The Villain’s Beloved by Bella J.

10

It happened so fast,it felt surreal.

Did Elijah and I just get married? The priest, the velvet ribbon, and those beautiful words weaved together with the magic of the ancient ground we stood upon had me soaring in this dream-like state while the energy of a joy I had never experienced before filled me up.

Elijah’s arms wrapped around my waist, his hard length rubbing against my stomach as he pressed me tightly against him, grinding his hips, making his intentions known.

His kiss was fire, an act of love steeped in the deepest pools of passion, claiming my mouth as if he tasted me for the first time.

Slowly, his fingers swirled behind my back as he wound up the fabric of my dress. “Since this is our wedding night, I’m going to give you the choice.”

“What choice?” I breathed against his wet lips.

With a gentle stroke of his cheek against mine, his five o’clock shadow brushed against my skin. “Whether I take you back to the hotel and make love to you all night.”

“Or?” I leaned into him, swept away and drugged on desire.

“Or…” A greedy hand slipped from my waist to cup my breast, and I arched my back, “I fuck you right here, right now…hard and fast.”

A gasp slipped past my lips as I pushed my body forward, deeper into his touch as he kneaded my breast, pinching my hardened nipple scratching against the silk of my dress.

“It’s your choice, wife.”

My insides coiled. Wife.

There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he stared at me, giving me a glimpse of his hunger—a desire to get burned to fucking ash. And God knew, I was right there next to him, ready to be consumed by the flames.

I slid my arms around his neck, leaning into him, placing my lips against his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, his hand snaking up my back. “As a newly married wife…” I grazed my teeth against his jaw, and his hand reached my hair, fisting and tugging my head back abruptly. I smiled, the flames now an inferno of unstoppable desire. “I’d like my husband to fuck me right here, right now.”

A growl tore from his throat, and my back was against the wall before I could inhale my next breath, his tongue assaulting mine with a kiss so hard it left no room for doubt of exactly what his intentions were. Hard and desperate hands clawed at my dress, pulling it up and around my waist, strong fingers grabbing my panties.

My skin burned. My core throbbed. I wanted him hard, raw, hot, and all at once. There was no stopping the moans that rolled from my lips as he slipped his hand between us, pulling his cock out of his pants. The anticipation that throbbed between my legs, my sex aching and needy, had me ready to tear at his goddamn skin if it meant getting him inside me faster.

“I’m not going to play with you, little cellist.” With a jerk, he pulled my leg up and forced me to wrap it around his waist.

“Good.” I weaved my fingers through the back of his head. “Because I won’t be a happy wife if you did.”

His lips crashed against mine with such force, my head collided painfully with the wall behind me. With a hard, sharp jab he rammed his cock into me, my back scraping against the rough wall. The stone could draw blood for all I cared—I felt no pain, only this intense ache that had my body desperate for release.

The sheer savagery that erupted from our hot kisses and his cock ramming into me with rapid thrusts of his hips left my mind possessed, unable to think fucking straight. It was just one haze of fuckery and fornication—two people wholly swept away by the need to ravage and be ravaged.

“God, I love you, woman,” he whispered next to my ear, both his hands flush against the wall, his hips flexing and thrusting. “I want to fuck you like this every goddamn day.”

I moaned, the ecstasy of feeling the delicious pressure between my thighs filling me to the brim. Every inch of his length was inside me, pounding in and out, making sure I felt my walls wrap around him, the tip of his cock reaching so fucking deep it hurt. But it hurt to the point of pleasure—an insane contradiction that could only be experienced when immersed within this high. A state of euphoria where I wanted to stay forever. With him. Alone. Let the entire fucking world burn down around us.

But it felt different now. Somehow, having him inside me, filling me, stretching me, fucking me. Maybe it was the fact that we were bound by God now, no longer two individuals, but one entity. Two hearts beating as one.

With the skirt of my dress bunched up around my waist, I too flexed my hips, squirming against him, my body primed and ready for pleasure. I was no longer the woman he took captive and held against her will. I was no longer the woman who fought against the fire his touch left on my skin, or the girl who hated that she wanted this monster. I was his wife now. His equal. My life was now his as much as his life was mine. There was nothing that divided us anymore, which made this so much more intense and profoundly euphoric.

Elijah bit down on my lip, the metal taste of my own blood bursting on my tongue. At once his grueling thrusts ceased, and he stared down at me, rolling his hips, slowly sinking back inside me.

“I want you to look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

He shook his head, slipping out of me before sliding back in so damn slow, I moved my waist, wanting his hard body to push against my core. “Don’t close your eyes when you come.”

“Elijah—”

Impatient hands snaked around my thighs as he pulled me up against the wall, forcing me to wrap both legs around him. There was no time to think or speak as he impaled me, going deeper than he ever had before, and I cried out as the pressure and pain morphed into the most pleasurable rapture I had ever experienced.

The low thrum of his grunts and groans, and the intoxicating scent of sex had me at the brink of complete delirium. But I kept my eyes open and locked with his, perspiration beaded on his forehead, jaw ticking as he held on to his last ounce of control, waiting for me to tip over the edge.

And I did.

My body was torn in fucking half with a climax that surged through every muscle. Pleasure had my sex clenching his cock, and he cursed, his thrusts wild and erratic as he chased his own release, until his cock jerked inside me, filling me to the brim.

Our chests rose and fell rapidly as we tried to catch our breath. My body hummed with adrenaline, and every inch of my skin he touched was electrified.

He eased me down to my feet. As if he knew I had no strength left in me to stand, he snaked an arm around my waist and held me up against him.

“I swear to you now, there will never be a single moment in your life when you’ll doubt my love for you. Every day I will remind you again, and again, and again.”

He brushed his lips across mine, barely touching, my skin hyperaware of him and that constant sensual pull between us. Even now, post-euphoria, my body still wanted him. My lips still wanted to kiss him, fingertips caressing his chest. It would never be enough for me. There was no scenario I could think of where I’d be sated and have my fill of this man. Ever.

Elijah pulled his tie from his collar and kept his eyes locked with mine. A gasp swept across my lips as he reached between my legs, wiping my sex with his tie.

“As much as I’d love to sit at the dinner table thinking of my cum between your legs, I don’t think you’d be very comfortable.” He shot me a sly grin, easing the soft fabric across my sensitive folds, one gentle stroke at a time. “But when we get home, your cunt better be ready for me. Until then,” he slipped the dirty tie into his pants pocket and held his hand out to me, “let’s go to dinner, Mrs. Mariano.