"Try me, Freya. Just say another word." He whispered, his breath hot on my skin as his eyes never darted once from mine. He felt so dangerous and sexy.
The anger in me subconsciously turned into lust for this man. Just knowing that part of my imagination would come to pass just re-ignited the flame down there.
It was like he held me in a trance, forcing me to choose what kind of person I would be in this marriage.

One who would be a toy and do as I was told, or one who could still speak for herself. And I know for sure what kind of person I am already.

We remained like that until he chuckled.
"I thought as much," he smirked, before grabbing a pillow beside me and turning to walk away.

"Your little threats don't scare me, Reiss; I'm not one of those top models you can easily control." I snorted.

A small sigh escapes his lips.

"I warned you," he said, so low but loud enough for me to hear.
The most sensible thing to do right now is to get the hell out of here, but there I was, feet planted firmly to the ground, as I watched him saunter towards me.
He reached me within seconds before smashing his lips into mine.
The kiss was aggressive, filled with nothing but utter lust, passion, hunger, and wanting. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and pinned me to a wall as I wrapped my legs around his torso.

I dug my fingers into his hair as he deepened the kiss, nibbling on my lips, making me part them for entrance. His tongue, working wonders inside my mouth as I moaned to his touch, his hand had already slipped under my nightgown, caressing my already hardened nipples and flickering them like he had just found a new play toy.

Gawdd!!!
I could feel my juices already flowing down my thighs. And yes, I wasn't wearing pants either.

He grunts as he rips his mouth from mine and kisses my neck, making his way to my collar bone and giving it a sharp bite.
I practically moaned in pain and pleasure. Michel has never pleasured me like this before; it was more of a loving and under-the-covers kind of sex. But Reiss was much more brutal; he was rough to the core.

He sucked on my skin so hard that it turned red. I was literally done with all this teasing; I wanted him inside me already.

"Reiss," I moaned, and as if we shared one mind, he placed me on the bed and pulled his shirt off.
My eyes couldn't withstand the magnificent sight in front of me, but I didn't look for long as he distracted me with another hungry kiss, slowly pulling my gown upward but still not taking it off.

Finally!!

But I got disappointed when a slim p*nis circled around my neck before going into my entrance.
Wait! Is that his finger?

I broke off the kiss and gave him a confused look. Although I liked the feeling, I don't understand why he would use his fingers on me. Is he trying to confuse me? I know a cock should be bigger than that.

"What?" He asked as his finger went in and out of me.

"You've never been fingered before." He said this before I even got a chance to say anything.

He chuckled. "You know, I thought you would be more experienced since you claimed you had a boyfriend."

"I am!" I flushed.

It's just that. Michel never did these kinds of things to me. It was the normal kissing: sucking on my neck, little kisses down my body before he dives in. Is there any other way to go about it?

"Obviously you're not."

"Well, I'm sorry if I don't have many ideas on sex; I don't watch porn."

He seemed taken aback before flashing a dangerous smile at me. "You don't have to anymore; you've got me."
Then his pace quickened as he drove another finger inside me. My insides burned and twisted as I felt myself almost reaching ecstasy.

I graced my peak with a light moan as my body settled with his fingers still inside me, his gaze still laser-sharp on me as he watched my every move. He seemed pleased, probably because of the way my body was reacting to his every touch.

"Tell me," he finally says as he catches my gown in between his teeth and pulls it off my body, leaving me naked and gasping for more of him.

"Has he ever fucked you with his tongue?"

What???? The actual fuck?

"I'll take your silence as a no." He smiles

I think this will be one hell of a night.

His big hand covers my boob as he sucks on the other, occasionally biting my nipples. He switches to the other and does the same until he is satisfied. Then he dragged his tongue down to my already-burning pus and licked me clean.
The pleasure was too much for my brain to register; I could already feel myself climbing for the second time. I didn't even notice when he pulled out a drawer and put on a condom.

Without hesitation, he connects his lips with mine as he proceeds to claim me for the night.

XOXOXO

I can't even remember how many times I had an orgasm this night... How many directions did he turn me in, or every single time my breath hitched as he pummelling his freaking cock inside me? Honestly, I could definitely become an sex addict if he continues like this. Damn, I was already addicted to his body, and I shockingly wanted more! But here I was, all wrapped under these sheets, tired as fuck.

But my eyes never left his face; he couldn't see me since his eyes were closed. Maybe he must have fallen asleep.
I should hit the sack soon. As I glanced his way one last time before letting my eyes do what they'd yearned for, I heard him say...

"I don't accept your apology, Freya." "I simply hate you too much to do that."