what she needs.
“I love you breathless and trembling like prey. Know that every time you run from me, you’re begging me to claim you.” I sit up, holding her hips again and pumping in agonizingly slow thrusts as I deliver each word. “Just. Like. This.”
“Yes,please,” she moans, glancing back at me through wet lashes. “Please fuck me just like this.”
That one desperate look, her voice quiet but loud amidst the rolling thunder…
Her pussy clenching mehard.
I fucking lose it.
Snatching her hips, I snap mine forward, impaling her on a brutal thrust. Her shriek of half-pain, half-need calls to the deepest, darkest, most feral parts of me, and I answer with my own roar. My thumbs dig into the dimples on her back as I thrust with ruthless abandon. A true fucking.
Claimingmy wife.
Her body trembles in my hands, and instinct tells me she’s close as her cunt tightens like a vise around my cock the higher she climbs.
But then I see it. Blood trickles down her arm. Fresh blood. It takes me a second to realize it’s not mine.
It’s hers.
I fist her hair, wrapping my arm around her front as I pull her back to better see the slash on her shoulder I didn’t notice before.
“When did this happen?” I snarl. “Who did this to you?”
Her eyes narrow with rage back at me as she spits the answer, “AWilde.”
The fight plays in a flash in my mind, stopping on the moment I thought I’d saved her from the knife grazing her shoulder. I’d failed her.
