Rule's Seduction (The House of Rule 4)

As he lapped and licked, he felt the change come over her as she dissolved around him in orgasm. He loved it when she melted around him—he wanted that like hell on earth, but above all else, he needed to feel her coming on his cock. Damn, he needed that now. He lifted her and flipped her to her back, and with a speed that caused a small mewling noise to escape from her lips, he moved up her body, gripping her wrists and planting them to the sides of her head. He plunged all the way inside with one forceful, desperate thrust, gritting his teeth and trying with all his strength not to come on the first stroke.

Fucking. Heaven.

He stilled and fought for control, and then started over from scratch, intent on making her come again. He would make her come again; just the thought was tightening his balls. Naked skin against naked skin—he needed this—he’d never felt the need to be naked inside a woman before, but with Erin? Fuck, yeah, he deserved this—she was perfection personified as her wet, slick skin surrounded him. He began thrusting, quick forceful pumps that sent a dizzying wave of heat down his spine. The feel of her surrounding him without a condom—he couldn’t take it much longer. He continued to pump into her, and thank fuck, she began tightening around him. A keening wail rent the room as she came again, just like that, splintering all around him.

He let her ride her pleasure and then he began stroking into her again. Long, deep, hot strokes that thrust him in and out of her body, making him feel an intensity that he’d never felt before—and then he realized exactly why. He was consummating their marriage. By God, she was his now and nothing on the face of the earth would tear her away from him.

With that thought banging in his brain, he took one final stroke that pushed him impossibly higher inside, impossibly deeper as he touched his own personal nirvana.

As his orgasm slowly faded, he remained inside her, refusing to make himself move. He shifted slightly so she could breathe more easily, but he wasn’t about to make himself leave her yet. As his heart rate came down, he lifted his head so he could see her features.

Her eyes remained closed and he was almost annihilated when he saw a single tear slide down her flushed cheek. He knew she’d reached her own peak—twice—but had he hurt her? He was horrified to think he might have been too rough. She was so tight and he knew she’d been shocked at the risqué move he’d made. “What’s wrong?”

She went completely still for a moment, her eyes staying firmly closed. She took a ragged breath, shook her head in denial, but then swallowed hard before opening her eyes and blurting, “You won’t understand—you don’t care.” She paused and then, shutting her eyes again—shutting him out, she mumbled, “I wanted the fairytale.”

Tension hit him hard. She was upset and he’d fucked up. He wanted her happy, goddamnit. Anything less was unacceptable to him. And even though he knew she’d experienced the ultimate in happy endings, it wasn’t enough. She wanted something. Something that wasn’t sex. Something he hadn’t given her yet.

So now the answer was simple. He had to figure out what this ‘fairytale’ encompassed, so he could make it happen.

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The color receded from Erin’s face as she heard her own words. Dear God, had she actually said that to him? Why? It went against everything she was working toward—it went against her plan to seduce him into loving her. How could she have screwed up this quickly? How could he ever love her if she showed such weakness? He was an incredibly strong, self-confident man. She’d never be able to hold his interest if she didn’t have the same attributes. Damn. She needed to get her shit together, she really did.

He probably thought she hadn’t noticed that he hadn’t bothered with protection. Oh, she’d noticed, all right, she’d felt it—the hot gush of his seed inside her. It had been an added form of intimacy that even now, was sending shooting waves of residual heat through her system. She’d felt him come, his wet heat exploding and drenching her womb. She’d felt what it would be like—if they were to try to make a baby together.

The thought made her swallow as she turned away from him, and after a moment, she felt him reach out and touch her cheek, as if he wanted her attention. As if he wanted to know what was inside her head. He couldn’t have that, there was no way she was giving him that, so she shut her eyes. His hand tightened, but she bit her lip, feeling an imperative need for self-preservation. After a moment, he dropped his hand from her face and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her spine into his chest and holding her hostage within his embrace.