Page 95 of Bride By Initiation

The chanting turns to only the women moaning, "Oh." The men continue groaning, "Ah." The thumping of feet continues.

A need sparks to life inside me, so intense my knees wobble. I've never experienced anything like it before, nor did I know something so powerful could consume me.

Sean drops his dress shirt, still watching me.

My gaze drifts to his defined pecs, sculpted biceps, and the V of his torso. Then he unbuttons his pants and draws down his zipper, and butterflies fill me to the point I can barely breathe.

His slacks slide down his toned thighs, displaying his half-erect cock.

Time seems to stand still. My pulse skitters as the reverberations in the air penetrate every cell in my body.

Sean breaks my trance, stepping closer and spinning me to face the rest of the arena.

I gasp, staring at the huge crowd of masked members of this world I know nothing about but was determined to join.

Sean's lips hit the curve of my neck, sending a shock wave of tingles down my back and straight to the ache between my thighs. He slowly unlaces the back of my corset, kissing my shoulders, then murmuring in my ear, "You've always been so fucking beautiful, you know that?"

I inhale a deep breath and turn my head, glancing into his eyes.

He gives me a chaste kiss, then he pushes my barely-there dress down my body. He studies me as the night air hits the front of my exposed body, and his warm frame heats my backside.

My nipples harden. My legs shake, and I swallow hard, glancing at his lips.

He steps closer, locks his arm around my waist, and his cock pushes into my back. Then he grasps my chin, pressing his thumb to the pulse in my neck. He tilts my head, holding it so I can't move, forced to stare at the crowd.

Heat floods my veins. I inhale sharply, holding my breath, my pulse climbing higher and higher.

His hot breath tickles my ear. His tongue teases my lobe. He declares, "All these people want you, my little brat. But you're mine now, and this group of strangers is staring at my wife's perfect, curvy body. So when we get home, I'm spanking your flawless fucking ass for getting yourself into this mess."

Adrenaline-spiked pulsations attack me. My thighs shake, but he holds me against him with his forearm.

He tilts my chin so I'm refocused on him, and adds, "They can't have you, my pulse. You're my wife now. I'm the only one who gets you."

Every sensation feels overloaded. My lips tremble.

He called me his pulse.

I'm married to Sean O'Malley.

For life.

His eyes darken. As if he can read my thoughts, he adds, "For eternity."

I gape at him, unable to move or speak.

Then his mouth and tongue take over, adding more fuel to the fire, burning my existence to ashes.

He spins me so I'm facing him, deepening our kisses, one palm gripping my ass, his other hand fisting my hair. His possession over me taunts me into wanting more until my body's aching and my arousal slides down my thighs.

The erotic moans of the arena heighten. The air between us turns balmier.

Sean retreats, his chest heaving, lips parted. He releases me, steps back, and assesses me, his gaze slowly drifting from my face to my toes. Then it moves back up until his greens glow with a look I've caught glimpses of but never been allowed to fully receive.

He’s a bad boy concoction of a monster and a prince, meditating on the fight over his next move.

The chanting quiets, the stomping getting faster and louder, and grunts flare around us in unison.

Sean's eyes turn wicked. He steps closer, the back of my knees hit the mattress, and I fall onto the bed. He leans over me, his large frame casting a shadow around us, his forearms bracketing my cheeks.

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