Sarah clung to him, thrilled by the eagerness of his kisses. She could barely wait for his molten mouth to reach her breast. She arched her back, thrusting her nipple up to him and urging him to feast even more.
He accepted her offering with another low growl, suckling so hard that she had to stifle a scream of pure delight. He didn’t spare her. His insatiable appetite was evident in the fierce tugs of his teeth, the painfully strong suction of his mouth.
The intense pains in her nipple corresponded to the sharp pangs of desire that shot straight to her womb. Her lower belly felt empty and achy. When he had gorged himself on one breast, she eagerly offered him the other.
This was so very different from the other times he had made love to her. The gentleness was gone. Instead of handling her with tender devotion, Brian was arrogant in his possession of her body. He handled her as if she already belonged to him, as if she had always belonged to him. He took what he wanted with ruthless purpose, flaunting his right to her flesh with every blatant caress.
Sarah was thrilled by his ferocity. She loved the fact that he was so desperate for her. She urged him on, encouraging him to let go and take whatever he wanted from her.
Her obvious acceptance only made him wilder. He abandoned any hesitation and simply seized what she was so blatantly offering him. He brusquely pushed her thighs wide apart and branded her with the heat of his searching hand as he slid one long probing finger inside her. He released her quivering nipple, rising above her to watch her face as he explored her most intimate flesh, claiming it for himself.
His eyes flared with possessive satisfaction when she bent her knees and flexed her hips, opening herself wider for his touch. His fingers were almost predatory in their mastery over her slick flesh.
Sarah’s heart raced. She was panting with excitement, arching against his hand as he squeezed a second finger into her tight sheath.
When Brian spoke, his voice vibrated with conviction, and the harshness of his tone sent a tingle down her spine.“This is your last chance to stop, Sarah. You had better be damned sure that this is what you want. If you aren’t, say so now, before we go any further.”
Sarah’s eyes widened as she stared up at him. There was no way to misinterpret his warning. She had never seen this side of him, this primitive, unyielding side of him. She could easily imagine that once provoked, Brian’s possessive nature would be a formidable force to be reckoned with.
She grasped his wrist and gently pushed, urging him to remove his hand from between her thighs. When he had done so, she nudged his shoulder, and Brian released her with a frustrated growl. He collapsed onto his back, feeling his gut clench into tight knots of pain as he waited for her to leave his bed.
He had made one last ditch effort to do the right thing, just in case she was married to another man. He had given her one last chance to retreat, and he was certain she would, leaving him desperately hungry.
Instead, Sarah grabbed the pillows, stuffing them beneath his back until he was propped up against the head of the bed. She straddled his waist and grasped one of his large hands in both of hers.
She met his startled gaze and gave him a siren’s smile, full of sweet promise. Her smile made it clear that he could have anything he wanted from her. She wasn’t frightened. She was eager, wanton, shameless in her desire to please him and to have him pleasure her.
“This is exactly what I want,” she whispered, enunciating the words slowly and clearly.“I want to be yours in every possible way.”
As she spoke, she led his hand back to her molten core. She used one hand to spread her outer lips wide apart and the other to trail his fingers through her dripping inner folds.
Brian watched, transfixed, as she used his hand repeatedly to stroke herself before she guided his fingers to her entrance. She raised one brow, inviting him to take what he wanted. She moaned with delight when he speared two fingers deep inside her, flicking her clit with his thumb. She leaned down and kissed him, putting her stamp of approval on his claim. There was no going back. She was his, and they both understood it.
He stroked her into a frenzy. When she was trembling and desperate with need, Brian gripped her waist and lifted her. He held her poised over his erection as he moistened the broad tip in her juices. He snared her gaze and held it as he eased her partway down, stopping only when she moaned softly from the pain of his penetration.
The heat of her seared him, and he gasped from the strength of her grip around the tip of his cock. He still had a long way to go before he was fully embedded in her body. It would be a tight fit. If she wasn’t a virgin, it would be difficult to work his way inside her. If she was a virgin, it was bound to be painful for her.
He knew that he could force his way in. With one brutal thrust, he could demand that her body accept him. He would never hurt her that way.
“Take me inside you, Sarah. Take me into your body and become mine and only mine.”
He released her waist and let his hands drop to her hips. Sarah stared at him nervously. She knew what had to be done and what it would mean. There was a real possibility that the man in her dream had some claim to her. He had said she belonged to him. She might even love him, if she could only remember him. If she went through with this, she would be walking away from the man in the visions and into Brian’s arms. Brian had left the ultimate decision in her hands.
She took a deep breath and eased further down, gasping from the increasing pain and pressure. She already ached from stretching to accommodate Brian’s shaft, and he wasn’t even halfway inside her yet. Her heart pounded in her breast.
Brian could see her pulse racing in the hollow of her throat. He waited, his breath lodged in his lungs. His masculine instincts were screaming for him to take her and get it over with, but he wanted her to accept him into her body of her own free will.
After several fraught moments, Sarah braced her hands on his chest and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, lifted slightly on her knees and plunged downward with one mighty stroke. She cried out as a searing pain sliced through her loins, making her clench her muscles in agony. She collapsed onto Brian’s chest, panting and mewling softly.
He stroked her hair, hugging her tightly against him. She had been a virgin, he was sure of it. He had felt her body give, the tissue rending as he had forged inside her. The revelation made his heart swell with joy and relief. She wasn’t someone else’s wife. She belonged only to him.
“You’re mine, Sarah. All mine.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
The burning pain finally faded, until it became only dull twinges of discomfort. Brian lifted her chin and met her eyes before he kissed her, softly and gently. Sarah sighed, losing herself once more in the pleasure of his mouth. He tightened his hands on her hips and lifted her, guiding her down gently, teaching her how to make love to him. The sensation of him stroking deep inside her was a shocking delight.
Sarah caught on to his rhythm, and she took over, riding him with abandon. She tilted her hips a certain way, and he scraped against her sensitive clit, making her moan. She repeated the maneuver, and her moan made him shiver. Her breasts bounced with the impact of her thrusts. Her nipples were swollen and hard, aching from the rough treatment he had given them.
“Offer me your breasts, Sarah. I want to taste them again.”
She eagerly complied, bracing her hands on the wall to either side of his head. In that position, her breasts hung above Brian’s face like ripe fruit. He cupped her breasts, kneading them even more possessively than he had done before. He grasped her already sore nipples, squeezing and twisting them, chastising them for their brazenness, scolding them for their greediness, claiming them as his own.
She watched his expression as he toyed with her breasts, loving the look of complete satisfaction on his handsome face. He handled her arrogantly, as if she had no purpose in life other than to please him. It thrilled her. She watched until he took her nipple into the scalding recesses of his mout
h. When he suckled hard, her eyes closed on a low moan.
He taunted and teased her, stoking her desire into a frenzy, all the while plundering her fiery, wet sheath to a steady rhythm. His movements seemed calculated to emphasize his exclusive right to enjoy her body.
When she was gasping for air, desperate for release, he rolled her beneath him and demanded her unconditional surrender. He drove into her, ruthlessly laying out the terms of their relationship with every masterly stroke.
She shattered, burying her face in the crook of his neck to stifle her scream. She clamped her inner muscles around him, signaling her acceptance.
He continued thrusting into her, forcing her body to ease around him as he ground ever deeper into her tight sheath. He drove her ever onward, growling as she climaxed again.
Still, he wasn’t satisfied. He gripped her hips, his fingers biting into her soft flesh to hold her in place. Then he rode her … hard and fast and deep. When she could barely breathe and was mindless with pleasure, he emptied his seed inside her, claiming even her womb as his own.
He caught her eye and held her gaze as he bathed her inner walls with seemingly endless hot bursts of his fluid, just as he had said he wanted to do.“You’re mine now, Sarah. You belong to me, and only me. Never forget it.”
The growling timbre of his voice made her shiver. Her throat was too clogged with emotion to speak, but she nodded her acceptance and stroked his cheek. He grunted and finally withdrew from her quivering depths.
He knelt between her thighs and spread them open wide. He ran his palms up the trembling inner faces. Even in the faint glow of the moonlight, he could see the dark smudges of blood on her inner thighs. His heart soared, seeing the evidence of her lost innocence. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her brow, and they feel into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter Five
Sarah came back to earth slowly, feeling a sense of wonder and peace that awed her. So this was what it felt like to be Brian’s woman. She grinned, slightly sorry for all the other women of the world who would have to settle for something less.
He had more than surpassed her fantasies. He had done all the things he said he would do and more. And although he had warned her that there would be no gentleness or tenderness, she knew he had lied. She remembered how patient he had been when he had first entered her virgin body. If he had been rough, he would have hurt her … badly. She couldn’t imagine any man being gentler or more caring in that moment than he had been.
Brian had rolled onto his back and pulled her halfway on top of him. Her head was resting on his broad chest, and his hand was possessively cupping her bottom. His deep, steady breathing told her that he was asleep.
She leaned her head back to look at him. Silvery moonlight gilded his features, imbuing them with a look of softness and vulnerability. A thick lock of inky black hair had fallen onto his forehead, making her fingers itch to comb it back into place. She blinked back happy tears as her heart filled with love for him.
Looking at him now, peaceful and relaxed beneath her, he looked like a perfect gentleman once more. It was difficult to believe he was the same man who had claimed her body so completely, so ruthlessly, so primitively just an hour before. She knew with certainty that she belonged to him, and she had absolutely no regrets.
She could feel the physical evidence of his possession. She was bruised and aching in several delicate areas of her body. He had said he would never let her go. The certainty that he wouldn’t made her smile. She loved those sensations. They reminded her of all the things Brian had done with her … all the things she wanted him to do again.
Her eyes clouded when she remembered the dream she had had earlier. The dream had unlocked strong emotions of fear, panic and a desperate desire to escape from something or someone. Now that she felt calm and safe, she analyzed the dream again, seeing the man’s actions in a different light than she had before.
Instead of seeming like a loving husband, she had a feeling he was preying on her, against her will. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to see his face clearly, but it was still an indistinct blur. Remembering the way he had handled her body made her shiver with revulsion. She opened her eyes with a shuddering sigh and found Brian watching her closely.
“What are you thinking about, my angel? You’d better not be having second thoughts.”
Sarah shivered with pleasure from the dark, arrogant tone of his voice. He was once again the conqueror. His tone of voice made it clear that it would do her no good to have doubts. He wouldn’t allow them. She had given herself to him. He had claimed her. The decision was final and irrevocable.
She rose onto her elbow, leaning down to kiss him. Her lips were soft and gentle, soothing his ruffled feathers, acknowledging his dominion, conceding to his demands.
She felt him relax beneath her, no longer poised for battle, but merely enjoying the spoils of his victory. His haughtiness made her smile as she ended the kiss. She stroked the hair back from his forehead, completely content to be where she was.
“No, Brian. I’m not having second thoughts. I was remembering a dream I had last night, just before I came to you.”
“Tell me about it,” he said, fluffing the pillows behind him and pulling her higher on his chest so he could see her face more clearly in the moonlight.
Sarah recounted the dream for him, blushing as she described how she had dreamed of him making love to her. Brian grinned as he watched her, but his grin faded when she told him about the man replacing him in her vision.
“I can’t be sure,” Sarah murmured thoughtfully, “but I have the feeling that man was forcing me against my will. I don’t think he loves me, and given the panic and fear I felt when I woke up, I don’t think I love him either.”
Brian reached to cup her cheek, running his thumb along her fine cheekbone. His eyes glowed with commitment as he stared into hers.
“Angel, I won’t let that man ever hurt you. You’re safe here with me. You know that, don’t you?” When she nodded, he tucked her hair back behind her ear.“We’re going to find out who you are, and as soon as we do, you are going to marry me.”
Her face lit briefly with joy, but then, her eyes dimmed once more. She sighed and looked down.
“How do you know I’m not already married?” she whispered.
Brian made an impatient sound and rolled to pin her beneath him. He nudged her thighs apart and eased gently inside her. She gasped and tensed slightly. He went slowly, conscious that she was likely still quite tender and sore.
Gradually, she relaxed. He was gratified to hear her soft sigh of pleasure as he carefully stroked further into her. He began thrusting into her gently, loving how she sweetly accepted him into her body.
“You and I both know you were a virgin, Sarah.” He trailed nibbling kisses along her neck, gripping her waist to hold her still for his languid thrusts.“You can’t possibly be married.”
Sarah was finding it hard to concentrate when he was penetrating her to a slow, steady rhythm. His lovemaking was once again gentle, reminiscent of their earlier encounters. This was nice, but she was in the mood for the fire, the wildness, the untamed ferocity he had shown after he had taken her virginity. Perhaps she could provoke him to give her more of that.
“What if I’m newly married but hadn’t consummated the vows yet?” she asked.
“Then you’ll just have to have that marriage annulled and marry me instead.”
“But what if I really do belong to another man? What if I love another man?”
She was purposefully inciting his possessive nature. She was eager for Brian to once again claim her as his own. She couldn’t wait to submit to him completely. Brian took the bait, growling low in his throat as he pulled her arms above her head and pinned them to the pillow, just like in her visions. However, instead of being frightened, she felt elated to be restrained by Brian.
He held both her wrists easily in one hand and grasped her breast in his other, kneading the plump globe. Her
nipple was swollen, still tender from his earlier savagery. His jaw was shadowed by a dayâs growth of beard. Brian held her breast and scraped his whiskers slowly and firmly over the delicate flesh of the tip, eliciting a gasp of pained surprise from Sarah.
She shivered with excitement. She loved the feeling of being helpless while he had his way with her. She was surprised to realize that the pain he inflicted corresponded with indescribable pleasure and caused her to feel achy and empty for him. She wanted him to thrust deeper and harder to fill that void. She desperately wanted more of his sweet torture.
Brian gave a bemused frown. He had meant to punish her for mentioning the possibility of another man in her life, but when she didnât flinch away, he repeated the maneuver, scraping her sore nipple even harder with his raspy whiskers.
Over and over, he abraded the tender nubbin, but Sarah didnât protest. Her nipple was quivering and red when he grasped it between his thumb and fingers and squeezed it firmly, not wanting to cause any real damage. He twisted it as cruelly as he dared, catching and holding her gaze.
He watched her reaction closely as he squeezed her nipple even harder. She whimpered but then moaned with pleasure. The tiniest hint of a smug smile on her face made him pause. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he watched her writhing beneath him, pressing her breast eagerly against his palm, whimpering for more.
“You’re enjoying this,” he accused softly. His heart was pounding with excitement.“You like being controlled by me, and you are enjoying the pain I’m inflicting, aren’t you?”
Sarah bit her lip, blushing hotly beneath his steady regard.“Yes,” she whispered.“Please don’t stop.”
Brian released the pressure on her nipple and gently soothed it with his thumb, denying her what she craved. He couldn’t quite believe his good fortune. He had somehow stumbled on just the right woman for him … the woman he had thought he would never find.
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