Twisted Together - Winters Pepper - Страница 112
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Keeping Tess’s leash tight in my fist, I marched forward, fully expecting her to heel. What, like a fucking dog?
Goddammit, my thoughts were all over the place. I needed silence. Just us. Swiping a hand over my face, I tugged on the leather. “Tess—come on.”
She came forward, her lips playing with a scowl and a smile. “You’ve really got to rein in your temper.”
I bared my teeth. “Too late to try and change me, esclave. You married me—knowing full well who I was.”
And that made me the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
She laughed. “I would never want to change you.” Her eyes flittered over to Angelique and Suzette who stood talking to Fuckwit and Bianca. “I should go and say goodbye, though—I don’t want to be rude and abandon everyone.”
I shook my head. “No. You’re coming with me. This instant.”
I wouldn’t go back into the Bermuda fucking triangle of after wedding politics. We’d barely found freedom as it was, and it’d taken far too long.
Frederick brushed past, heading for his wife. “I’ll tell everyone, Tess. They’ll understand.”
Her cheeks pinked. “Okay, thank you. Guess we’ll see you tomorrow.”
No chance. I wasn’t leaving that bedroom for weeks.
“Only if you’re still able to walk,” I breathed in her ear.
Her body jolted, and I took the opportunity to wrap my arm around her, guiding her toward the exit. “If you so much as speak to another person leaving this fucking tent, I’ll put you over my knee in front of everyone.”
And I’ll love it. My stomach lurched at the thought of finally getting her alone.
Tess breathed hard, her breasts rising and falling. “You shouldn’t get so wound up. Your heart needs a rest.”
I laughed darkly. “Let me worry about my heart—you worry about yours.” Slamming to a halt by the doorway, I whispered, “Because I’ll make it fly out of your chest with what I’m going to do to you.”
Tess wiggled in my grip, brushing against things that needed no other stimulation.
Surveying the black shrouded tent, I sighed with satisfaction. Everything had come true. Tess was no longer broken. I’d fought against the underworld and won. And now, now I intended to spend a few weeks on this island recuperating and making delicious sinful love to my wife.
Pressing Tess against my rock hard erection, I murmured, “I want to see you naked. I want you wearing only the collar and your high heels.” Pushing her out of the shadows and into the light, I growled, “Come on, esclave. Time to consummate.”
Tess stood before me, breathing hard.
I locked the sliding door, proceeding to draw every curtain so no one could see in. However, it didn’t go dark, thanks to the sun streaming in from the glass roof.
I couldn’t stop looking at the collar around her throat. I want you naked. I want to drive into you holding that leash.
My heart raced, burning off the remaining painkillers in my system. Every inch of me ached, but all I wanted was Tess. I didn’t care about the burning in my legs or the slight twinge whenever my heart beat too fast. The bullet wound in my leg didn’t stand a chance against the desire in my blood.
I could recoup later. Right now. I had husbandly duties to perform.
“Get in the bedroom, esclave.”
I planned one more game to end our crescent moon.
Tess was mine in every conceivable way. She was back to the strong and amazing woman I fell in love with and today, I would finish my claiming.
She’d given me permission.
She was ready.
I would finish what I started in Tenerife.
The stress of the wedding left my system, leaving me levelheaded and able to focus on nothing but her. The world was inconsequential now we were alone. I trusted the team of bodyguards bobbing around the atoll to keep us safe. I trusted my friends to stay far away from our villa until I was drained dry and Tess could barely walk.
And I trusted that tomorrow, I might be able to be nicer to Fuckwit, after reminding Tess just who she would spend the rest of her life with.
Tess hadn’t moved.
“I won’t ask again. Get in the bedroom.”
Tess bowed her head, watching me with lowered eyes. “Q?”
I inched toward her, suffering a rapidly building itch to chase—to hunt.
I’m going to consume you, wife.
“Yes, esclave?” I dropped my eyes down her front; my mouth watered to slice the dress from her. I wanted to drink in her gorgeous body—to drool at the tempting fucking corset.
I wanted to stare—now that no one else was watching.
Tess inched backward, activating the beast inside by submitting to me. “I’m giving you the last part of me—but I have one request.”
My legs locked to the floor. What request? She doesn’t want pain? She doesn’t want rough? My eyes searched hers, but her secrets were hidden.
I cocked my head. “One request…”
Her gaze glowed with love. “I ask that you look after yourself. Let me do the work if you need to. I don’t want you bursting your stitches or having a heart attack. Let me be the one to take you.”
I threw my head back, a loud laugh escaping. “Vous pensez que je suis fragile putain?” You think I’m that fucking frail? Humour danced in my voice. “I’ll show you who’s frail, Tess. You should know me by now pain turns me on. I don’t care I’m beaten black and blue. I don’t care that I have holes and cuts for fucking miles. All I care about is your pussy.”
Her cheeks pinked. Never taking her eyes from mine, she inched toward the corridor, walking backward, swaying her delicious tempting hips, her red heels clicking on the tiles.
“I’m fixated on touching you, tasting you, fucking you. Nothing else matters but that. Do you understand?”
I moved forward with her, hiding my limp, cursing the pain in my thigh.
Her breath was shallow, pinpricks of colour smudging her chest. “I understand. You’re suffering the same illness as me.” She kept backing up. Every step made my cock harder.
“What illness is that?” I whispered, my fists opening and closing in anticipation. Her skin was flawless again. No wax burns or bite marks. I needed to rectify that. After all, this was the consummation of our marriage.
“I can’t stop thinking about your fingers inside me, or your tongue licking. And, maitre…”
Tess dragged delicate fingers along the wall, following the curve to the bedroom.
My ears burned for the rest of her sentence. I entered the space, crowding her to stand in the centre. “Go on…what were you going to say?”
Tell me. Fucking tell me before I explode.
The moment she stood still, her breathing quickened, sending the innocent room swimming with heady need and want. Her chest rose. “I love your cock, husband. Your fine, long, scrumptious, thick cock. I want to suck it. I want to bite it. And when you’re soaking wet from my mouth I want…”
Fucking hell. My stomach tore itself to pieces.
I stormed toward her, grabbing a fistful of hair. “What, esclave. What. Tell me.” My cock throbbed. It fucking whimpered for the blowjob she’d so eloquently described.
Her eyes locked onto mine. “When you’re wet, I want you to take me. Take my virginity. Fill me. Claim me. Because everything about me is yours.”
I couldn’t do it.
I smashed my lips on hers, groaning deep into her mouth. Her tongue battled mine as if she’d waited for one hint at violence to unravel. Her moan echoed in my heart as we devoured each other in a fierce fast kiss.
Breaking apart, our eyes locked. The life I lived ceased to exist. I stood on the edge as my past was sucked away, leaving my soul humming with finality. It was as if a new chapter began. A fresh page, unsullied with badness or sickness or pain. Completely new, completely pure, utterly ready for our new life together.
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