Chapter 36

36

Edward

My head snaps back. The pain slices through my head, spikes my blood stream and ignites my need. My cock is so hard, I’m sure I’m going to come any second.

She raises her hand again, and I grab it, twist it over her head, then do the same with her other. I transfer her wrists to one hand; the other, I wrap about her neck and squeeze. "You’ve done it now."

Her gaze widens. The blue is now a deep indigo, which is almost black.

"Do you want me to punish you again? Is that it? Do you like my handprints on your butt? Do you like pain?"

Her lips part.

"You a pain slut, Belle?" I look between her eyes. "You trying to provoke me into hurting you?"

"Why don’t you find out?"

My muscles bunch. Every pore in my body seems to come alive. "You don’t know what you’re asking for."

"You don’t know who you married." She holds my gaze, her own steady. "I don’t back down. I don’t frighten easily. And I never give up. I know who you are, Eddie. Deep down, I know you’re not the hardened indifferent man you portray to the world. I know how much you’re hurting. And I want you to share it with me. I want you to use me and pleasure me. And yes, I want you to take from me so you heal. But it’s not all altruistic. I want you to show me how it can be with you. I want you to wring every last orgasm from my body. I want you to give me so much pleasure, I can’t think of anything else but you, I?—"

I swoop down and close my mouth over hers. I kiss her hard, I mean to punish her for her impertinence, for provoking me, for being there for me when I woke up from my nightmare, for stealing my peace of mind from the first moment I saw her. For…agreeing to become my wife. For becoming…mine. Mine. Mine.

I deepen the kiss, and when she moans, I swallow the sound. I release my hold on her throat, only to cup her tit and squeeze. She shudders. I pinch her nipple through her camisole, and her entire body jolts. The beat of her heart thuds faster against my chest, and I feel each thud like it's my own. I’m drowning in her. I’m losing myself. And this time I can’t… I won’t stop it.

I soften the kiss. I share breath with her, lick her mouth, press my lips to hers, and she melts into me. I continue to kiss her, taking my time, learning the shape of her mouth, the cupid’s bow of her upper lip, the softness of her lower lip, the way she sighs and makes that little noise at the back of her throat that sends a spear of heat to my groin. And when she groans, I slide my tongue over hers, and the taste of her fills my senses. Her scent surrounds me and every pore in my body seems to open to absorb more of her. When I finally pull back, her features are flushed. Her hair a cloud of purple-streaked gold about her shoulders, and her mouth is swollen.

"Open your eyes."

She raises her heavy eyelids to reveal dilated pupils. A fresh burst of need tightens my belly. Without breaking the connection, I pull up her camisole, then bend and close my mouth around an erect nipple. I bite down and she cries out.

"Oh, my god!"

I release it with a pop, and when I suck on her other breast, she writhes under me. "

“It’s too much. I can’t take it. I can’t."

I release my hold on her hands, only to slide down her body. When my face is level with her crotch, I slide my finger in the waistband of her lacy underwear and snap it. I pull it free, then press my face into her pussy and breathe her in.

She shudders, digs her fingers in my hair, and tugs. Pin-pricks of awareness travel to my cock. My balls harden, and the ever-present tension in my groin shoots up. I slide my hands under her hips and urge her legs over my shoulders. Then I begin to eat her out.—her slit, her pussy lips, that throbbing button of desire between them. She whimpers, tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. I continue to ravage her cunt, thrusting my tongue in and out of her sopping wet channel. She whines, shudders, squeezes her thighs around my face, smothering me with her flesh, her touch, her scent, and fucking hell, I’d die happily right now. I squeeze her ample butt cheeks and she arches into my touch. Thrusts her pelvis up so my tongue dips deeper inside her. Fat drops of her cum slide down my chin, and when I nibble on her swollen clit, she mewls. More moisture squirts from her slit and I lick it up.

A trembling sweeps up her legs. "Please Eddie, please," she cries out.

I know she’s close, so I tear my mouth from her cunt, crawl up her body and kiss her. "Taste yourself."

She licks her lips and her cheeks flush further. "I’m sweet?" she whispers.

"Like honey, or nectar, an aphrodisiac that makes me want to lick your every hole."

"Oh." She pants.

I reach down, and because I fell asleep in my slacks, I lower my zipper. When the blunt head of my cock nudges her opening, a trembling grips her.

Once more, I urge her to lock her ankles around my waist, then rise up on my knees to get traction. I slide a cushion under her to elevate her hips, then in one smooth thrust, I impale her.