Chapter 6

My stomach swooped so hard,so fast, I thought I might throw up. Tingles erupted across my nerve endings, and my brain short-circuited as I stared into Wick’s dark eyes. They were deep pools of onyx, as dark and dangerous as the man himself. Falling into them could spell my ruin.

And I was hovering on the edge of a giant chasm, ready to tumble headfirst.

Moving slowly, almost like he was giving me an out, Wick lowered his head. When his lips were a breath away from mine, his gaze swept down and I felt my eyelids flutter shut.

The first press of his mouth to mine was gentle, coaxing as he slanted his lips over mine. Instead of shoving his tongue inside and plundering, he took luxuriously languid sips from my mouth, kissing me stupid until my hands slid up the hard planes of his chest and my fingers tangled in his hair.

I let out a soft, breathy noise I’d never heard myself make before. The hand buried in my hair tightened, angling my neck back. My lips parted, and then Wick swept inside, devouring me with blistering fury.

I’d never been kissed so perfectly, so soundly, in my entire life. It was the kind of kiss that I’d dreamed of as a teenager. The sort of all-consuming, axis-shifting, soul-leveling passion that came when two people who were meant for each other finally came together.

Except—wait.

Wick and I couldn’t be meant for each other. Not when it was his fault I was here in the first place.

Stupid hormones being… stupid.

The hand on my hip slipped around to splay across the small of my back before drifting higher to settle between my shoulder blades. A second later, I felt the band of my bra loosen as Wick undid the back clasp.

Whimpering into his mouth, I arched my back, keeping the thin piece of lace between our chests until he reached between us to yank it away.

The moment my pebbled nipples met hard, hot skin, I dropped my head back with a throaty moan. Why did this feel so good?

Wick nipped and kissed along my jaw, one hand fisted in my hair while the other mapped the skin of my back. The calloused pads of his fingers traced the slope of each shoulder blade, tripped down every vertebrae.

Using the grip on my hair as leverage, Wick gave a sharp tug.

My eyes snapped open, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

“Lay down,” he commanded, releasing me and taking a step back as he waited for me to obey.

Like my limbs were somehow voice-activated, I dropped onto the bed and inched backward. I felt my cheeks heat as he devoured me with those obsidian orbs. The urge to cover myself was almost too much to ignore.

“Don’t.” Wick’s voice cracked through the room, his dark brows slamming down as he fixed me with a hard stare.

My mouth went dry. “I?—”

“Never hide yourself from me, wife,” he rasped, moving closer to the bed. He loomed over me, massive and imposing, making me feel so tiny in comparison.

I struggled to get enough air into my lungs as I looked around the room at the bright lights that would hide nothing from him. “Shouldn’t we turn off the lights?”

His warm chuckle was like melted chocolate, sinful and rich. “Why in the world would I want to miss a second of my stunning wife, spread out like my own personal feast?” His head tipped to the side. “You’re perfect, Alessia. An absolute vision. And I am one lucky bastard. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

His words ebbed away some of my worry, and I felt my muscles relaxing the longer he studied me.

His gaze raked across me like a caress, lingering on my breasts before dropping between my legs to the piece of fabric still covering my center. With a soft hum in the back of his throat, Wick trailed his fingertips up my thigh and across the scrap of satin. “Are you wet for me, wife?”

My legs parted, almost like I was daring him to find out for himself. The throbbing in my center intensified, and a small trickle of arousal seeped from my core.

Without waiting for my answer, Wick rubbed his knuckles against the damp patch on my panties. With a wolfish smile, he curled his fingers into the sides of the fabric and pulled it down my legs.

As soon as the panties were free from my ankles, I tried to close my legs, but Wick stepped closer still, his hips keeping my legs from shutting. I squirmed as his gaze zeroed in on my bare pussy.

Still staring at me, he lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. An approving rumble vibrated in his throat. “You smell even better than I imagined.”

My hands twisted around the soft comforter on the bed as I watched him watching me. Eyes wide as saucers, I didn’t miss the way his nostrils flared or the way his Adam’s apple worked in his throat. There was no denying the look of sheer lust saturating his gaze.

He dragged a single finger across my slit, and my traitorous thighs fell open even more in invitation.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmured.

Could I say that? “I don’t not want this,” I countered uncertainly.

The corner of his mouth hooked up. “Let’s see if we can do something about that.” He lowered to his knees by the bed and hooked his hands under my calves to drag me forward.

I squeaked as his nose bumped my pussy, but that was all the warning I got before he landed face-first between my legs. The first swipe of his tongue had my back arching off the bed. The second had my eyes rolling back in my head as I cried out.

Draping my legs over his shoulders, he spread me with his long fingers. “Fucking perfect,” he growled against my oversensitive flesh. “I’m going to eat you for every meal, wife.”

I forgot how to breathe when he sucked my clit between his lips. Something blunt pressed against my entrance, and I tensed at the foreign feeling.

“Relax,” he purred, his tongue lashing my clit until I was bucking into him and the finger poised at my entrance sank into me.

“Oh, god,” I whispered, my eyes shut tightly as my heart hammered a violent beat in my chest.

“Not god,” he countered with a dark chuckle, “just your husband.” He slowly pressed a second finger into me, and the stretch felt so delicious, I ignored the slight burn from the penetration.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, suckling my clit and curving those fingers to rub at a spot I would’ve bet my trust fund on being mythical.

Crying out, I thrashed on the bed, a livewire without grounding. Pressing a hand against my stomach to hold me in place, Wick was merciless as he drove me toward the aching crescendo that had my body shattering in a symphony of chaos and pleasure.

He never let up as he worked me through my orgasm, his talented mouth and fingers dragging out the aftershocks until I was a boneless, twitching mess.

Drawing up to his full height, Wick stared down at me with a wicked grin teasing his glossy lips. Blushing, I realized the evidence of my arousal was smeared across his mouth.

“You turn the prettiest shade of pink,” he murmured, “from the tips of your ears all the way down to this perfect cunt.” His long fingers brushed over my slit, and it was all I could do not to roll my hips and chase his touch.

Hands on his hips, he shoved his pants and boxers down. The long, thick length of his erection bobbed free, slapping his stomach.

My eyes went wide. “That’s not gonna fit.”

Another rough chuckle. “I promise you, Alessia, that it will. I also promise that you’ll love it.”

I shot him a dubious look even as my pulse throbbed in my clit, anticipating what came next.

Crawling over me, Wick used his hands to easily manipulate me higher up on the bed, until I was sprawled in the middle, and he settled between my legs. His cock brushed against my slit, sending a shockwave shuddering through my body.

Wick held himself up on his elbows, our bodies pressed together from chest to groin. This close, I could see little golden flecks around his pupils, like scattered sunlight breaking up the dark. His lashes were so dark and full that it almost looked like he had eyeliner on.

Seriously, good lashes were wasted on men like Warwick Forrester.

A thumb brushed over my cheek as his tongue darted out, licking across his lips. “I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving you made the right decision, sweetheart. I’m going to make you love me.”

I gasped, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of his words or the press of his cock against my entrance. Our gazes locked, and he pushed into me in slow, rhythmic strokes. My pussy fluttered and clenched, warring with wanting the pleasure he promised and trying to postpone what was probably going to hurt like a bitch.

Wick wasn’t a small man in any sense of the word.

Reaching down, he hooked my leg up and wrapped it around his waist. The new angle let him slide deeper, and we both paused when he met resistance.

Genuine regret shimmered in his gaze, his lips pressed in a hard line. “I wish I could make this part easier for you, but I’m glad it’s me. I’ll spend an eternity proving I’m worthy of this gift.”

He thrust into me, tearing through my innocence and seating himself fully. I cried out, unable to blink away the tears fast enough because freaking hell, that hurt. The fullness was surrounded by a burn that had my muscles locking up.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, teasing my lips into a tender kiss.

I sniffled a breath as he literally kissed my tears away. His hand slipped between our bodies, a finger stroking against the side of my clit with unerring accuracy.

“Oh,” I whispered, feeling the edges of pain blurring as he toyed with the bundle of nerves. My vision went a little unfocused as he lightly pinched my clit. “That… You…” A sigh left my mouth as I rocked my hips.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, withdrawing slightly before pushing back into me. The slow slide of his cock had me groaning as tension coiled in the pit of my stomach.

“More?” I wasn’t sure if I was asking or begging, but Wick seemed to know exactly what I needed.

With measured, deliberate strokes, he started thrusting. The whole time, his clever fingers rubbed torturous circles around my clit, the pressure varying until I was panting and clawing at his back with need.

“Wick,” I whimpered, almost mindless with need.

“Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” he growled, kissing me hard. His tongue lashed against mine, relentless as his hips snapped against me.

It was too much. Too perfect. Too everything.

I combusted in his arms, my pussy clenching around him as I trembled and moaned.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Milk my fucking cock.” The tendons on Wick’s neck stood out as he drove inside of me with a roar, his cock jerking as he painted my insides with his release.

He buried his face against the side of my neck, laving open mouthed kisses across my throat as he whispered, “I knew you’d be worth the wait.”