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She believed him. The way he looked at her, his eyes dark with desire, told her everything she needed to know. The stiff cock jutting against his pants and touching her belly made the point. He wanted her.
Feeling brave, she rose on tiptoes and kissed him. “Take me to bed, Vicious.”
He grinned and patted her bottom. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter Eight
Vicious led Hallie into the bedroom. He dropped her hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. She shocked him by kneeling down in front of him and brushing away his hand. She tugged down the zippers on the sides that allowed him to dress quickly and pulled both boots off his feet. She peeled off his socks and folded them neatly.
He watched as she carried his boots to the tray in the closet where he kept them. She returned and stepped between his open thighs. Her small fingers flicked through the buttons lining the front of his uniform shirt. She helped him out of the shirt and placed it on the bed. When she grasped the bottom of his undershirt, he lifted his arms high so she could pull it up and over his head.
She gestured for him to stand and took a step back. He rose slowly and waited for her to unbuckle his belt. He’d never let a woman undress him. Usually he was the one doing all the tugging and pulling. It was a novelty to have Hallie unzipping his pants and drawing them down his legs. Her shaky fingers grasped the waistband of his boxer-briefs. She kept her gaze on his stomach as she dragged them down his hips and thighs.
His painfully hard dick pointed right at her. Hallie started to fold his clothes but he gripped her wrist and pulled her toward him. “Later. I need you now.”
She let his boxers fall to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. Without hesitation, she slid her legs around his waist, trapping his stiff cock between their bodies. He groaned as she lifted a little and his cockhead nudged the slick wetness of her pussy.
Unable to stand a moment longer, he fell back on the bed, taking Hallie with him. She laughed at the sudden fall and squirmed to get into a sitting position. Her knees naturally fell on either side of his waist. Those soft brown eyes widened when he bucked his hips and his cock bumped her clit. “Oh.”
He could feel her dripping onto him now. He’d never been with a woman who became so wet and excited. Perhaps this was the difference between a woman who was paid to provide him with pleasure and a woman who gave it to him freely, a woman who wanted to share it with him.
“I can’t wait, Hallie.” His fingers tangled in her hair as he claimed her luscious lips. “I need to be inside you.”
She broke away from their kiss. “I don’t know how.”
He took her hand and placed it between their bodies. “Lift your ass, Kitten. Yes. There. Just like that.” He pushed her hand to his dick. “Take my cock and guide it into you, Hallie.”
Licking her lips, she grasped his erection and wiggled her hips until he fit inside the snug entrance. He fought the urge to grip her hips and thrust into her, burying himself balls-deep in that sweet, tight pussy. Knowing she’d been sore this morning, he gripped the comforter instead and hoped he could keep his more primitive needs at bay.
She pressed down on him, her pussy taking him inch by inch. “Vicious! Ah! You’re too big.”
He was a bastard but it stroked his ego to hear her comment on the size of his cock. She squeezed him like a fist. He wanted to bury himself in her hot, silken depths. Instead he placed his thumb against her clit and slowly caressed the tiny nub. “Does that feel good, Kitten?”
“Yes.” Breathless and flushed, she took him even deeper. He watched her face for any sign of discomfort. He wanted to make love to her, not injure her. While he used one hand to stimulate her, he used the other to guide her novice movements. Fingers grasping her hip, he pushed her forward and then back. “How’s that feel, Hallie?”
“Good.”
“And this?” He abandoned her clit long enough clasp her waist so he could lift and lower her on his shaft. He glanced between their bodies as he did. His cock, glistening with her slick juice, disappeared into her again and again. It was such an enticing sight. He finally managed to tear his gaze away to look at her face. “How does this feel?”
“Too much,” she panted. “I can’t.”
He swept a soothing hand down her belly and then caressed her breast. He placed a hand on her hip again and guided her back and forth. “Then we’ll do it this way.”
“Yes.” She scratched at his chest and started to move her hips. His thumb returned to her clit. He drew lazy circles around it while she learned to enjoy being in control of their coupling. She gained confidence with every slow swaying movement. He watched with awe and wonder as she came alive atop him, her sexuality blossoming under his watch. Hell, she just was so beautiful.
He pinched a nipple and earned a squeak of surprise. Her pussy clenched him and he groaned. Unable to help himself, he played with her nipple again, tweaking and rolling the pink bud. Her pussy gripped and released. He closed his eyes and tried to count backward from one hundred. He didn’t want to lose control and come inside her just yet. She was just getting started and just now getting comfortable.
“Ride me.” He smacked her backside and urged her to move faster. “Fuck my cock, Hallie.”
“Vicious!” Her eyes flashed with shock at his crude wording. He saw the flush of excitement creeping up her neck. She liked it when he talked dirty.
He sat up and kissed her neck. He sucked hard, leaving a love bite just there, right above her collar. He brought his lips to her ear. “Love your hot, wet pussy squeezing my cock.”
“Vicious,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He nipped at her ear and dropped back to the bed. He grasped both hips and guided her faster movements. She clawed at his chest and leaned forward, changing the depth and angle of his penetration. Lips parted, she gulped quick, shallow breaths. He could feel her pussy growing wetter and tighter. He bit his lower lip and tried not to move his hips too much.
“Vicious!” She screamed his name as she came, her pussy clenching his cock in a rhythm that left him trembling. “Oh. Oh. Ah!”
There was no holding back now. He gripped her hips and pounded up into her. She shrieked again and clutched at him. “Hold tight, baby. Just hold tight.”
He couldn’t let up now. Feet flat on the bed and knees bent against her backside, he jackhammered her snug, slick cunt until his thighs burned. She cried out again, this time the sound strangled and low, and tumbled into another climax. Her scratching fingers and moaning sent him over the edge. He thrust deep inside her pussy and curled his toes into the mattress as searing jets of semen shot from his cock. He came so hard his balls ached and his shoulders popped off the mattress.
“Hallie.” He groaned her name and fell back to the bed. She shuddered in his arms and whimpered. He hugged her close and swept the damp hair from her eyes before kissing the crown of her head. She snuggled close and started to doze off as he held her. That was perfectly fine with him.
Sometime later, she finally roused herself and slid onto her side next to him. He turned so they could gaze into one another’s eyes. They didn’t need to speak. They just smiled and touched, their fingertips and lips doing all the silent communicating.
As he kissed her, Vicious marveled at the tenderness she’d awoken in him. He’d never considered himself a particularly patient or kind man. For Hallie, he’d discovered limitless depths of patience and tenderness. He wanted so badly to make her happy, to be the man she needed.
Tonight, she’d proven how far she was willing to go for him. Even with the mask hiding her face, he’d been able to read her. She’d been uncomfortable and embarrassed for most of the night, but still she’d made an effort. It wasn’t easy for her to embrace the role of cat or to remain on all fours at his feet like some kind of pet. She hadn’t complained. She’d forged forward with the strange, uncomfortable experience to protect his career and their new life together.
“What are you thinking about?” Her fingertips danced across his chest and traced the outline of a tattoo.
“You.”
She smiled. “What about me?”
“How much I adore you.”
“Adore?” She laughed. “That’s awfully nice of you to say.”
“It’s the truth,” he admitted, his voice husky.
She studied him. “Yes. I think it is.”
“It is.” He kissed her lovingly and threaded his fingers through her silken strands of hair. Her fingertip moved from his tattoos to the unmarked skin on his left side. “That’s for you.”
She frowned up at him. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s our way,” he explained, taking her smaller hand in his. “We mark the right side of our body with our military victories. The left side, the side closest to our hearts, is reserved for our families.” He brought her hand to the space just over his heart. “I’ll put your name and our family crest here.” He carried her fingertips to his shoulder and down his arm. “Our children will be placed here.”
“Really?” She seemed so touched. “You’re going to put me on your body?”
He nodded. “It would be an honor to have a reminder of you on me always.”
Her eyes glistened and she swallowed. “That’s very sweet of you to say.” Then she asked, “And me? Do I get to mark myself?”
“Some wives do.” He didn’t want to influence her decision by telling her how much it would mean to him to have his name on her body. “The decision is yours, Hallie.”
She smiled and moved her hand up and down his arm. “You have really long arms, Vicious. That’s space for a lot of children.”
He laughed and rolled on top of her. “Then we’d better get started making them.”
She giggled as he trapped her beneath him and used his knee to spread her legs. He captured her lips and stabbed his tongue inside her waiting mouth. She moaned and rose up to meet him, her stiff nipples grazing his chest. She clutched at his arms and hooked her ankles against his thighs.
He’d always been quick to recover but he’d rarely gotten this hard so fast. He didn’t even have to guide himself inside her. With a gentle thrust, he eased his cock into her snug pussy. He decided to take his time with her. There was no rush now. This time, climaxing wasn’t the true goal. Just being joined and close was enough.
He nuzzled her neck and kissed her jaw. She whispered his name, the sound so soft and enticing. In that moment, he realized just how lucky he’d been to find her. Her trust and willingness to try new things was a far cry from her fear and panic last night. He hoped he’d never do anything stupid enough to jeopardize the foundation they were building.
“Vicious.” She arched under him. Lips parted, she rubbed her cheek against his. “You make me feel so good.”
He tried to let her know how she made him feel but it was too hard. “I’ve never…”
When he couldn’t find the words, couldn’t find the courage to make himself so vulnerable to this pixie-like creature who had ensnared his heart, she smiled and kissed him.
“It’s all right.” She spoke so softly he could barely make out the words. “I know.”
Maybe she did. He kissed her again, this time pressing all of his conflicted emotions into it. Their bodies, joined dually now, seemed to move as one. She caressed his back as their tongues danced. He thrust into her with measured strokes, taking her long and hard and deep. She trembled and inhaled shuddery breaths. “Vicious…”
His fingertips move down her face. He started at her hairline, followed the curve of her cheek and then touched her mouth, his fingertips dragging against her full lower lip. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her with even more passion. She’d stoked the fire and now basked in the heat of it.
“I need you.” Vicious angled his hips just so and made her gasp. “I need you, Hallie.”
“I’m here.” She kissed his jaw. “I’m right here.”
He captured her wrists and pulled them over her head. He held them hostage there, restraining her beneath him. This time there was no panic flashing in her eyes. It was trust mixed with desire that he saw reflected in the dark pools. His chest tightened and white-hot heat pierced his belly.
Vicious devoured her mouth and snapped his hips. He hastened the pace of his deliberate thrusts, his angle just right and his depth exactly what she needed. She groaned and closed her eyes. “Take me, Vicious.”
No sweeter words had been spoken to him. He moved faster and harder. She slid up the bed a little each time but didn’t seem to mind. In the back of his thoughts, one word flashed—careful. She might enjoy a little roughness but she wasn’t nearly big enough to withstand the full assault of his desires. He could harm her irrevocably if he indulged that feral side of him clamoring to be set free.
He gripped both of her wrists in one hand and let his free hand move down her body. He shifted his hips just enough to let his fingers touch her clit. The swollen pearl responded so easily. He flicked it for less than a minute before she came undone. She shattered and cried out his name. Her thighs tightened around his waist as she rocked and begged him to keep going. “Don’t stop, Vicious. Oh god. Oh! Don’t stop.”
Groaning, he fucked her like a wild man. He tried to be mindful of her small size but she just felt so damn good. When he came, he thought for sure the top of his head would blow off. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and shuddered painfully as jets of cum filled her.
She nuzzled his cheek. In the grip of his climax, he’d brought both hands to her wrists, just for something to hold onto. He loosened his grip and expected her to pull free from him. Instead, she interlaced their fingers and kissed his cheek again. It was the smallest gesture but it meant a great deal to him.
When he finally had the strength to roll away, he flopped onto his back and tried to catch his breath. She rubbed his arm before sliding away from him. He tried to snatch her but she was too quick. He enjoyed the sight of her jiggling ass as she ran into the bathroom. Sometime later, she returned and snuggled up to his side. His heart swelled as he slid his arms around her, cradling his new bride to his body.
As she drifted off in his arms, Vicious entertained the what-ifs. They seemed to be firmly entrenched in their honeymoon period. He had no illusions that it would last forever. At some point, this newness would fade—and then what? Would she hate him for taking her away from her home and family?
They may not have treated her the way he thought she should have been treated but they were her family. It was clear she loved them. Look at the lengths she’d gone to for her sister. She’d risked a great deal to send her away to the colonies. The reason for that escape still remained unknown to him. He hated to pry but he would need to know all of Hallie’s secrets soon.
Vicious decided then and there he had to find a way to keep her happy. It wouldn’t be easy but he’d never backed down from a challenge. For Hallie, he was willing to try anything.
Chapter Nine
“You look deep in thought, Kitten.”
She glanced up from the breakfast table she was preparing for her husband of two nights as he strode into the kitchen. He stole her breath away. Wearing only a towel and with hair still damp from a shower, he displayed his naked chest and those rock-hard abs. Her greedy fingers itched to touch him again.
Maybe she shouldn’t have hurried in the shower. He’d tried to get a bit frisky but she’d managed to evade his lecherous hands. Breakfast had to be on the table without delay or he’d be late for duty. Now, though, she regretted her decision.
“What were you thinking about?�
�� He ducked his head into the cold storage and retrieved a carton of the blue juice he liked so much. She handed him one of the glasses from the table.
“Flowers,” she admitted. “I miss them.”
He frowned. “Flowers? Why?”
She shrugged. “My family was poor by our village standards but we always put together a nice table. Clean white plates, matching silverware, a vase of flowers from the field out back or the small garden on the side of the house, and one of Kerri’s tablecloths,” she explained. “It doesn’t feel right sitting down to eat with you on this cold, bare metal tabletop.”
He took a long, slow sip of his juice. “I might be able to find a tablecloth in the housewares shop. Did you like the ones at the general’s party last night? I’m sure they have those.”
She shook her head at the memory of the silvery-gray cloths. “It’s not the same.”
He looked amused. “A tablecloth isn’t the same as any other tablecloth?”
“No. Our tablecloths at home were made by my mother and stepmother and Kerri. My oldest sister isn’t much of a cook but she has an amazing talent for embroidery.” Hallie thought of the delicate needlework Kerri created. “You should have seen her trousseau. She and Darrin had to wait almost two years to marry so—”
“Two years?” Vicious interrupted with shock.
She smiled. “Makes our fifteen-minute courtship seem rather scandalous, doesn’t it?”
Vicious snorted in amusement. “It seemed much longer.”
“I’m sure it did with all that wet clothing slowing you down.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You’re just lucky I didn’t break something falling into that stream.”
She started to point out that if he’d broken something, she would have reached the safe zone, but didn’t. Bringing up that possibility would probably lead to an argument.
He seemed to understand and asked, “So why two years?”
“Money. Or, rather, lack thereof. Darrin had to wait until he had enough money to start his own herd but when it became clear that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, they married and moved into our family home.”