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“I…” She doesn’t finish that thought.

The tip of my cock is at her entrance instinctively, like we’re natural together. No fumbling. I’m notched into the right place and then I’m staring into her gentle blue eyes, and pushing into her.

I’m helpless and I’m the aggressor. I’m utterly in her thrall.

5

DUNCAN

“Take it,” I order her as she’s too tight to push through.

A wounded noise escapes her.

I drive harder, not saying what we both know: this is what she signed up for. Free use. Any time.

She said she wanted to get pregnant, and she knew the conditions. I wanted her at the first opportunity, and that’s on this cold black onyx floor.

I force my way in, watching her face for any sign of reluctance as surprise fills her eyes. Shock at how big I am and how uncompromising.

“So tight,” I grunt as I press in, inch by inch. She’s biting her lip until it’s white, holding in the squeak of pain. But she doesn’t say nae. She doesn’t try to stop me.

“Breathe,” I tell her, my gaze never leaving her face. Then I shove deeper, right to the hilt. She gasps and we’re totally joined, as close as two people can be.

Apart from the fact we’re both fully clothed.

I pause, some residual part of me not completely overcome. Blythe sucks in air and stares up at me as though transfixed. We remain like that until she gives a jolting nod. Only a quarter of an inch of movement.

It’s permission, and I fucking take it.

I draw back and plunge into her, harder and faster than I should. Our bodies slam together, shoving her onto the unyielding marble. I’m harder than stone inside her, throbbing and angry. I do it again, and again, the pleasure sharp and heady. She’s tight and wet and velvet. Soft, so soft, and yet gripping me like no woman ever has. She’s a cocktail of drugs that make me crazier with every addictive stroke of my body into hers. I take her quicker, tense desire screwing into my spine each time I thrust.

I’m feral.

Now she’s my wife, and she promised free use. I have precisely what I want. And what I want is everything.

My breath is harsh in the echoey foyer. There’s the brutal slap of my skin on hers as I pound her into the stone floor.

I reach for her clit, cramming my hand into the non-existent space between us. Part of me longs to apologise. An even larger part wishes I could shout that I love her, and I’m sorry, and that I’m so obsessed I can’t help myself. But sex is the only communication of my adoration I permit.

As I ram uncompromisingly into her soft wetness, I find that little nub and I stroke. The effect is instant. She tightens yet more, as though attempting to strangle my orgasm out before I can give her what she needs.

Then she breaks, pulsing around my shaft, and crying out her pleasure as she tugs at the sides of my suit jacket. I’m still watching her fathomless blue eyes as my climax barrels out, seeming to originate at the sensitive tip of my cock, my balls, my pelvis, and my heart, simultaneously.

I pump my seed into her in pulses of orgasm so intense they shake the broken shards of my soul right out of my body and into hers. I might have extracted a vow of free use from Blythe, but as my vision blurs and all I can see is the blue of her eyes, I know it’s me who is her slave. I belong to my wife entirely.

On the fourth or fifth or billionth wracking spurt, I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the bergamot scent of her shampoo, to muffle my groans and prevent myself from revealing how much more than convenient this marriage is to me.

And when that’s not enough, and the pleasure threatens to stop my heartbeat, I bite. I sink my teeth into her neck, and she cries out again. I suck at her tender flesh as though I could steal back the essence of myself I’m giving her.

But I can’t. She has it all.

I’m still shaking when the thought that it’s over occurs to me. I’ve had my wife for the first time. She’s warm and still beneath me.

I gather up my wits, and draw back. There are so many things I want to say. Words of love and gratitude and apology.I love you. I needed that so much, thank you. I’ll make it better for you next time, but I have to have you again, and soon. You have my heart and my soul, and I’ll love you until the sun caves in on itself and becomes a black hole.

Instead, I pull out and quickly tuck my still achingly-hard cock away.

She lets out a little startled sound and wriggles beneath me. “It feels…”