Page 14 of Bound Bride
"Isn’t it tradition to consummate the marriage?"
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KONSTANTIN
Milk bubbles on the stove, chopped up dark chocolate rests under my knife, and one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life sits on the opposite counter with her legs spread so wide that the low light catches on the glittering slit between her thighs.
She's bold.
Bolder than I gave her credit for.
She's given up her life to be here and seems to be following some sort of instruction book, but is this really the right thing to do?
We barely know one another.
Back at the wedding, she was trying to get to know me. I felt it with every question she threw my way.
In a room like that though, all it would take is for me to let my guard down and be distracted for one second, and it could be the last mistake I ever make.
Here?
In the safety of my home?
It's different.
Rose is meant to be nothing more than a tool to keep my generals off my back about my ability to lead and secure a future for our organization.
I never dreamed she would open herself up to me like this.
Heat curls tight low in my belly as I slowly set the knife down.
"Well?" Rose grips the counter between her thighs, blocking the view of her pussy with her wrists as she leans forward. "Don't tell me you can't get it up? Common for a man your age, I bet. What are you? Forty?"
Thirty-nine, but the correction hardly feels worth it.
"Or is it something else?" Her eyes narrow and she leans forward so her breasts push together between her arms. "Are you scared you mightlikeit?"
The way her tongue curls around the wordlikesends a jolt of pleasure lancing through me and for a split-second, I can't breathe.
The heat that overtakes me is unlike anything I've experienced before and it all sweeps south to settle between my legs.
My cock stiffens within a second and Rose clearly sees it, given how her eyes light up.
She slowly licks her lower lip.
Then I'm on her with a clash of teeth and chins, our mouths colliding in a sudden heated kiss that makes her gasp into myopen mouth before I shove my tongue past her teeth and align my body between her spread thighs.
Both my hands cup the side of her neck while her fingernails trail down my arms and her legs hook around my waist.
She draws me in with a grunt and then moans deeply as my trapped cock presses hard against her pussy.
Heat pours off her in waves and she gives as good as she takes, challenging me with every bite of our kiss.
Our lips weave together in a pattern, slotting together like they were made for one another and only short, sharp gasps for air are allowed between each shift of angle.
Rose's hands immediately drop to my belt and she fights with the buckle and leather, then whines in complaint when my belt catches on a pant loop and gets stuck.
She's as impatient as the heat coursing through me like a fever.
