Page 8 of Midnight Wedding

“I could have. I didn’t.”

“You wanted to.” He bites softly, and I yelp and pull his hair. “All that money? Don’t pretend like you weren’t tempted.”

“Being tempted and doing it are different things.”

“You’re doing it right now.”

I groan in frustration. He smirks, enjoying himself, as he moves between my legs and kisses my thighs. “I’m curious, okay? I can’t help myself.”

“You’re curious about me?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s dangerous.” He reaches my panties with his mouth and slowly he pushes them aside.

My heart’s pounding in my chest and my cheeks are numb with how badly I want him.

“Yeah, well, story of my freaking life.”

He murmurs something and slides his fingers up and down my pussy. I groan at how good it feels to be teased like that. I’m so wet he easily slides them inside of me. “What did you say?” I gasp, pushing into him.

“I said, you have a beautiful fucking pussy,” he says, and his mouth smothers me.

Holy shit.

Bliss slams into my spine. He licks and sucks my clit, tongue lapping up and down along my folds. He pushes it inside of me and yep, my god, that’s absolutely incredible. His mouth demolishes me, licks me like a god, eating me until my brain’s absolute mush.

“And you taste like fucking heaven,” he snarls.

That does it. Triggers absolutely pulled.

I come against his mouth. He likes that and keeps going, fingers fucking me through my orgasm until I think I might black out. When I blink and the world resolves into something resembling his face and the room behind him, there’s a big smirk on his lips, and his shirt’s off.

Muscles. Tattoos. And scars. So many scars. Ugly, knotted scars, long knife scars, burn marks. The ink connects those knots of lightened tissue in pictures, a portrait of hate and pain. A wolfwith blood dripping from its fangs. A knife through a realistic heart.

He wasn’t kidding. This guy’s absolutely trouble.

And he also just gave me the best orgasm of my life.

He pulls me on top of him. I’m breathing hard as he takes off my bra and my top. His mouth explores my lips, my neck, and my nipples as he shimmies out of his pants. His thick, hard cock rubs against my pussy and I reach back to stroke him?—

And oh, fuck, he’s absolutely huge.

My eyes widen with shock. His hand grips my hair and pulls until I gasp in pain and pleasure.

“Something wrong?” he murmurs. “Something you don’t like?”

“No,” I whimper. His fingers tease me between my legs as I roll my palm around his tip, smearing it with precum.

“Lick that clean,” he whispers.

I stare in surprise. Then he grabs my wrist and raises it to my lips.

I lick it and he watches, his gaze burning.

Then he turns and rolls me over. His cock plunges inside of me and my brain absolutely breaks.

Little pieces of me shatter all over his room as he plunges in deeper, spreading me wide.

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