Page 16 of Her Irresistible Husband

Star was his.

And he wanted the whole world to know it.

He released his hold on her wrists to reach for her breasts, and he had her writhing and clawing at the sheets as he began kneading her swollen globes through the thin fabric of her yellow dress. The material was soft beneath his palms, but not nearly as soft and supple as the ample flesh it covered.

Wynd waited until her restlessness reached its peak, her every movement dictated by desire, and her hips lifting instinctively toward him. He waited until she was moaning anew, lost in the sensations he was creating...and only then did he rip her dress with one decisive yank.

The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the quiet room, and her eyes flew open in shock, her body jerking beneath him.

"W-Wynd—"

She was unable to say anything else as his lips closed over one straining pink tip, the contrast of her pale skin against the dark bedding making her look like a goddess laid out for worship. He suckled hungrily, and her fingers drove through his hair, her grip tightening as she pushed the sensitive bud deeper into his mouth.

It was as if his mischievous angel of sunshine wanted to be devoured completely.

Ah, my troublesome little Star.

You don't know what you're asking for.

But since that was what she desired, then who was he to deny her?

Wynd moved to her other breast, and her body arched tautly as he lavished it with the same hungry attention. The way she responded to his every touch further eroded his control, his own rough pants filling the room as he clasped her narrow waist in his hands.

His lips moved further down, her shaken gasps heightening his arousal as he left a trail of soft, teasing kisses on her ribs. Herstomach. Her belly. He felt her body shudder as his mouth neared the juncture between her legs, and it almost made him smile.

Good.

His Star would soon learn she had to be careful with what her body wished for...lest someone indeed granted her very desire.

The scent of her arousal—sweet and musky and utterly feminine—made his mouth water as he positioned himself between her thighs. As soon as her body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against her most sensitive skin—

"Wynd!"

Once again, his Star was reduced to gasping his name, caught completely off guard as he ripped away the scrap of white lace covering her most intimate flesh.

This time, he didn't give her any chance to recover. His hands gripped her trembling thighs, prying them open, wider and wider until she was completely exposed to his hungry gaze, and his tongue had full access in stroking the creamy folds of her core.

His Star began to sob and writhe against the dark sheets, her hands fisting in the fabric as if she needed something to anchor herself to reality. But this time, he would not let the torment end until her need for him had driven her completely out of her mind.

He claimed her with his mouth, his tongue thrusting past the slick folds, and her body arched up off the mattress as if she'd been struck by lightning.

His tongue thrust in and out repeatedly, and she began to cry his name again and again even as she gripped his head so tightly it was as if she was begging for mercy and more torture in the same breath.

Though her lips pleaded for mercy, the rest of her body demanded for more, with the way she pressed herself against his mouth and how her thighs trembled around his head. Her body knew what her mind might not yet accept: she wanted him to ruin her, wanted more of the sensual torment that he alone could inflict.

His Star was exactly where he wanted her to be, and only when he saw that she was completely undone by her desire for him did Wynd give her the release she was begging him for.

His tongue thrust deep as he caught her swollen nub between his lips, sucking hard until she came with a soft, broken cry that echoed off the exposed beams of his ceiling.

"W-Wynd."

Just the sound of his name on her lips had his entire length throbbing violently against his trousers, and every shudder of her body made him grit his teeth against the urge to bury himself inside her right here, right now.

Patience, Sullivan.

He had given her his word.

He would only take her virginity on their wedding night.

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