Page 12 of Wedlocked

His mouth tightened. “I never pretended otherwise. I never claimed to be a saint, Sabrina. I’m not even a nice guy. I take what I want, when I want it. Then I move onto my next shiny conquest.”

His words should have crippled me, instead they ignited a fire inside me. He kept me alive because I intrigued him. I’d find a way to fan those flames, even if he did still eventually get rid of me.

I lifted my chin, my eyes holding his brilliant, dark stare. “Yes, I’m a virgin,” I conceded hoarsely. “But don’t let that hold you back. I want you to claim me how you want to claim me.” I snaked my arms around his neck. “Hot and dirty.”

My words had the desired effect. He groaned low in his throat, his head swooping before his mouth crashed against mine. He really wasn’t holding back. He swept me into his carnal world and kept me there, his kiss branding me as his even as he propelled me backward.

The back of my thighs hit the bed before I fell back. Ethan followed me down, his thighs bracing either side of my hips as his cock pressed insistently against my stomach. Adrenaline poured through me along with lust, moisture rushing to my core.

Then his mouth left mine and he was pressing hot, wet kisses along my jawline and down my throat. I didn’t even notice him undoing the bow at the side of my gown, not until the fabric went loose and he pulled it up and over my head, leaving me in my thong and bra.

His gaze burned even hotter as he swept my slender form, my thong that barely covered my mound and my bra that showed off my plump breasts. “That’s more like it,” he purred darkly. “Better than opening any present.” His smile was wolf-like, exacerbating his scar…his notorious lifestyle. “That you’re an edible gift is just a bonus.”

“Edible?” I squeaked.

He nodded as he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. My arms went limp as he drew the straps down then tossed the lacy cups aside, exposing my heavy breasts. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You really are perfect.”

I jerked as he bent and sucked the tip of my closest breast into his mouth, his tongue circling and flicking my nipple. I gasped at the shockwave that was immediately followed by an intense heatwave, one that escalated as he started on my other breast.

I was panting by the time he moved lower, kissing down my body. When he stuck his tongue into my navel I cried out, shocked by the charge of pleasure. It was clearly an erogenous zone; one I never even knew existed. Then he was swirling inside the little hollow, making my toes curl as I arched my back, wanting so much more.

He gave it to me.

He moved further down, until his head was between my thighs. My whole body trembled as he looked up at me with a glittering, carnal stare. Then he caught the string of my thong in his thumbs and drew the insubstantial fabric down my hips and over my thighs, before he tore it completely free from my ankles.

An all too familiar growl rumbled deep in his throat. “I’m going to eat you out, drink your nectar and suck you dry. Are you ready for that, angel?”

I swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yes. I…trust you.”

He froze and my eyes widened. It was crazy, ludicrous, he was the man who’d planned to kill me, then marry me until he’d used me up and was sick of me. Yet an intrinsic, undoubtedly foolish part of me did trust him.

“I’m going to pretend you never said those last three words. I want you to do the same.”

I nodded. What else could I do? I was stripped naked and had given him my trust only to have it tossed back in my face. Whatever dignity I had left was fast dissolving. Yet the moment he spread my legs wide, feasting on my pink inner flesh with his eyes before he feasted on that same inner flesh with his mouth, I was gone anyway.

Dignity be damned. The fiery volts of pleasure pouring through my nerve endings and burning into my core was worth whatever pride and self-respect I’d once used like a shield. He was turning me into a sex addict, a woman who was sexually depraved. I’d never once guessed oral sex could be this glorious, this wonderfully obscene.

I began rocking against his lips and his tongue, his mouth that sucked and slurped before he drew hard on my clit. His moan that vibrated through my sensitive little nub was the final hurrah. I shattered into a kaleidoscope of colors, stars lighting up behind my eyelids as I screwed shut my eyes against the image of him feasting on me, an image that would be forever embedded into my retinas. I keened long and loud, riding the wave of pleasure, surfing it like a pro, before that same wave wiped me out and took me under, making me gasp for air.

He drank every drop of my orgasm, then he lifted his head, his eyes burning with feral need. “You’re even more passionate than I imagined.” He climbed back over my body, his cock thick and hard as it scraped along my bare skin. “I’m going to claim you now, make you mine.”

My breath hitched, whether it was from excitement or fear I wasn’t quite sure. I expected nothing less than brutality from him, that he’d made me orgasm first and lubricated me against at least some of the coming pain of his possession was an unexpected windfall. I nodded, bracing myself.

He frowned as he looked down at me, one hand gripping his cock and aligning it to my core, the other hand supporting his weight. “Relax, angel.”

“I’ll try, but it’s not like I’m experienced—”

He drove his shaft into me, then stayed seated as my entire body jolted. Tears stung my eyes, shock rippling through me. I’d been torn apart by his massive cock, my body already withdrawing into itself.

“Don’t retreat from me now, angel. It will only get better, I promise.”

I whimpered, but otherwise stayed frozen beneath him, my entire body rejecting his penetration with everything it had.

His eyes darkened, a vein in his temple throbbing as he held himself back. “Tell me you’re okay.”

I shook my head. “Just get it over with, please.”

He exhaled, his eyes searching mine. “I should have known better. I’m too big to be your first lover. But now you’re no longer a virgin, I’ll make sure you enjoy being with me.”

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