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The next moment, he scooped her up into his strong arms. He carried her across the hallway to the bedroom, still kissing her with a desperation that made her pulse race.

He wanted her. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want him in return. Although, this was her first time, so she had so many apprehensions and insecurities.

The bedroom was massive, and the California King bed had rose petals on the duvet. Everything had been thought-out and prepared ahead of time for the honeymoon, the official consummation of the wedding. If she wasn’t so nervous, she’d be impressed by the large jacuzzi tub near the bed with the view of the city lights at night.

He set her on her feet and pushed the robe past her shoulders, and it fell to the ground. She took a deep breath. Her body image was always a huge issue for her, mostly due to her father’s constant disapproval.

Klaus didn’t look disgusted at all. He reached around and unfastened her strapless bra, her tits dropping heavily. He wet his lips.

“You’re fucking perfect, Bella,” he said. “I’m going to make you mine tonight. Everything changes from this day forward.”

She bit her lip as he bent over and twirled his tongue around her nipple. Skitters of pleasure cascaded through her entire body. Klaus had a reputation for more than just being a monster. She wanted it all.

He stood up tall, towering over her. Klaus shrugged out of his suit jacket, then he loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. She watched, her nipples tightly beaded. The air tickled the wetness from this mouth.

As he tossed his shirt, she got her first good look at Klaus. Her husband. The man men feared and women craved.

His muscles were thick, mature, and defined, and she could see all the ink work on his arms, chest, and back. He looked like a devil. And he made her want to sin.

She tentatively reached out to touch him, but chickened out, pulling back.

Klaus stopped unbuckling his pants, taking her wrist and placing her hand on his chest. “I’m yours now, Bella. I’m your man. Only yours.”

She swallowed hard.

“Touch me. Don’t be shy. I’ll never say no to you, baby girl.”

After a quick gulp of air, she tested his muscles with her fingers. Damn, he felt good, like leather over steel. Pure, unbridled male strength. She smoothed her hands down his chest and across his six-pack abs. There were scars too, old and newer. It was easy to become mesmerized with his body, touching him, standing in front of him in nothing but her little panties.

“I love the way you touch me,” he said. Klaus hooked a hand under each of her shoulders, lifting her high up into the air with ease, then carefully lowering her back down. He kissed her, slowly, patiently, and she felt herself falling in love with her husband.

Love and marriage were scary things to her because in her world, they never worked out as planned. She hoped it would be different for them—a Lastra and an Accardi.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. The kissing turned to necking. His lips everywhere, his stubble brushing her skin. She tilted her head to the side to give him full access. He hit each erogenous zone, teasing with his tongue, increasing her need.

He lowered her to the bed and she scooted up to the middle as he kicked off his pants.

“I’ve been waiting for this day since the first time I set eyes on you,” said Klaus. “You’re even better than I expected, and I’m going to enjoy consummating this marriage.”

He was a beast, crawling toward her, each muscle shifting like a wild cat. He used a thigh to spread her legs, settling between them. His hard cock against her aching core was wickedly pleasurable, and she couldn’t help but squirm beneath him.

“I want this to be more than a pact, Klaus, more than an arranged marriage.”

“I’ll give you everything.”

He crawled down her body, sliding her panties along her legs. He kissed her bare pussy and she jolted. She’d done the manicure, pedicure, waxing, and then some in preparation for tonight. Still, nothing could prepare her for Klaus’s tongue tracing along her slit, opening her to him. She gripped the sheets, not expecting such a strong punch of erotic pleasure with each swipe of his tongue.

“Is this my virgin pussy, Bella?”

She narrowed her eyes, confused.

“Say it. I want to hear it from your beautiful lips,” he said.

“It’s yours, Klaus. My virgin pussy is just for you.”

“No man will enjoy this body but me.” Then he suckled on her clit. She arched against his mouth, whining and moaning despite herself. He knew exactly how to drive her wild. He was dirty and unforgiving. He knew what he wanted and took it. Soon, he’d have her virginity.


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