Page 80 of The Bastard's Lily
She moves again, slow and deliberate, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. Every roll of her hips sends lightning up my spine. I grip her thighs hard enough to bruise, trying to control the pace, but she's having none of it.
I'm done letting her control this. With a growl, I grip her waist and flip her in one smooth motion, rolling her beneath me onto the damp grass. She gasps as her back hits the ground, eyes wide with surprise and heat as I hover over her.
"My turn," I rasp, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
The moonlight catches on her face, illuminating the flush on her cheeks, the parted lips still swollen from my kisses. Her hair fans out around her head like a dark halo against the church lawn. I drink in the sight of her—my wife, my woman, spread out beneath me like a sacrifice.
"Rook," she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips. She arches up, trying to reconnect our bodies, but I hold myself just out of reach.
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my voice rough with need. "Beg for it."
Her eyes flash, defiant even now. "Make me."
I smirk, lowering my head to her neck, dragging my teeth along the sensitive skin there. "I intend to."
My free hand slides between us, finding her slick heat, still sensitive from before. She moans as I circle her clit with my thumb, teasing her back to the edge. Her hips buck against my touch, seeking more.
"Fuck, look at you," I growl, watching her writhe beneath me. "Still so fucking hungry for me."
Without warning, I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt. Her back arches off the ground, a choked cry escaping her lips. I don't give her time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that has her gasping with each stroke.
"This what you wanted?" I rasp, my voice barely human as I pound into her. "Getting fucked raw on holy ground like the dirty girl you are?"
"Yes," she moans, her nails raking down my back. "Harder."
I grip her thigh, hitching it higher around my waist to drive even deeper. The new angle makes her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
"That's it," I praise, feeling her tighten around me. "Taking my cock so fucking good. Always knew how to milk me dry, didn’t you?”
I release her leg and grab both her wrists in one quick motion, pinning them above her head against the grass. She gasps, testing my grip, but I hold firm, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingers. The moonlight catches on her ring, sending silver fractured light dancing across her face as she struggles playfully against my hold.
"Look at that," I growl, nodding toward the glittering band. "That's my mark on you. Tells everyone you're mine to fuck, to protect, to own."
Her eyes darken at my words, pupils blown wide with lust. I can feel her getting wetter around me, clenching tight as I thrust deeper.
"You like that?" I ask, voice rough as gravel. "Like being owned by the big bad biker? The one your daddy warned you about?"
"God, yes," she moans, arching beneath me despite being pinned. "I love when you talk like that."
I tighten my grip on her wrists, using my other hand to cup her face, my thumb pressing against her bottom lip. She opensimmediately, taking it into her mouth, sucking it with hollowed cheeks that make my cock throb inside of her.
"You like the taste?" I growl, watching her suck my thumb. "Bet you'd rather have something bigger in that pretty mouth."
She releases my thumb with a pop, eyes challenging me in the moonlight. "Maybe I would. Maybe I want to taste myself on your cock."
Her words hit me like a freight train. My hips stutter against hers, rhythm faltering at the filthy suggestion coming from those perfect lips.
"Fuck, baby," I groan, leaning down to bite at her neck. "Say it again. Tell me what you want."
She strains against my grip on her wrists, not trying to escape but testing the restraint. "I want to get on my knees for you," she whispers, voice dripping with sin. "Want to feel you hit the back of my throat while you pull my hair."
I nearly lose it right there, her dirty words pushing me dangerously close to the edge. I release her wrists, flipping her onto her stomach in one quick motion. She gasps as I yank her hips up, positioning her on all fours.
Her back arches beneath me, a filthy moan tearing from her throat as I thrust into her from behind. The sound drives me wild. I wrap my hand in her hair, gathering the strands intomy fist before yanking her head back sharply. Her spine bows, throat exposed to the night sky.
"Fuck yes," she gasps, her voice breaking as I slam deeper. "Pull harder."
I oblige, tightening my grip until she whimpers, the sound pure pleasure-pain. My other hand slides around her throat, fingers finding their place along her pulse points. I squeeze just enough to make her breath catch, to make her eyes roll back.
