He fisted the delicate material of my dress, finding the high slit that reached my thigh. With one sharp jerk of his corded arm, the silk ripped all the way up to my navel, and I shivered at the sudden rush of cool air against my heated skin.
“What are you doing?” I asked, the demand ruined by a strange, husky tone I’d never heard before.
He leaned in close, pressing me tight to the wall with his weight at my back. I could feel him stiffen against my hip, his own arousal taking hold. He was just as helpless to resist this forbidden attraction as I was. Neither of us wanted this marriage, but we did want each other on a purely primal level. There was no denying it. Not when I quivered in his powerful grip, and his erection pressed into my bottom.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he said through gritted teeth, a promise to us both. “But I am going to make you cry before I make you scream. You’re going to beg before I let you come this time.” He sealed the savage vow with a nip to the shell of my ear, lighting up my sensitive skin with sparks of pleasure. His dark words were hot on my nape. “I don’t have to spank you to punish you, nenita. You don’t understand yet that pleasure can also be pain. And I intend to make you suffer tonight. You won’t defy me again.”
My spine stiffened at the last. “You don’t control me.”
“Watch me,” he growled, punctuating the threat with a sharper bite.
A soft cry left my lips at the small burst of pain, but it sent a sizzling line of pleasure directly to my clit. He was right: I didn’t understand. Whatever was happening between us was totally new to me, my virgin body completely unfamiliar with a man’s touch.
His fingers curved into the band at the top of my underwear, and he roughly pulled the cotton garment down my thighs, exposing my sex to his direct touch for the first time. On instinct, I tried to wriggle away from him. He allowed more of his bulk to press into me, forcing me tighter the to the wall. His erection was long and thick against my bottom, so close to my heated sex. A strange whimper caught in my throat, and I went utterly still, completely overwhelmed by him.
His masculine scent enfolded me, suffusing my senses and mingling with the embarrassing scent of my own arousal. I was helpless to resist this chemistry we shared. The only thing that kept my shame at bay was the knowledge that he was helpless to resist it too. I could feel the clear evidence of that pushing into my soft flesh as his hardness sought the wet heat between my legs.
But true to his word, he made no move to take his cock out. Instead, his warm, calloused fingers brushed my mound, teasing over my slick folds with the lightest touch. My sex pulsed, aching with every heavy beat of my heart. I writhed against him again, not to free myself, but to get closer to his hand.
His teeth sank into the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, pinning me in place like a predator with his prey. I cried out at the bite of pain, but it morphed into pleasure when his hot tongue licked the tender skin. My flesh pebbled, a tremor racing through me as sparks danced over my entire body. Every inch of me felt alive, my nerves sparkling with anticipation.
“More,” I moaned, mindlessly shifting myself against him, rubbing his erection.
He snarled and bit down on my nape, a primal act of dominance. I stilled on a whimper, and he rewarded me by slowly circling my clit. Stars burst behind my eyes, and a ragged shout left my chest. My inner walls contracted, desperate to be filled. Suddenly, I wanted his hard length inside me, stretching me. I’d never wanted a man like this before. I hadn’t even known it was possible to want so keenly that it hurt. My sex ached and throbbed, and his touch was so gentle. Too gentle.
“Please,” I panted. “Please, more.”
“You want to come, tesoro?” His words were thick with his own desire, and he flicked my clit hard.
My knees buckled at the abrupt mix of pleasure and pain, and I gasped out his name in a breathless plea. I wasn’t sure if I was protesting or begging for more. Pleasure, pain: I was beyond caring. I just needed him to touch me.
“I think you like a little pain with your pleasure,” he rumbled, nipping at my ear.
An animal whine eased from my chest, and my cheeks burned even as my hips ground against him. I didn’t understand how I could enjoy being with him like this, but my confusion didn’t matter. All that mattered was attaining the release he was so ruthlessly denying.