Page 37 of A Raven Reformed

“I’m the one who administers the spankings,” he growled. He unhooked her corset and allowed it to fall to the floor. “Understood?”

Her throat moved as she swallowed, her breath beginning to tremble with anticipation. “Yes, my lord.”

He wanted her vulnerable and submissive, the way she’d been the first time he’d spanked her. Well, the first time she’d actually wanted him to spank her. He led her over and wrapped her hands around the bedpost.

“These don’t move from here,” he said, just as he had before. “Understood?”

“Yes, my lord.” This time, no fear shadowed her eyes, instead they shimmered with barely contained desire.

Michael guided her hips back until she was bent over, reaching for the bedpost over her head. Most of her bottom was covered by her drawers, and although last time he’d left them in place for her own comfort and his sanity, this time, he wanted them out of the way. He reached underneath her belly and untied them.

“Step out,” he said after pushing them to the floor. He kicked them away and quickly brought his hand down on her backside. Only the thin fabric of her chemise protected it now. A surprised gasp escaped her lips. She’d probably been expecting a bit more of a lead up.

“How many strokes do you think you deserve for parading around in your nightclothes in front of my friends?” His palm clapped hard against the other side of her bottom.

“I—I don’t know. I’m sorry, my lord. I won’t do that again.”

“Mmmm. That’s the right answer.” He pushed her chemise up over her back, bringing his hand down once more on each side of her now bare bottom. Pink began to stain the skin as he watched. Panting breaths signaled her excitement as he soothed and massaged the tender flesh.

“This body,”—he bent over her from behind, pushing his hands along her skin until her breasts filled both of his palms—“this body belongs to me. No one else gets the privilege of viewing it.” He rolled both of her nipples firmly between his fingers, forcing a tormented moan from her throat. “Understood?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, my lord.”

“Good girl,” he growled in her ear before straightening. He nudged her feet apart and rubbed his throbbing length against her slick folds. Her body trembled and her breathing hitched as she rocked her sensitive nub against him begging him for more. Tonight, he was finally going to do what he’d so longed for the last time she was bent over at the foot of his bed.

He plunged into her, burying himself in her body.

“Yes,” she sighed, pushing back against him.

Pleasure hurtled through his body as he took her. Her moans escalated with each thrust, pushing his own pleasure higher and higher.

“Harder, Michael!”

He pounded into her, their bodies slapping. Her legs began to shake, and he knew she was close. Thank God, because he was barely holding on, himself.

“That’s it, love. Come for me.”

She did. Screaming out her pleasure as her body contracted around him. He gripped her hips with all his remaining strength, and with a roar, his own orgasm battered him. Wave after wave of pleasure exploded through him. His body depleted of its strength, he was barely able to keep them both upright.

Slowly, he reached his good arm beneath her and helped her to stand, pulling her tightly against him.

“Good girl,” he purred, lazily running his tongue up the side of her neck.

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Michael woke just before dawn, Belle’s arm draped across his chest. He could happily stay like that for the rest of the day. Somehow, this beautiful, wonderful, delicious woman was his wife. God, his passions were already stirring just thinking about how he’d taken her before they’d collapsed into bed. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just laze about with his wife all day. But as soon as they tracked down the son of a bitch who’d shot him, and dispensed justice, he was determined to spend some time doing just that.

Carefully, he extricated himself from her embrace and slid out of bed. He was going to need some strong coffee to get through the day, but first, there was the matter of washing his hair. He smiled remembering why it hadn’t been washed last night. Somehow, she was the perfect wife for him. He would have been bored with a meek little mouse. But that was certainly not Belle.

She didn’t submit to him out of fear. She was every bit as aroused by receiving his spankings as he was by administering them, and was happy to embrace it. In the short time they’d been married, she had grown from an innocent, petulant child, into this glorious woman. Or perhaps it was only his perception of her that had changed, and she had always been glorious. His heart seemed to swell inside his chest. Was it with pride? Gratitude? He let out a long sigh. It was both of those things… and more.

What could be better than falling in love with one’s wife?

ChapterEleven

After having breakfast with Rosie, Belle excused herself with a headache and went to her room. She waited until Lizzie came, as she knew she would.

“I’m fine, Lizzie. I just need a bit of quiet time.”

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