“Just do it.”
I looked over his shoulder, his warm body quiet over mine. My eyes drifted over the chandelier, trying to count the numerous little bulbs. Without warning, he gathered me in his arms and thrust to the hilt.
Pain spliced in the deepest part of me and I cried out, my back arcing up against his chest. Then the pain was gone as quickly as it had come and I was filled with the sensation of his cock inside me, buried between my hips. The pressure was a confusing mess of pleasure and fullness.
“That hurt,” I whispered.
He shifted, kissing my mouth. “It’s done.”
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Do I enjoy being inside you?” he said. “Yes, clearly. I’m rock hard.”
He shifted and I slowly became aware that I’d forgotten to bring up protection. For a moment, I thought about asking him to pull out and put a condom on, but there was a rogue desire in me to feel him bare. Most of my brain was overpowered by the sensation of being connected to him like this and I couldn’t find it in me to ruin the moment.
Oblivious to my dilemma, he began moving his hips. Thrusting gently at first and then increasing in intensity. His stomach rippled with each push and I dared to lift my eyes and really look at him.
My God, he was a work of art. His body glinted in the pale light, cut with heavy shadows and hard muscles. His hands were tangled in the bed, propping his body up as he drove into me, all angles and sinewy muscle.
He was so lost in the sensation, fucking with his head back and his powerful body moving with heavy strokes. Completely focused on satisfying his animal urges and chasing his pleasure. Something about how oblivious he was to everything around him aroused me.
“God, you’ve got such a silky, little pussy,” he moaned. “So hot and tight.”
He pulled out and I whimpered as he picked me up, flipping me over to my hands and knees. His touch changed and it was unexpectedly rough, but for some reason that thrilled me.
I fell onto my elbows, gasping. He loomed over me, his tall body covering mine, and his fingers curled on the headboard. His free hand pressed flat on my lower stomach, lifting my hips, and I cried aloud as he pushed into me.
“Fuck, look at you being such a good girl for me,” he purred, gripping the back of my neck. “Arc your spine and let me in all the way, kitten.”
I complied, pushing back against him and letting my spine sink down. Some of the pressure eased and I felt him bottom out, a hard groan escaping his lips. Without warning, he drew back and thrust hard, grinding himself into me.
Stars burst behind my eyelids. I whimpered aloud and he purred, clearly aroused by my reaction. His hand tightened on the nape of my neck as he rode my tender pussy hard and slow. Dragging out and slamming in like a heavy drumbeat and moaning out his pleasure at my every whimper.
This was his darkness, I felt it in the place where our bodies fused. Where his hard, angry desire met my soft heat. This was the uneasy feeling I’d gotten from him at our first meeting, it was the reason my stepfather didn’t trust Peregrine. Because he’d seen it in his face that below the polished exterior, my husband was pitiless.
I lay beneath him, my body simmering with fear and desire. If I asked him to stop, I knew he would. But I didn’t want that, I wanted to follow him down this dark path and see where his desire led because the things he was doing to me were so deliciously unholy there was no going back now.
CHAPTER TEN
PEREGRINE
I wasn’t sure if it was something about my wife or the fact I hadn’t had sex in months, but my mind went completely blank the second I sank into her. I’d had aspirations of being gentle, of being a better man. Those disappeared along with any coherent thoughts. There was nothing but the feral need to slam into her again and again and listen to the sounds I forced from her lips.
But more surprising was that she seemed to like it.
Her body was so beautiful and her pussy gripped me so well. The way she’d ground against me as she came, the way she’d looked me after with her big, soft eyes wide—it had gotten me wild. That didn’t excuse the way I’d taken her virginity and it didn’t excuse how I was holding her down and fucking into her while she whimpered into the bed. But it was still an explanation as to why this woman was turning me feral.
Now, looking down at her round ass shaking under my thrusts, I was entranced. That place where our bodies joined transfixed me. The way she took me was a work of art. The little smudges of blood on my cock mixed with her arousal painted the tender underside of her thighs.
It was all over my fingers, smeared on her hips.
Heat and pleasure coiled down my spine and I knew I needed to come, but I also knew she wasn’t on birth control. I slowed, still thrusting, and lifted her head back by the throat.
“Where do you want my cum, kitten?” I said through my teeth.
“Inside me,” she whispered. “Please.”
She was begging, her voice laced with desperation. Caution be damned, I was going to fuck every bit of cum I had into my wife. Heat shot through my body, burning down my spine as pleasure washed over me. I fell over her, thrusting hard as I released, swearing under my breath. Emptying myself completely into her wet heat as my vision flashed.