Page 139 of Florian's Bride
Dad once said that nothing and no one could have stopped him from being with Mom…and I guess if he has issues with me falling for his godson…he should blame it on his character.
We fall in love hard, to the point of insanity.
My moan of protest echoes between us when he tears his mouth away before I can truly enjoy the kiss, only for me to gasp in shock when he grips my dress and tears it in two. “I hate it,” he says as it falls down, exposing my body to him, and his face darkens while the energy becomes so charged, it almost suffocates me when he steps back. “What the hell is this?”
I follow his gaze and my cheeks flush at the sight of my white see-through lacy lingerie showcasing my curves in the flattering light. When I saw my reflection in the mirror for the first time in it, I blushed so hard I had to turn around because only one thought remained in my head.
My man, who’d do anything in his power to stop me from marrying his cousin. Deep down I never expected him to sit on the sidelines and accept this foolishness.
“Florian…”
He captures mouth again, swallowing my moan as our tongues entwine, dueling for dominance and he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him, and we both hiss when he pushes me against the wall, his hard length digging into my barely-covered core, the simple touch sending prickling sensations all over me as lust grows within me, making me hungry and aroused for this gorgeous man.
Arching my back as my heels slip onto the floor with a loud thud, I change the angle and deepen our kiss, each flick of his tongue designed to stake his ownership over me, branding into me one single thing.
I’m his and no else’s.
As if there was any doubt.
My arms circle his neck, my nails scraping his scalp, while I pull at his hair and we continue to kiss despite my lungs burning for oxygen that I refuse to give them.
We separate for a brief moment, gulping for breath, and he tips my chin up, shifting his attention to my neck. He sucks on my skin, stinging sensations traveling through me, and he is probably leaving yet another mark on me.
Although could I have expected anything else after he saw the lingerie? My man is territorial on most days, let alone today.
I should be concerned by this but…I grew up watching my father being totally obsessed with Mom and wishing for such a love story for myself.
So I’m not terrified, I’m excited, and if most people think I need a shrink…I’ll happily pay for my therapy as long as I can keep my man.
I expose my throat to him as he trails his lips lower to my collarbone, his five-o’clock shadow scraping me along with the wet traces of his tongue. My thighs flex around him and I moan. “My sensual woman.” He drives into me, and I whimper when his bulge pushes against my clit and the hard texture of his pants rubs on my skin. The mixed sensations of pleasure and pain create a dangerous combination, awakening an inferno nothing sans this man can sooth. “I’ve made you addicted to this, haven’t I?” Another harsh thrust and he groans when I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging on it until we look at each other. “You’ve been so innocent and now this pussy feels empty if I’m neglecting it.” He shifts his hips a little, his hard-on rubbing my core, and my mind becomes all foggy as pleasure shoots through my system so strongly, I almost forget my own name.
He seizes my mouth in another scorching kiss and my eyes close as he devours me. His arms tighten around me and he pushes us away from the wall, starting to walk somewhere with his usual panther-like speed.
Tearing my mouth away once again to get some air because everything seems too hot around me, I catch his gaze.
The soft, gentle gaze he’d displayed countless of times in the past several months.
I recognize it well, so I wiggle in his arms making him frown until he finally stops. “Let me go.” He freezes at this but he must hear the urgency in my tone as he does exactly what I said.
Tonight I do not want gentle or considerate.
Tonight I want my psycho Florian who takes what he wants without consequences.
But to get the said Florian…
One must be seduced.
Thank God I’m a fast learner.
Florian
I brought my woman to heaven on earth to experience eternal hell, and maybe that’s my atonement for all the atrocities I’ve committed over the years.
My fingers dig deeper into her hips, making her gasp and her nails cut into my chest, our breaths mingling together while I hiss through my teeth, “Come on, princess. Let me fuck you hard in my bed.” Her eyes become glazed as she licks her lips, and I can’t resist biting on the plump flesh, my dick growing harder at her groan. “You know how many times I came here after our first kiss? Imagining things I shouldn’t imagine and yet knowing I would do them fucking anyway?” She groans when I fuse our mouths together, locking us in a deep and probing kiss that has one goal only.
To drive us both insane.
Spinning us around, I’m ready to hike her up my body and drag her to my room where we can make a mockery out of the white sheets, when she manages to slip from my arms, stepping back a little. “We always do what you want.” She drags her hands over her form, squeezing her waist, and I bite on my lip at the sight of her rose nipples peeking through her bra.