Page 58 of Urgent Vows
"I wanted someone I could ignore," he continues. "Someone who wouldn't cause any upheaval in my routine. A woman who would look pretty on my arm, give me children and would not impact my life much otherwise."
The very thought of my sister trapped in such a marriage makes me sick. "That's terrible."
He shrugs. "It's like a lot of marriages in our world."
That might be true. I personally wouldn't know. My parents' marriage was toxic, but my aunt and uncle are happy together. They don't ignore each other. Even though they've never been able to have children, my uncle treats my aunt like a queen.
"You're heartless," I tell him.
"It's good that you realize that."
"Why? You want me to hate you?"
"No. But loving me will only hurt you."
"Because you won't love me back." I don't saycan'tbecause I don't believe that. He loves his family. I've seen it.
If he doesn't care about me, it's because he chooses not to.
"I can't afford that kind of weakness, Catalina."
"But unbridled lust is okay?" I ask sarcastically.
Something shifts in his eyes and it's almost frightening. "Yes."
Then he's kissing me again and this time, he's holding nothing back. He storms my mouth like a conqueror, sliding his tongue in and out like he did his dick in my body last night.
His arms come around me, pulling me flush against him. It hurts my ribs, but not enough for me to protest, or ask him to stop. Because the way my nipples rub against his hairy chest feels so good. The harshness of his hold excites me, sending wetness gushing from my core.
Breaking the kiss, he spins me around and then lifts me. We move and then he's leaning back on the counter and I'm on his lap, my legs dangling to either side of his hips. One of his hands delves between my legs, his fingers sliding between my already slick folds, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit.
My breathing is erratic and my heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. All I can do is feel.
He mauls my boobs with his free hand, squeezing and playing with them, pinching my nipples.
"Open your eyes. Watch what I do to you," he demands. He squeezes my breast a little harder than he has been. "Do it."
Why does his rough treatment make me only want more? He's not hurting me, but it's not gentle like the night before either.
"Look at what I am, what we are together," he orders.
Finally, I open my eyes and focus on the image in the mirror opposite.
There is no tenderness in Severu's handsome face; it is stark with lust and his eyes burn with sexual need. His hands on my body are both obscene and incredibly sensual.
To be wanted this much fills me with a sense of power. He might never love me, but the man in that mirror is as controlled by his craving for my body as I am by mine for his. He might have planned to marry my sister, but now that I am his wife, he'll never let me go.
He manipulates the tender flesh between my thighs, driving my desire into the realm of critical need. I feel my climax building and just as all my muscles contract with ecstasy, he shifts my body up and thrusts himself into me. There is no careful advance and retreat, but he plunges his erection as deep as he can go in a single stab into my tender body.
I shatter, screaming my pleasure, but he is nowhere near done.
Thrusting in and out, he keeps his hands where they are, forcing me to build toward another orgasm almost immediately. It's too much, but I can't get my voice to work to say so.
And maybe I don't really want to.
We are two primordial beings caught in a battle not against each other, but against anything that would attempt to separate us before we find the ultimate pleasure together. Even our own bodies. His muscles strain from staying upright, my vagina is so swollen, it clings to his sex as he pulls back and presses against it as he pushes deeper again.
I lock my arms around his neck. His pace turns brutally fast and my climax takes me by surprise, making my core clench and dragging another uncontrolled scream out of me.
