Page 7 of Cuffing His Bride

Amelia

The moment his fingers brush against my back, I shiver. His hands working at the dress feel better than I could have ever imagined.

“These buttons are impossible,” he whispers into my ear, his deep, raspy voice sending even more shivers down my spine.

“Hunter, if it’s too much trouble, I can get you some scissors to—”

“No need for that,” he whispers just as I feel his fingers dig into the fabric. Before I can ask what’s happening, the sound of fabric tearing fills the room. I feel the heavy material fall to the floor, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. I don’t bother looking down to see how much damage has been done to the dress.

The looming presence behind me stays. I can’t help the shiver that tracks down my spine. I wonder if he’s affected the way I am, or if I’m reading a little too much into the situation. I’ve never stood so open and exposed to someone like this before. It’s doing all sorts of things to me. Part of me wants him to be as affected as I am, for his breath to grow labored just so I’m not the only one suffocating in this tension.

Suddenly, I feel warm hands on my back, caressing their way around my waist before going up to cup my breasts. I close my eyes and fall back into his chest.

“Hunter,” I whisper, sucking in a sharp breath as his thumb brushes over my sensitive nipples. My pussy throbs with need as he caresses me, his voice and scent filling me with want.

“I bet that dress was cutting off blood flow,” he hums in my ear. “Does this help, with circulation?”

“A little,” I manage. I let my head fall back against his chest as he lowers one of his hands to the pulsing heat between my thighs. My body shudders when he runs his fingers over my wet folds.

“You’re so wet. Is this all for me, kitten?”

“Yours,” I whimper. “Only yours. No one’s ever touched me like this.”

He growls, dropping his head to my neck and nipping at the delicate skin there. I can’t help moaning out into the darkness of my apartment.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Yes!” I gasp as his thumb teases over my clit, drawing out blinding pleasure from me. I’ve never felt like this before.

“Let’s get one thing clear, kitten” he growls, grasping my chin with his callous hand and sweeping the slick thumb across my bottom lip, before slipping it inside to press down on my tongue. “Tonight, you belong to me. Only me.”

And suddenly, his mouth is on mine, his tongue pressing into my mouth to help me understand all the ways he wants to claim me. He groans against my lips, dropping his hands to my ass to lift me up. I wrap my legs around him and let out a low whine when my nipples brush against the rough material of his shirt. He drops his head to my neck, gently sucking at the skin, drawing more broken sobs from my lips.

Maybe we’re moving too fast, but I can’t get myself to care. Doing this with Hunter feels right, more than any choice I’ve made today, perhaps ever. If this is what passion is supposed to feel like, I’m not sure if I’ll ever find it with anyone else. It’s perfect.He’sperfect.

“I want to be inside you,” Hunter whispers roughly. “I want to push my cock into your wet little pussy and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Wetness pools between my thighs at his words. His hands tighten against my ass when I try to grind against him, just to relieve the ache between my legs.

“Careful kitten. You’re mine, remember? Only I get to make you feel good,” he says, his voice deep and raspy as he kisses his way up my neck. “I’m going to taste you now. I just need you to promise me one thing.”

My head is almost too gone to make sense of whatever it is he is asking, but I nod anyway.

“Promise me you won’t come unless I tell you to.”

I push back to stare into his blue eyes. “But—”

Hunter slowly lowers me to my feet, and I stare at him in confusion. His piercing gaze doesn’t leave mine as he drops to his knees. He trails a hand up my thigh and pushes my legs apart, exposing my aching pussy to him.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you,” he says, his eyes on mine as he trails a finger to my sex.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he admits, as he teases my clit with his thumb. “Back at the church, at the station, on the way here … It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

Pleasure shoots through me when he leans in and brushes his lips softly over my center. His hand rests on my thigh to stop me from grinding on him for more. I cry out in frustration when his lips tease me again.

“Patience,” he teases, but I can hear it in his voice. He is desperate for this just as I am.

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