Page 63 of Pure Evil

I watch as he removes his tie and unfastens his belt, tossing it to the chair before ripping off his shirt. I tremble with desire as he removes his pants and stands before me, naked and splendid, a definite feast for my eyes.

His body appears to have been crafted from granite, and I love the dark hair covering his chest. He is a man in every way, and I feel weak knowing what happens next.

“You’re a little overdressed, wouldn’t you agree?”

He says with a wicked twist to his lips and prowls toward the bed with a devilish gleam in his eye.

I shiver.

I pant.

I savor the anticipation.

He tugs me to my feet and unzips the dress in one fluid movement. The fabric falling to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Then he stands back and stares at my body, the silk lingerie mere wisps of fabric touching my skin like a lover’s caress.

The spark in his eyes excites me as he disposes of my underwear, leaving me standing before him with nowhere else to hide and he growls low in his throat as he runs those large hands over my body, saying with a growl, “Now you are all mine.”

It’s probably best I don’t argue with him now about that because I already know I would lose, and I am fascinated by what happens next when a man considers the woman he married his property on their wedding night. Will it be different? Not forbidden anymore.

He spins me around and steps behind me, kissing my neck with a mixture of soft kisses and little nips with his teeth. It makes me tremble as I anticipate the pleasure and pain combining in a lethal cocktail of delight.

My legs tremble as my body responds, aching for more, aching for him.

“So beautiful, Bella. Pure and undamaged. Perfect for me.”

His hand rests against my ass, smoothing the skin and causing me to groan. I love this adoration, crave it even because with Killian I am somebody of importance. I feel that with him, and I crave it like a drug.

His hands run across my entire body, touching me, holding me and wanting me.

Then he spins me around and kisses me deep and hard. I sense the ownership, and I love it.

The rings are heavy on my finger, the diamond choker still wrapped around my neck. The man who put them there holding me so tenderly in his arms as he claims my body in this soul draining way.

Then he eases me gently on the bed and cups the back of my head, staring into my eyes through the warm lamplight and whispers, “Youwillfall in love with me, Bella. You have no choice.”

A fresh burst of wet heat is encouraged by his words and still staring into my eyes, he slides in, pushing in deep causing a soft groan to be the only sound in the still room.

The air conditioning provides a welcome breeze on our bodies, the ceiling fan doing a very good job of controlling the temperature in the room. Inside, though, I am burning out of control as he thrusts hard and deep, holding my head in place so I stare into his eyes the entire time.

It excites me, I want more and love it when his eyes gleam with danger as he thrusts harder, faster, with none of the gentleness of before. It’s an amazing feeling knowing he is now my husband. The man I have dedicated my life to, the man I will grow to love.

As his cock rubs against my clit, I bite down on my lip, desperate to enjoy this for a little longer, and he growls, “You willnotcome yet.”

I stare deep into those eyes as if he controls my body and I suppose he does because I tense, and the building orgasm passes as quickly as it came.

He whispers against my lips, “You will do everything I tell you. This body is now mine and I control it. I control you.”

Once again, I’m not about to argue because right at this moment, he does. I love what he does to me, the pleasure he gives, and I stare into his eyes and whisper, “I love how you own me, Killian.”

If the atmosphere could get any darker, it shifts up a notch, and he groans as he pushes in hard and deep, whispering, “Then cum all over my cock and show me how much you love this.”

Just his words alone have the power to make me cum and I scream as everything explodes in a sensation of pure ecstasy. It’s as if I am flying, floating on those white fluffy clouds, knowing he will be there to catch me when I fall to earth.

There is no more powerful emotion than trust, and I trust Killian with my life, our children’s lives and our future as a family. This is what I ran for. I knew it was out there waiting for me and for a moment the movie is forgotten as I settle into my role of being the perfect wife and nothing more.

I am complete.