Page 45 of Animal's Reformation
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I got caught up in the moment and forgot.”
He didn’t say anything but his gaze stayed on her as she ambled over to the other lamp on the nightstand by her side of the bed. An aggressive lover appalled him, and he’d made it quite clear to his wife from the beginning of their marriage that he’d have none of it.Hewas the hunter, and his wife was the … well … she was the prey, and that’s the way he liked it. To be in control at all times and the one to do most of the touching during lovemaking was what he required andneeded.
The light went out and moonlight poured in from the window, illuminating his wife’s body. In the alabaster glow, his wife’s skin appeared pale, almost ghostly, and beckoned him. As he walked over to her, images of Katie, Melanie, and so many other lovely women entombed in his brain flashed through his mind.
He reached over and yanked Frou-Frou to him, and a startled gasp flew from her parted lips as she landed against him with athud.
“Honey, I—”
Two fingers rested on her mouth. “Don’t say anything,” he said in a low voice.
She wore a red satin gown that clung to her body, and he slowly slipped the straps down, peppering kisses across her neck and shoulders as he did so. He watched as the gown slid down to the floor and she stepped out of it, her nakedness glowing in the soft white light.
For a long moment he stayed there, immobile, drinking in her loveliness, imagining the softness of her skin, relishing the dark craving rising to the surface. Then he pushed her down on the bed and took off his boxers. Satisfaction coursed through him when his wife gasped at his erection.
At that moment, he was Hunter and she was one of the young beauties he met online. He ran his hands up and down her trembling body, then lowered his head and slipped her nipple into his mouth and bit hard … very hard. She cried out in pain. It was the sound Hunter had been waiting for—it was music to his ears. He grabbed her legs and bent them at the knees, forcing them open wide—oh, so wide. He tuned out her whimpers, her soft pleas, and rammed into her so hard that it took the breath out of him.
The beast had come to life.
It was his wife’s strangled gasps and her nails clawing at his hands that dragged him out of his climax, and his eyelids flew open. Horror spread through him when he saw his hands around his beloved Frou-Frou’s neck choking the life out of her. The man immediately let go and rolled away, then pulled her into a loving embrace as she coughed and gulped air into her lungs.
Mortified, he stroked her upper back and murmured sweet and loving words to her. How could he let the darkness do this to his wonderful and patient wife? A lump of fear coiled in the pit of his stomach, and his heartbeat pounded like a train barreling down the tracks.What would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped?The answer to that chilled him to the bone. He had to find another beauty very soon; otherwise the beast would devour Frou-Frou and destroy his life.
With his wife now peaceful in his arms, he fell into a troubled sleep.
