She was my wife.
We’d married.
“You’re mine,” I growled as a memory of her abduction tried to infiltrate my thoughts. Splaying my hand and fingers over her flat stomach, I slid two and then three fingers inside her. Emma bucked as I curled and moved them. She was so damn receptive. “This pussy is mine.” Leaning over her, I sucked one nipple and then the other, still working her.
Emma’s moans wafted through the air.
Applying my thumb to her clit as I pressed and circled the tight bud of nerves resulted in her calling out my name. Her pleas echoed throughout our suites.
“Rett, please.”
With a quick undoing of my belt and zipper, I pushed down my silk boxers. There were times in our future that I would deny Emma. It could be a denial of my permission or her freedom, but with the way my cock ached in my grasp, denying her tonight wasn’t in my plans.
“Tell me your name,” I demanded as I stepped closer, pressing the tip of my rock-hard cock against her folds.
“Emma...” Her blue eyes disappeared as her eyelids fluttered.
I pulled away and the blue reappeared. “Your last name.”
“Ramses.”
Her answer was rewarded as I held tightly to her knees and pressed deep inside her.
The way her back arched as her body hugged me, we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
In and out, I drove faster and harder. Our bodies slapped against one another as I kept her knees captive and thrust over and over inside her. Since the first night I took her completely, I couldn’t stop. Even a simple thought of this woman throughout my day rerouted my circulation.
I wasn’t certain how fate had been so right about two strangers, but without a doubt, Emma was meant for me and I for her. Her legs tensed beneath my touch as her pussy tightened.
Without warning I pulled out, my fist going up and down my cock, smearing her essence as she stared up at me.
“Why did you stop?”
Taking a deep breath, I pushed my cock back into the constraints of the boxer briefs. “You married a busy man.”
Her weight returned to her elbows. “Too busy to finish fucking his wife?”
“No.” I zipped my fly and latched my belt. “I could fuck you all night long. However, our interruption from before is still an issue. My damn phone won’t stop vibrating.”
“You don’t think...” Her blue eyes grew round as saucers. “They didn’t...kill them?”
“Would that ruin your wedding night? Would it be so awful that the men who’d lied to you and allowed you to be...hurtwere dead?” I had other descriptions on the tip of my tongue, but as much as I blamed Emma for the abduction, I wouldn’t facilitate her reliving it.
Emma kicked her feet from the bed, now sitting on the edge of the mattress. “It would ruin my wedding night to learn that my husband’s word was useless.”
Offering her my hand as she stood, I marveled at the red marks upon her alabaster flesh caused by my touch. She wasn’t marred. I wouldn’t do that. No, Emma was marked in ways that would soon fade.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted her to carry my mark for the world to see. I lifted her left hand. “You know that this ring tells the world you’re mine.”
“I want you to wear one, too.”
Ignoring her comment, I went back to what she’d said moments ago. “You can trust that my word is true. I will give you another of my promises. I will go downstairs and put out whatever fires currently seem to be raging, and when I return, we will spend the rest of the night—”
“Making love,” she said with a tilt of her head.
“We will see where the night takes us.” I lifted both of her hands and held them together. “While I’m gone, I have one rule.”