Page 21 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

“Oh, just because I have a ring on my finger doesn’t mean you get to boss me about. But I’ll take the piggyback.” The laughs continue.

People are staring as we make our way through the casino tables to the elevators. Zed keeps falling forward which makes me shriek which in turn attracts more attention, but neither of us give a shit. We are so high on life, it’s ridiculous.

The minute the doors close, he lowers me down and is instantly on me, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my arms until he gets to my hand which is now embellished with the spectacular sapphire. He stares at it for a long moment and then looks into my eyes.

I think he’s going to say something profound, something deep and meaningful, but he just bursts out laughing.

“Can you believe we have just gotten married? It’s fucking crazy. Amazing, but crazy.” He has a huge smile on his face.

“Actually, I can. I was there, remember? Zed…? I don’t know if it’s the piggyback or the elevator, but I feel really weird.”

“Hey, that’s strange, so do I… I’ll get us a drink of water when we get in the room. I can’t have you sick, not on our wedding night.”

When we get to our rooms, he swipes the key card and opens the door. When he stands up straight, I can’t help but notice those enormous arms. Those crazy forearms and his shirt pulled tight across his chest. So tight, that I can make out those beautiful pecs. Oh god. I am in trouble.

He catches me looking at him and smiles broadly.

“See something you like, Mrs. O’Brien?”

“Hmm mm.” I nod. I can’t take my eyes off him. His chiselled jaw, those dark-as-night eyes, and the jet-black hair make him look Italian or Spanish. Dear God!

He takes two steps toward me, and I don’t know why, but I take two steps away until my back bangs on the door.

His eyes never leave mine until he gives my whole body a sweeping glance.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, East.”

I don’t get a chance to think never mind respond. His mouth takes mine so gently, his tongue sweeping across my bottom lip to open my mouth. His kiss becomes more insistent and determined.

His hands wrap around my waist as he lifts me up and carries me away from the door. My arms automatically find his neck and hair, and my legs are fixed firmly around his waist. My need for him to touch me is getting unbearable. I want his hands all over my body.

“I’m going to make love to you, my beautiful wife, like I should have done last night. I am going to give you something to remember for the rest of our married life.”

Then, he kisses me again as he lays me down on the bed. My heart is racing as he starts to undo the buttons on my dress. Patience is not his strong point because after fumbling for a few seconds, he rips the dress apart, exposing my breasts. His eyes widen.

“All this time and you didn’t have a fucking bra on?” He grumbles as he bends and takes one nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and nipping with his teeth while his other hand teases and caresses my throat and collarbone. Oh hell. This is too much.

Another swift pull on my dress, and I’m laid on the bed with only my panties covering me. He stands and takes in my whole body that is now practically naked.

I’ve never been on display like this before. I’ve never let a man take the lead, but I can’t seem to find the inner strength to say no because it’s exactly what I want. I know that if I did say no, he would stop immediately. I don’t want that. I want him, and the more he looks at me like he wants to eat me up, the more I want him inside me.

With one hand still tweaking at my nipple, he kisses down my centre gently and then bites hard on my hip bone.

“Ow!”

Fuck, that hurt. He glances up to meet my eyes, and a devilish smile appears on his face. Then, he kisses it better, and the sting turns into a tingle. A tingle that shoots straight to my clit and makes it throb. Oh, Jesus.

He gives a sharp tug, and my underwear is destroyed. I want to giggle, but I’m not a girl. I’m a married woman, and this man is my husband. I try not to giggle again. That is so weird.

His tongue traces circles and waves across my stomach, each lick and kiss going lower and lower. His finger traces gently between my folds so slowly it’s driving me crazy. I try to move, to show him what I want, but he raises his head and looks up into my eyes.

“You have to tell me what you want, East. If you want more than I’m giving, tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to make me come. I want you to do that thing with your mouth. I want you to make me scream.”

“Is that all?” He winks and lowers his head back down, his tongue sweeping gently up and down. Then, he pushes my thighs open wider, and I feel his tongue enter me. The motion of him licking and fucking me with his tongue makes me want it harder. My hands find his hair, and I pull his head down hard. I feel him smile, and the recognition to us both that we are both enjoying this gives me a confidence I have never had.

He slides one finger gently inside, and his tongue flicks gently on my clit. His eyes dart up to meet mine as he pumps slowly and inserts a second finger.

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