Page 52 of Ceremony of Lust

Inch by inch, I advance toward her until her back is against the wall. “You’re not married to them. You’re married tome, and I don’t care.”

“Just fuck me, please,” she whimpers. Her eyes pinch shut, and a single tear rolls down her cheek.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

My hands push down my boxer briefs before I take hold of my shaft and then part her folds with my fingers. She braces her hands on my shoulders as I guide myself into her. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I hold her steady as I rock into her over and over.This is what she needs, I keep telling myself over and over.Give her what she wants. Make her feel good.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper in her ear even as I pound in her over and over. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her whimpers turn into sobs. She clutches me tighter and buries her face in my neck.

When I’m confident her legs are wrapped around me, and she won’t fall, I brace my hands against the wall beside her and lean back, watching our bodies connected in the most carnal of ways.

“Look at us, sweetheart,” I say, pulling out deliberately. “Look at how you were made for me.”

I slam back into her, pushing her hard into the wall, and she cries out. My lips find her neck, teeth nip at flesh, and soon, her cries turn into pants. My words match my rhythm. In hurried breaths, I tell hershe’s perfect, oh so perfectfor me, and then I slow down, proclaiming that fucking her is the closest to heaven I’ve been.

“Zev.” My head lifts, and that’s when I realize she’s sobbing. “Zev.”

My arms slide around her back, bringing our two sweaty bodies together. We glide against each other as I continue the hard, punishing pace she begged me for until finally, I explode deep inside her.

“Keep your legs wrapped around me,” I whisper gently, brushing her hair away from her face. Her entire body is trembling, and she’s simultaneously gasping for air and sobbing. With her head bent against my chest, we make it the short distance to our bedroom, and settle on the bed. I am her shield, as I keep her cocooned in my arms.

For a long while, we’re both silent. My hands stroke her back as she sobs against me, her body shaking until eventually, it stops.

“I never want to hurt you,” I whisper against her hair, placing a kiss on top of her head. “I only want to worship you.”

She says nothing, so I keep talking.

“You shouldn’t feel pressured into having a baby, not by me or anyone else. I like that it’s just the two of us. We’re getting to know each other. I’m learning who you are.”

She sniffles and looks up at me with red-rimmed eyes. “And who am I?”

“My wife,” I purr against her neck. “My beautiful, sexy, gorgeous wife.”

The sound of those words would have been scary four months ago but saying them now feels natural, feels right.

I crave her, even when she’s begging me to take away her pain. When her lips press against the hollow of my throat and her hand drifts down my chest and brushes against my cock, I groan. She strokes me lightly in her hand; it doesn’t take long for me to harden. I can’t help myself when my body is next to hers so intimately.

We roll gently until she’s on her back, and I’m kneeling reverently between her parted thighs. When our eyes connect, hers are softened but full of want. She teases me in a way only she can, by running her hands shyly over her breasts and watching me through a flutter of her lashes.

This is how I want her, always, and when I slide back into her soaked pussy, we both moan because this is how we should be forever.

29

Yael

Zev doesn’t leave;he stays. He gives me what I ask for but does it on his terms. I asked for the wolf, for the rough, demanding side of him, and instead, he protected me with his body, letting me use him up for my own needs.

He holds onto me tightly after everything has been settled between us and we let our bodies speak. My hands trace small circles on his hard, broad chest, and every so often, I place my lips over his heart, hoping one day it will become mine.

“Marriage is more than getting pregnant and having children,” he murmurs as he strokes my hair. “I know what you’re taught in school and what the community expects of you, but it’s not real, Yael.”

He picks up my hand and places it over his chest. His heart beats steadily against my palm. “This is real, Yael. You’ve changed me in four months. I like you.”

Warmth spreads through my body. “You do?”

“If I didn’t, I’d give you exactly what you want and move on.” He shifts me but keeps his grip tight. “Let’s start with the house, okay? We’ll move away from the gossip and drama, where we can simply be Yael and Zev together.”