Page 24 of Unholy Union
She slips out from under my arm, turning toward the rest of the suite, which is the bedroom portion—a huge CaliforniaKing bed with thousand thread count sheets, a cascade of pillows and a heavy duvet, a nightstand and lamps on either side, and another panoramic window offering a skyline view of Manhattan.
There’s even another fireplace underneath a wide screen Smart TV mounted to the wall.
I grit my teeth to stave off impatience and trail after her, taking a moment to admire her plump little ass in her panties.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says, her back turned on me. “Tonight will be my first time.”
“That’s one hell of a wedding gift. But I’m not exactly surprised.”
“You’re… not?”
I take a second to drag my hand across my jaw, choosing my words carefully. “Let’s just say your father made it clear—without saying it directly—that his daughter was…untouched.”
The tension seems to seep away from her posture. She processes what I’ve said, her expression tightening at first ’til her features relax.
Then she’s meeting my gaze with that same flirty, seductive glint she’d had when she’d first appeared in her lingerie.
If Sabrina had any reservations, she abandons them all at once.
She strides toward me, moving so fast her curls swing off her shoulders. Her breasts bounce in the lacy, beaded bra encasing them. She rushes toward me on her shapely, bare stems made longer by the heels she’s in, and throws herself at me.
I’m left no choice but to catch her.
My arms wrap around her as she crushes her lips against mine and kisses me hard.
Not like a shy, unsure, first-time bride would. But like a seductive, confident siren would.
It catches me off guard for half a second as I take her in my arms and her feet leave the ground. Her soft breasts press against my chest. Her hands lift to my hair, fingers sliding through my dark strands.
Immediately, it’s obvious my little bride’s an excellent kisser.
She’s playful and eager, nipping at my lips, teasing and taunting me like a true seductress.
I’m playing catch up ’til a deep rumble sounds from my chest and I tighten my grip on her thighs. I hoist her up and around me, so her silky bare thighs are notching at my waist, and then I plant a deep kiss on her lips.
They’re soft just like the rest of her.
I draw them between my teeth and bite lightly, now the one to catch her by surprise. Her heart skips in her chest. I can feel it pressed up against mine.
It sends a predatory jolt of satisfaction through me, like a hunter about to go in for a kill.
My mouth seals over hers as I devour her. Our kisses deepen, both of us quickly losing control. We’re gripping at each other, breathing heavily, desperately seeking more.
My adrenaline’s fucking going crazy.
We’re standing still, yet it feels like the room’s spinning.
I wrap her curls up in my fist and tug hard, pulling her head back. My mouth leaves hers, crossing the soft curve of her jaw, dragging down her throat.
She moans and shudders in my arms. They’re low, breathy sounds and small, quaky vibrations.
Sabrina clings to me harder, nails sinking into my shoulders.
She wants this so damn bad. So damn much she’s giving in.
I’ve started moving us toward the bed before I even realize I am. We’ve both stopped thinking; this is pure impulse, just two beings letting lust take over.
Hunger throbs below my belt, leaving my cock unbearably rigid in my pants. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hard; I can’t even remember the last time I’ve wanted to fuck a woman this much, if ever.
