Page 19 of The General's Bride

He watched her, an unreadable expression on his face and then his features softened. To her surprise he planted a kiss on her forehead. “It will be all right, love. I shouldn’t have rushed you. My only excuse was that I was eager for your scrumptious pussy.”

Zahn kissed the corners of her eyes. His tenderness was a side of him she hadn’t expected. Had he called her love? Maybe she’d just imagined it. Paris lay beneath him, adjusting to his impressive size in silence.

She wanted to be angry with him for what he’d just done, but she couldn’t, not when he was displaying this warm, gentle side.

He traced her jaw line so lovingly.

Her lips trembled when he ran his thumb across them.

“Let me make this better for you, London.” He slid his index finger across her clit.

Heat began to build up in the pit of her belly. Soon the pain faded, leaving pleasure in its wake. The sensation of being deliciously stretched was heady. She wiggled her hips, ready for him to move.

A smile tilted his lips. It was the first genuine one she’d seen from him.

“Beautiful. I think you’re ready for me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, ready to be his in every sense of the word.

He slowly moved inside of her.

Paris reveled in his strength and the warm heavy feel of him on top of her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his hipsand grabbed him to her. A sharp intake of breath caught in her throat. With each thrust, he moved deeper into her, taking Paris to the limits of passion.

Their eyes locked. The dark murky green of his was nearly black. Zahn’s thrusts grew more fierce and possessive.

She held on to him, her nails digging into his flesh.

Zahn grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head, holding them there.

“Mine! You’re all mine!” he growled, branding her.

Paris felt as if she was spiraling into a sea of unfathomable desire. She wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his silky black locks, but he was fully in charge. Lord, she was hot.

He buried his face against her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. “You’re mine,” he groaned again.

When her climax came, it was a burning inferno. She screamed her release, shaking uncontrollably. She’d had orgasms before through masturbation, but they were nothing like this. “Zahn! Oh, God!”

He continued to drive into her until he stiffened. A warm gust of his come shot up her channel.

“Oh, Princess,” he sighed, finally releasing her wrists. There was that name again.

Paris tried to pretend he didn’t say it, but he had and that changed everything.

The tears she’d allowed herself earlier were now back with a vengeance. She turned her head away. He only wanted her because he believed she was someone else.

Zahn frowned. “What’s wrong, London?”

She didn’t bother answering. The last time she tried to explain, he refused to believe her. There was no point in wasting her breath. It was like banging her head against a brick wall.

When Zahn relaxed his hold on her, she managed to wiggle from beneath him and slide off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

She turned her back to him, wrapping her arms around her body in a protective gesture. “That’s a silly question considering I have nowhere to go.” She expected him to say something, but he didn’t.

The silence was deafening. When the quiet stretched, she finally turned around to look at him. He was studying her in an odd way. “What?” She was suddenly self-conscious. Why was he staring at her like that?

“Where’s your tattoo?”

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