Warlord

He broke the kiss, pulled her head back, and growled out, “I’m the one who takes control, lass.” He bared his teeth. “I’m the one who will dominate ye, who will have ye under me, in my bed, and with my cock deep inside ye, love.”

She gasped out when he ran his tongue along her pulse and ground his hardness into her belly. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. Before she knew what was happening, he had the layers of her gown pushed up his hand between her thighs.

“Bared and slick just for me.”

A squeak left her when he lifted her easily off the ground. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, but he had his hand between their bodies, lifted his kilt, and freed his cock. The hot, hard length of him rubbed along her inner thigh, and she felt this gush of moisture leave her. He claimed her mouth once more and speared his tongue between her lips. He ran his hand up her ribcage, skimmed the sides of her breasts, and in one swift movement tore the material in two.

Her breasts sprang free and shook back and forth, chilled from the air when it touched her nipples. He immediately took possession of one of the mounds with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the already stiff peak, sucked it between his teeth, and gave it a little tug. She moaned and grabbed Bronson’s wide shoulders for support. His hot breath skimmed over her breasts, causing her to suck in a deep breath. He moved from her nipple and licked a path between her breasts and back up the column of her neck, lightly sucking and scraping his teeth over the skin below her ear. He whispered endearments and also a string of filthy things he was going to do to her in Gaelic.

“Ye’re so ready for me, lass, so primed tae take me into yer body.” He reached between them again and placed the tip of his shaft at the entrance of her pussy.

She shivered at the harsh deepness of his voice and looked at him from under her lashes. She took in the expanse of his wide, nude shoulders, of the scars that littered his golden, hard flesh, and the air of power and dominance he emitted. She slowly gazed down at the length of his rippled abdomen. Every inch of him was smooth, golden skin. Her eyes drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment. He was long and thick, and when he slowly started to push into her, parting her folds, she opened her mouth on a silent cry. She pulled her focus away from his shaft and looked into his face.

He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes. He was pushing his way into her body, and the sensation of her being stretched was so powerful she curled her nails into his flesh. She looked down between their bodies again, and she watched as he pulled all the way out. The head of his cock shone a violent red, and his seed dripped down the length to fall to the floor. His girth was covered in her wetness, and the candle that lit the stone hallway made his shaft glisten because of it.

Bronson pressed his upper body more firmly against hers, took her mouth with his again, and thrust all the way into her. The pain was there, and she knew she might never get used to his size. They had sex too many times to count since they wed, and each time, she felt as though he was splitting her in two. But that pain felt good, felt incredible even, and he always had her screaming out in pleasure by the end of their coupling.

Chapter Fourteen

Bronson pulled out so the tip was barely lodged inside her. His cock jerked at the sight of her pink pussy lips, swollen and wet from her arousal. He loved the fiery-red hair that covered her mound. Her clit was engorged and ruby-red from his ministrations. He looked at Genevieve, knowing his eyes reflected the lust he felt. Thrusting back inside her, he closed his eyes and groaned roughly. Her muscles tightened around his cock, gripping him like an iron fist. He started fucking her rough and hard, not caring who walked by and saw him claiming his bride.

But he knew no one would dare come this way. It wasn’t a part of the manor that was used frequently, and that was why he brought her down this way. He wanted something that was out of the norm for her, that had excitement rushing through her veins, and had her begging him to do this to her all the time. He kissed her over and over again, never stopping his thrusting. He needed to hear her scream out in pleasure, wanted to feel her wetness coat his cock as she came, and wanted to fill her with his seed until his cum slid out of her body. He wanted her smelling like him, so that anyone who didn’t already know she was his wife would understand she was already taken.