Page 13 of Wed to the Devil

“Fuck you,” she hisses, her eyes closed in conventration.

Each movement intensifies the waves racing through both of us until finally we crest together in the perfect moment of pure bliss. A second before I come, I pull out, jetting hot spurts of creamy liquid onto the flushed skin of her thighs. The orgasm seems like it lasts forever.

Fuuuuuck. God damn, she’s so fucking good.I lean my head against her chest briefly.

“How does it keep getting better every single time we fuck?” I manage to gasp out.

Talia shakes her head, unable to speak.

I drop a kiss onto Talia's pebbled left nipple and use the too-sensitive tip of my cock to smear my cum over her skin. Marking her. Making her mine.

“My come looks so pretty on your skin, darling girl.”

Talia gives a startled laugh and pulls me down to the bed for a deep, satisfying kiss.

As we lay there in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I find myself looking deeply into Talia's eyes. I cup Talia's jaw and brush her hair away from her salt-sticky skin. "You're mine.It’s a good thing that you said yes to marriage, because I just marked you for life. You’re mine. No other man will have you. You'll always be mine, darling girl."

She shudders as she looks me in the eye. "It’s not that easy, Dare. You lied to me."

“I’ll make it all better,” I murmur. “Just kiss me and forget the rest.”

I gently brush a few strands of hair away from her face before leaning down to kiss her again, needing to feel her lips against mine one more time. Her lips against mine are firm and unyielding. She’s so fucking stubborn.

And so very sexy.

I cradle the back of her head in one big hand and kiss her crown tenderly. She looks up at me, eyes flashing dangerously. But it seems that the rough sex took the wind out of her sails.

She pushes against my chest and I wordlessly move to the side, letting her get up. She heads to the door and goes to what I assume is the bathroom, though I haven’t laid eyes on it myself. But she does return, the same angry smirk in her expression.

She bends down and grabs the yoga pants off the floor. I sit up and reach out, narrowing her arm.

“Come here. Don't get dressed yet.”

“Fuck you, Dare.” She tries to tug her arm from my grip but I won't let her go that easily. Instead I move forward, stand on the side of the bed and put my hands on her hips to move her forward towards me. Her expression is one of hatred but I turn my face up, offering my mouth to her. She tosses her hair and licks her lips, her eyes darting at me.

“Kiss me,” I tell her. Not an order, exactly. But I am not asking, either.

Her chin juts out and she leans over, giving me a peck on the cheek. But I am ready for that. I spear one hand in her hair, holding the other on the small of her back and kiss her lips.

This time it's less about dominance and more about the fact that I like the way she tastes. Lightly sweet, purely feminine, with an edge of salt and a note of honey. I kiss her passionately for a moment but when she doesn't make any move to kiss me back, I let her go.

“You're carrying my baby.” I flatten a hand over her stomach and look up at her, wanting the words to sink into her brain. Though I hadn't noticed it much before, her belly is more curved now, less of a small flat plank than it was when we first met.

I have to say, I like it this way. I look up at her and she doesn't look nearly as defiant any longer.

“Yeah?” she asks, as though confused. “Maybe I made a mistake saying yes to your proposal.”

I flash her a smirk.

“But you did. Now you'll never be able to escape me. But I don't want you to want that, either. I want this to be the most luxurious velvet-lined snare that ever existed. I want you to forget that you were ever caught and collared.”

Talia looks away, her expression turning bitter. “I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Just because you found me and we had great sex doesn't mean anything really. You still deceived me. Now please, for the love of God, let me go.”

She wrenches from my grasp and I don't try to fight her on it. She pulls on her yoga pants and hunts around for the sweatshirt, untying the knot in the arms. Then she pulls it on, all the while ignoring me as hard as possible.

When she turns and stomps out of the room, I finally stand up and redress myself in my slacks and my button up shirt. I don't know what her specific concern is just now, but I'm left feeling uneasy.

After putting my shoes on, I head back out into the tiny cabin. I find Talia curled up with a blanket near the wood stove, staring out the window blankly. She has no shoes on and no coat to speak of. Sweeping my gaze around the room, I check my watch. It’s well past dawn, with the sunshine just streaming through the windows now.

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