"Do it." He lowers his voice to a hush, "Or you can always leave." He nods toward the door.
I glance at the door, then back at him. Goddam it. I slide my legs apart, as much as the gown allows, that is. He stares down at the space between my thighs and my clit begins to throb. I grip the table on either side of my legs.
He reaches out and presses his palm flat against the center of my chest. He applies pressure and I lean back on my elbows.
I swallow and he cups my cheek. "Shh, Sunshine," he croons, "I won’t hurt you."
Then, he grips the neckline of my dress and tugs. With a ripping sound, the gown tears in half.
"My wedding dress," I cry out. When I try to sit up, he wraps his fingers around the side of my neck and holds me in check.
"I’ll buy you another."
"But I like this one."
"I’ll buy you an exact copy."
"But it’smywedding dress," I protest.
"And I am your husband." He pulls apart the two sides of the dress and cool air floats over my skin. My nipples tighten behind the demi bra that I had slipped on earlier this morning. God, was it only this morning that I had gotten married? It seems like another time, another world. He pulls down my bra cups and my breasts spill out.
"Fuck," he growls, then bends and closes his mouth around one nipple. He bites down and I cry out. The pain shoots straight down to my core. My clit engorges. He massages my breast even as he turns his head to my other breast. He takes the nipple between his lips and tugs on it. My entire body jerks.
"Oh, hell," I groan.
He raises his head and holds my gaze as he slides his hand down my waist. He grabs my panties and tears them off.
The breath squeezes out of me. I can’t speak, I am just so surprised by the suddenness of his action.
He pushes up to stand over me and rakes his gaze down my exposed body. Then he reaches over, and almost experimentally, pinches my clit.
My entire body hitches off of the table. "Oh, my god," I gasp. "Oh, god."
"There’s no god here, baby," he says in a hard voice, "only me."
He thrusts his fingers inside my channel, works them in and out of me, then brings his fingers to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his digits, suck on them.
"I want you." His tone lowers to a hush, "I want you the way I’ve never wanted anyone else before."
Warmth pools in my lower belly. Heat flushes my chest. His words shouldn’t move me, but they do.
"Axel," I whine, and his gaze jerks back to my face.
"I want to take you the way I have never taken anyone else before."
His words penetrate the sexual haze that swirls around me. "Wh…what do you mean?"
"Do you trust me?"
I draw in a breath.
"Do you?"
I nod.
Something like satisfaction shows on his features. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blindfold.
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