for the door and slipping past Captain, leaving me and Maddoc alone.
He inhales deeply, dropping his cheek to mine. “You’re in so much trouble,” he rasps. “So much trouble, but it’s gonna have to wait, because it’s been too long since I had you. So, baby, turn around and jump on me. Let me take you to bed.”
I spin in his arms, my eyes flying to his, my breath hitching at the desire in his.
We haven’t touched more than we did five seconds ago in weeks, and when the reverend said you may kiss the bride, he turned me around, blocked me from view and barely grazed his breath across my mouth, so technically, we haven’t even sealed our marriage yet.
He’s holding it in, waiting to get me alone so he can take.
The thing about Big Man, about my man, though, is he takes just as much as he gives, and it just so happens I want it all.
I jump, wrapping my legs around him with ease.
His hands come down, sliding under my ass cheeks and he starts walking forward.
Not once does he take his eyes off mine, walking me blindly to the cabin a few spaces over and through the door, but he doesn’t even attempt a bedroom.
He spins so fast, leaving the door hanging wide open and plants my back against the wall.
His hips cage me in, so his hands are free, and both trail slowly up my ribs and chest, until his thumbs meet my lips.
He glares at my mouth, angry lines forming between his brows, and his body moves closer, no space for air left between us. His head lowers and tilts, but when he’s a hair’s space away, his eyes flash to mine.
“You’re mine.”
“Yeah, Big Man. I am.”
“Show me.”
I don’t hesitate.
I drop my lips to his, and he pushes back just as hard, just as punishing.
His hands slide up my thighs, taking my dress with them, until he can slide his fingers under the strap of my thong. He grips my ass tight, grinding me against him.
My hands fist his hair and I tug. Suddenly my back is off the wall and we’re moving.
In the next second, I’m dropped on to the fresh sheets he had put on the bed.
He doesn’t wait, climbing between my legs in the same second.
His tie brushes against my throat, so I yank.
He growls but does as he’s directed and gives his mouth to me.
Blindly, I tug at his clothes as he does mine, and somehow, I’m completely naked while I’ve only managed to kick his shoes off him and remove his jacket.
I shove on his chest, and with a growl he listens, standing before me.
I move to the edge of the bed, standing on the foot of the mattress so he has to look up at me.
His hands wrap around my ass, pinching as he follows my mouth, catching my bottom lip between his teeth.
His eyes are heated, open and barred with mine.
He runs his tongue across my lips as I work open the button of his shirt, my eyes move to his when I uncover the gold chain hanging from his neck, his key dangling from it.
I lift it, reading the inscription on the cooled metal.
Family runs deeper than blood.
“Your Brayshaw item.” My eyes move to his. “You’ve never worn it like this. Why now?”
“I didn’t understand it before, now I do.” His hand comes up to cover mine. “This is my key to this world, to you, to our future.” His grip tightens in promise. “Never again will a door stand in my way when you’re on the other side of it.”
“The key to the kingdom,” I whisper.
“To our kingdom.”
My body warms, and I nod, let go of the necklace and slip my fingers under the collar of his dress shirt. I slowly trail my hands across his skin, forcing the expensive material from his body.
My body. He’s mine.
He holds my eyes hostage as I undo his belt next, and his slacks fall to his knees. He gives a little shake, helping them down and his boxers fall.
He slaps the back of my thighs, so I jump, wrapping my legs around his torso, and slowly, he lets my body slide down, until his dick is settled against my ass cheeks, pushing. Ready.
I pull my hips back and it slides up, right where I want it. My hold on his neck tightens, and I use that to lift, aligning him with my opening and he pushes in.
His eyes