Page 137 of Too Far

Because she is. She was. And now, she always will be.

Her mouth fuses to mine again as she unleashes savage kisses. I groan, savoring each and every fucking one, letting the heat of her loathing coat my insides and lick up my spine like uncontrollable flames.

She bites up and down my neck and claws at my back with such ferocity I swear she’s trying to break skin.

“Enough.” With a growl, I throw her onto the bed. Then I make quick work of losing my clothes.

“Strip and spread, Mrs. Crusade.”

Fury flares in her light blue eyes. “I never said I would take your last name,” she contends.

I shuck off my boxer briefs and stand tall, completely naked before her. Gripping my cock, I give it a few pumps.

She’s furious at me, but still, she licks her lips and tracks the movement of my hand as I palm my length and squeeze the tip.

“Oh yes you did.” I step closer and grab the hem of her shirt when she makes no moves to remove it herself. “You said you would be my wife—in name only.”

Her leggings come off next. I rip them down her legs, removing her panties and her socks in the process.

“Fuck,” I murmur, watching her breasts rise and fall with her labored breathing.

“Fine. Call me whatever you want. You know who I really belong to.”

Her words are cool and flippant, in complete juxtaposition to the way her nipples harden under my gaze.

I crawl onto the bed, and her legs fall open, welcoming me right where I want to be. Right where she refuses to admit she wants me.

I nudge the tip of my cock at her opening and pull back to admire the sight of her arousal coating the tip. The way her hips tilt up, seeking more, makes my heart hammer so hard in my chest I worry it’ll pound its way right out.

She wants me.

I want her.

And right now, on the night before our wedding, with no one else present and nothing left to keep us apart, I’ll do the one thing I rarely allow myself to do.

I’m going to take what I want.

“Let me see what’s mine, wife.”

The hatred in her eyes is enough to light this whole cabin on fire. Yet her legs fall open wider. Then her back arches off the mattress and her fingertips graze her nipples.

Gripping my cock at its base, I glide it through her folds again, rubbing the tip over her clit.

“Your sass tells me one thing, Siren. But look how wet you are for me.”

“Fuck,” she murmurs just loud enough for me to hear.

So I do it again. And again and again and again. The crown of my dick tingles from the repetitive, blunt prods against her clit.

The prettiest pink blush blooms across her chest and up her neck, then transforms the color of her cheeks. And fuck if her sex isn’t blushing for me, too. Glistening and dark, so fucking ready for me. It might be the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.

I skim my thumbs over her wet, warm pussy lips, spreading them open and staring at her perfect pink hole. “Look how needy and desperate you are for me. So responsive to your husband’s cock.”

Her eyes shoot open at that word.Husband.

Since I’ve got her attention, I take the opportunity to slide all the way home while she’s watching me.

There’s little resistance thanks to her wetness, but the grasp of her walls around me is even more exquisite than I remembered.