Eternally His

“Sebastián.” The way she whined my name against my lips almost shattered my control. With one breathy whimper, she nearly drove me to madness.

I captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, taming her tongue so she couldn’t tempt me anymore. Keeping her wrists shackled in one hand, I lifted my other to her nape, tangling my fingers in her hair and tugging sharply. She gasped at the little bite of pain, and my cock stiffened against her thigh. My innocent bride liked pain with her pleasure.

I released her hair and slapped her ass, three quick, stinging swats. She cried out into my mouth, but I didn’t allow her to break our kiss. Her arms jerked against my hold, straining to free herself. She didn’t have a hope of resisting me. She was so delicate in my harsh grip, and she welcomed my savagery.

She spread her thighs wider and rotated her hips, grinding against me. Her short dress rode up so that her bare ass pressed into my hand, as though begging for another spanking.

Since she was teasing me with her undulating movements over my aching dick, I was more than happy to punish her, to make her feel a fraction of the erotic pain that was assailing me. Because I couldn’t claim her right now, not in the limo. Isabel was a virgin, and I owed her more than that. Her first experience with me wouldn’t be a quick fuck in the back of a car. I would make her scream my name before I drove into her wet heat and made her mine.

So, I made sure to torment her during the agonizing drive back home. I made her suffer, just as I was suffering. The scent of her arousal mingled with lavender, drawing a groan from my chest. I breathed her in, eager to drown in her.

My hand dipped beneath her neckline, finding the tight buds of her sensitive nipples. She’d been so responsive when I’d pinched and teased them before, on the night I’d disciplined her with forced pleasure so keen that it’d made her weep.

I wanted her to cry for me again, to beg and whimper my name as she came undone.

My balls ached, and the temptation to free my cock and drive into her virgin pussy was almost overwhelming. She pushed me to the edge of my control, and I punished her for it. She let out breathy little cries as I tortured her nipples, loving every ounce of wicked pain that I inflicted upon her. All the while, I never released her from my ruthless kiss, and she didn’t seem to want to come up for air, anyway. We shared every breath, too overcome by carnal hunger to allow even an inch of space to separate us. I’d forced us apart for long, torturous weeks, and now that I’d finally surrendered to our chemistry, it consumed us both.

A knock on the car window penetrated my lust-filled mind. The driver had stopped the limo. We were home.

I could finally take Isabel to my bed.

I opened the door, forcing myself to break our kiss so that I could get her inside the house. Taking her dainty hand in mine, I helped her to her feet. Her knees wobbled, so I lifted her over my shoulder, carrying her into our home like my personal prize of war. This way, she wouldn’t be able to look into my face and see my struggle for control.

And I wouldn’t be able to see those hauntingly familiar eyes. I didn’t want to see them. I wanted to stay in the present with Isabel, not get sucked down into the darkness of my past.

I wanted her, and her alone. It was time to truly make Isabel my wife.

CHAPTER 23

ISABEL

Confusion threaded through my lustful haze when Sebastián carried me past my bedroom. Then, my stomach flipped. He was taking me to his room, into his private space. I’d known this guest room as part of my childhood home, but now it belonged to him: my husband, who wouldn’t sleep with me.

Hope sparked in my heart. Maybe after tonight, he would truly let me in. Not just into his bed, but into his life.

I wanted more. When he’d punched the scumbag who’d grabbed me at the club, I’d known that I cared for him more deeply than simple companionship. This strong, fierce man protected me. He was solid, reliable. He would never neglect me. I wasn’t alone anymore.

And I wanted to bond with him in the most intimate way possible. My body tingled from his wicked caresses in the limo, every inch of me primed for his ruthless touch.

On our wedding night, I’d been out of my mind with fear at the prospect of him taking my virginity. Now, I’d beg him to take me in any way he desired. I trusted that even if it was painful, he would give me boundless pleasure. He would never hurt me.