Page 56 of Midnight Danger

My lips twitched and a grin formed. “Does this mean we have to have boring married sex now?”

Xavier’s head lifted, his eyes blazing. “I’ve never been accused of boring sex in my life. Although I’ve never tried sex when married.”

My teeth bit into my bottom lip as my hands slipped from his waist to his ass. “I’ve never tried it myself. Know anyone who’s married I can experiment with?”

His head dipped until his lips skimmed my ear. “I might be able to find someone to help you out with that.”

In a heartbeat, Xavier lifted me and threw me over his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare ruin my dress or make-up,” I warned him.

“Fuck me, married an hour and already nagging,” Xavier teased, depositing me on the bed. “On your knees, baby, if you want to save that dress. Other than that, I don’t care who knows I claimed my conjugal rights.”

I pouted and fluttered my eyelashes. “Oh no! Please, husband, don’t claim your rights…” Maintaining eye contact with Xavier, I slipped off the bed and slowly turned and gathered my dress. I climbed onto the four-poster bed on my hands and knees, my dress around my waist.

Xavier’s finger traced along the edge of my red lace panties. “Did you like your shoes?”

A pair of red Jimmy Choo strappy sandals had been left for me this morning. I’d squealed when I found them. “I’m not taking them off.”

His chuckle made my stomach tighten. “I guess it is tradition that I consummate the marriage.”

“You need to make sure I’m a virgin,” I agreed.

“You’re a virgin alright. Verging on the ridiculous,” he muttered, his hands scanning my ass to make me arch my back and present myself to him. “I don’t know who was smiling on me when you walked into my life, but I am one fucking lucky man.”

Xavier widened my legs and pulled my panties down to my knees. I gasped when he teased me with his tongue, my legs trembling. My husband had the most talented tongue in the world and knew exactly how to use it.

“Zee,” I gasped, my fingers tightening in the bedspread.

He leant over me, his cheek rubbing mine. “Yeah, baby?”

“I think you’re trying to kill me.”

“I’m saving that for tonight, make sure you eat plenty of calories.”

“Then you better hurry up so I can get some cake…” My mouth fell open in a silent scream when he buried himself to the hilt in me with one thrust. I never even heard his belt opening.

There was something definitely naughty about being on my hands and knees in my wedding dress with my panties down, and my husband inside me with our guests sipping champagne downstairs. “Our guests…” I tried to protest.

“Can wait,” Xavier finished.

His hips thrust against mine at a punishing pace, pushing me forward. The delicious friction of his piercing made me moan and point my toes, my spine stretching to ensure I felt all of him.

“You better not crease my dress.” I knew I was baiting him, but I couldn’t help myself, smiling when he leaned over me again, pressing me into the mattress.

“Keep this up, Mrs. Bartholomew, and I’m finally going to take this ass. Technically, I own it now.”

I deliberately dipped my lower back so my ass was more pronounced, and he groaned in my ear. “You’re fucking killing me.”

“Welcome to my world,” I managed to whimper as he ground his pelvis against mine, rubbing all the right spots with that magical piercing, and making my eyes cross.

Xavier reared back, his hands grasping my hips, before he pounded into me.

Claiming me.

Dominating me.

Possessing me.

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