Page 26 of The Forbidden Bride He Stole

When he pulled away from her she was shaking. She could see that he was aroused, and he moved his hands to his belt.

She pressed her knees together, her body liquid.

“Let’s see how well you can attend to this task. And then I will tell you whether or not you have earned your wedding night.”

“I don’t understand.”

He unbuttoned his pants, and slid the zipper down, freeing his arousal. It was beautiful. Long and thick and more glorious than she had imagined it could be. She was obsessed with him. His body. His scent. His strength. Even now when he was being cruel she desired him.

There was something about it that called to her. That took all the things that they were, all they had ever been and refashioned it so that it was finally all that she had desired. Because she had spent much of her life with him as her guardian. Giving orders and commands and setting out boundaries. And in the midst of all that she had idolized him. Desired him. Wanted to be the focus of his attention, of his desire. And now she was. All of the things he had ever been to her, all the things she had ever wanted, converging at this moment. Well no. That wasn’t entirely true. There was no softness here. Not even a little. Not one bit.

“If you please me with your mouth, then I might give you what you want.” He said it again, his voice authoritative. And it made her shiver.

“You like control, don’t you?” she asked, looking up at him from her position on the floor.

“Control is everything,agape. Without it, what is a man? He is a slave to those around him. And I will never be that.”

“Of course not,” she said.

She wondered what was beneath those words. He had hinted at his past, but he had not gone into detail about it. So she still did not know exactly what haunted him.

But she could see that he was haunted now. There was something feral in his eyes. And she felt herself responding to it. She wanted to quiet it. To give him whatever he needed to banish those ghosts.

She had set out to do this to please herself, but she realized pleasing him would always be part of that. It was inescapable.

Tentatively, she leaned in, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft, and then she flicked her tongue out, tasting him.

Desire was a living thing inside of her. She parted her lips and took him inside her mouth. She had never even kissed a man until tonight. This was in many ways going fast. Except, it didn’t feel like it. Because even though it had been a formless, nameless thing within her, she had desired him all this time.

He was every fantasy she’d ever had, and the task of being asked to fulfill something for him was so intoxicating she was on fire with it. She looked up, and met his gaze as she swallowed him down. And the strain on his handsome features was everything she needed.

How much she wanted this man. Always. She was desperate for him. Obsessed with him. It was like she had opened the door on it now and everything was laid there before her.

Her need. Her desire. The truth of it all.

Everything. She would have everything.

She continued to lavish attention on him with her lips, her tongue, and he growled, grabbing her hair again.

“Slow down,” he said.

“I can’t,” she said.

“You will. Use your tongue.”

She obeyed, licking him from base to tip and back again before taking him in deep.

He made a rough, masculine sound and let his head fall back against the back of the chair.

She reveled in it. In the obvious evidence that he was undone by this. That it wasn’t only her.

This was equal ground. Perhaps the first equal ground he had ever stood on, with her on her knees and him above her, his body exposed, his pleasure being guided by her own mouth.

She had never fully appreciated how it could be. The way sex could strip away the layers, could twist and upend the power differentials between them. He was powerful in this, of course he was. Strong and authoritative, the one with experience. But she had power as well. She was the one who had come in without her clothes on. She was the one who made him tremble even now as she lavished attention upon his glorious body.

She was the master of this moment, even as he, rough and strong, revealed his own weaknesses through the way he chose to dominate.

She could feel when she was getting too close when he physically pulled her back. She could sense when he needed to exert himself because she had scraped him too near the bone.

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