her waist. He yanked her hands over her head.
“Mine,” he whispered.
“Yours,” she said.
He leaned down to nip at her neck. “All mine. No one else’s. No sharing.”
Caroline moaned softly. “Did you think I was going to sleep with other people?”
Jack pulled back to look at her with a wanton glint in his eyes. Oh, he wanted to play, did he? She could play.
“I belong to you,” she whispered.
He slid down so that the tip of his cock teased her entrance. He wasn’t wasting any time. “Mine,” he repeated, and thrust inside her. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
She cried out and he bit her shoulder. That one would leave a mark, but they were leaving for Rome the next day. It had been a chilly fall. Maybe she could get away with a turtleneck. He bit her again and she whimpered. Pain turned her on. Really turned her on. The movement of his hips felt incredible too. Sweet pleasure coupled with a hint of pain.
“I’m not going to go this long without touching you ever again,” he whispered.
Jack moved into the house in Rockville shortly after she accepted his proposal. They promised each other to try to behave during the week before the wedding. It seemed torturous after having the freedom to be with each other whenever they wanted in the weeks leading up to the ceremony. Now Caroline felt like he hadn’t been inside her for months. She was desperate for more. She wanted to say all of that out loud but only mustered a barbarous grunt in response.
“You’re mine,” he said. “Mine to touch whenever I want, wherever I want.” He thrust inside her again, so deeply it almost hurt. Then he did it again. And again. And over and over again, until she tugged at his hair in a futile effort to get closer to him.
“Please,” she gasped.
Jack stopped his thrusting. “Please, what?”
If he didn’t keep up what he was doing, she was convinced that she might literally die. “Don’t stop.”
He released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her head. “Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want.”
The request came rushing out, her lips loosened by too many glasses of champagne. The one she’d wanted to make for weeks. “Fuck me,” she said. “Any way you want, for as long as you want, as hard as you want. The way you’ve wanted to fuck me since the day we met.”
Jack pulled back to look at her again. He was withdrawing from the game, just for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Anything goes.”
That could mean any number of delectable things and he knew it. He slid inside her again. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
She reached up to caress his cheek. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I promise.”
He bent down to kiss her. “Woman, you kill me,” he whispered.
She couldn’t help but grin. “I know. Consider it a wedding present to us both.”
He groaned. “By the way, I’m never wearing a condom ever again, unless there’s a very good reason for it. Jesus Christ.”
Caroline smiled. “That good, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
She clenched the bedsheets as he drove deeper inside her again. “You feel good too,” she gasped.
Jack gripped her hair, hard enough to sting. “I won’t stop unless you tell me. Even if you’re screaming or crying or clawing at me. Because I’ll assume that means you like the way I’m fucking you.”
Dirty words filled with dirty promise. “I understand.”
He rocked back and forth against her. “Is this what you want?”
What he was doing felt amazing, but if he was going to do this to her all night she may as well be truthful. “Honestly?” she asked.
He pulled out of her. “I suppose. Unless you want to start issue avoidance now. But I think we should wait until we’ve been married for more than a day.”
She wanted him back inside her as quickly as possible but she recognized the look in his eyes. He wouldn’t be happy until she was screaming with pleasure. “I’d maybe like a little orgasm or two before you destroy me for all other men.”
Jack smiled, kissing his way down her torso until he reached her clit. “I can handle that.” He reached up to snatch the pillow out of her hand. “Don’t. I want to hear every obscene sound you make.”
“We’re in a fancy hotel.”
“I don’t care. All the other guests get to find out exactly what I plan on doing to you on a regular basis.”
“I won’t have a voice tomorrow.”
He