Chapter 43

Isabella

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I sat up, lost in the sculptured contour of Em’s abdomen. Moving to my knees, I ran the pads of my fingers over his toned, muscular torso. His tawny skin was marred by various scars, appearing silver against his flesh. I leaned forward, bringing my lips and a kiss to each one.

“Fuck, Isabella.”

My attention went to the snake. While I’d only seen its tail, I could now follow the creature wrapped around Em’s arm over his muscular bicep and over his shoulder. The face on the front of his pectoral muscles had beady, dark black eyes. Its mouth was open, fangs visible, and tongue striking. My gaze met Em’s. “That seems more dangerous than rebirth.”

He lifted my chin. “To be reborn, you must die. It’s dangerous.”

“Don’t die, Em.” Despite the menacing tattoo, I leaned forward and licked the fangs and tongue. When I looked up at Em, I grinned. “I’ve tasted the venom. I’m now immune.”

He reached for my chin. “I’m jumping into the ocean. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

I reached for the button on my slacks and unfastened it before lowering the zipper. As I shimmied out of my slacks, I watched in fascination as Em unbuttoned his blue jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering caused my breath to hitch.

However, it was the sight of his hips and the way his torso slimmed into a V that caused me to forget to take the next breath. A trail of dark hair led below the band of his boxer briefs that contained what romance books had told me was a penis—considering the size of the bulge beneath the silk, a very large penis.

My slacks, his blue jeans, and most of our clothing found its way to the floor below. Without thought, I nibbled on my lower lip. Em’s smile turned devilish as his gaze zeroed in on my lower lip.

“I told you what I would do if you continued to bite that lip.”

Before I could respond, he came toward me, pushing me against the soft mattress, and I yelped.

“You bit me.”

His dark gaze shimmered. “I did. That lip tastes pretty good. I wonder how the rest of you tastes.”

My mind and body disconnected in some sort of out-of-body experience as Em moved his lips down my body. A nip here and a kiss there. The sensations were too many and too unfamiliar. Pleasure grew like the increasing pressure beneath a volcano. Words were uttered and others shouted as I gave in to the control Em had taken of my body.

By the time he looped his long fingers under the waistband of my panties, my mind was melted goo. As he brought his mouth to my core, the pressure exceeded anything I’d ever felt. Like the volcano, I erupted. Nerve endings sparked throughout my nervous system. I dug my fingernails into the satin sheets as my body shuddered and moisture filled my core.

Thoughts weren’t processing as every touch was magnified. The lightest kiss was electrified. I lifted my head, wondering why we’d left the lights on. As my properly trained mind tried to tell me this was wrong—too intimate—I became engrossed at the sight of my husband lapping at my core. From my angle, I could only see his jet-black hair. The sensations and sounds filled the blanks in my imagination.

As the pressure returned, I reached for his face, pulling him toward me. “Em, take me.”

His brown eyes turned black with desire as his lips captured mine. I realized the new taste on his tongue was me. It was different, but not in a bad way. Our tongues danced as he shimmied out of his boxer briefs.

For a second, I froze at the length of the hardened cock against my stomach.

With his elbows on each side of my face, Em kissed my nose. “Look at me, Isabella.”

I brought my gaze to his.

“Do you want to see my cock? Do you want to touch it?”

I shook my head. “I mean, I do. But not right now. If I see it, I’m afraid I’ll worry it won’t fit.”

His smile lifted his cheeks. “It will fit.”

“Okay.” Lifting my knees, I braced myself.

Em’s thumb came to my cheek, rubbing and caressing. He stared deep into my eyes. “Breathe, beautiful.”

I inhaled as his instructions reminded me of that first day at the apartments.

“Keep breathing.”

A whimper escaped me as my core constricted at the invasion. My body stiffened.

“Do you want to stop?” Em asked.

I shook my head. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted it to be over.

“I love you, Izzy. I want this to be good between us.” He pushed deeper and resumed the caressing of my cheek. “I’m so damn lucky that you came to San Diego. You’re the woman I’ve waited for. I didn’t even know I was waiting, but I was.”

I gasped as he pushed deeper.

His soothing, comforting words never stopped. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.”

He pushed deeper and this time a sharp pain radiated through my body. I turned my head, unsuccessfully muffling a scream. A tear floated down my cheek.

“Isabella.”

“I should have asked questions of the tenants. How do they do this every night?”

His wide chest vibrated with laughter. “That was the worst of it. I promise.”

I wanted to believe him. He promised not to lie.

We lay still for a minute. As I relaxed, my core found a way to accommodate the massive cock inside me. In reality, I had no way of knowing if Em’s penis was big or not. I had no comparison, but from my viewpoint, I imagined something giant.

Finally, I nodded. “I’m better.”

Slowly he began pistoning his hips. His cock moved in and out, in and out. I lifted my hands to his shoulders, feeling the indentations of his muscles. I focused on his breathing. As his breaths came faster, his hips increased in speed. With my eyes open, I watched as his handsome face contorted, he stretched his neck, and a beastly roar filled the room. One. Two. Three more deep penetrations and his hard body fell over me.

Within my core, his penis continued to throb.

Em lifted his face, taking in my expression. “Are you all right?”

I nodded.

“Talk to me.”

“The first part was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that, like my body was being wound up.”

He rolled, disconnecting us.

Moisture spilled between my legs.

Em had his head lifted on his fist with his elbow near my face. “The second part?”

I pressed my lips together. “I want to lie.”

His lips curled. “We don’t lie.”

“If I tell you the truth, you’ll think I don’t want to do this—have sex. I do want to.”

“But…?”

“It hurt.”

“It will get better.”

“If it didn’t, I don’t care how much money I made, I could never do what they do.”

Em’s laugh filled the room. “You’re never going to do what they do. There’s only one man’s cock who will ever be in that tight, perfect pussy, and that man is me.” He kissed my lips. “I’ll be right back.”

Back?

Where is he going?

I pulled myself up, sitting with my back against his headboard. As my muscles protested, I pulled the sheets over my breasts and looked around his bedroom. I’d been too nervous to take in my surroundings when we first entered. It was a nice-sized room, bigger than the one I had at Mia’s and maybe bigger than my one at home.

A smile came to my lips. This is now my home.

My lip disappeared beneath my teeth at the sight of my new husband walking from the bathroom, completely nude. My focus went to the appendage bobbing from his pelvis. “That was inside me?”

“Yes, my love.”

His endearment made me smile as I moved my eyes to his. It was then that I noticed he was carrying a washcloth.

“Let me help you.”

“Help me?”

“Clean you. This washcloth is warm. It will help.”

I lifted my hand. “I mean, I can do it.” It was one thing that we’d just had sex. But to clean me…?

His tone dropped an octave. “It’s my job to take care of you.”

Again, I tugged on my lip.

“What did I say about that sexy, plump lip?”

My cheeks rose as I released my lip. “Seriously, Em. That” —I looked at the washcloth— “seems…intimate.”

More laughter. “That first part that you liked?”

I nodded.

“I had my face buried in your pussy. When you came, you gushed the sweetest cum until it was dripping down my chin.”

I lifted my arm over my eyes. “I’m embarrassed.”

Em moved my arm. “Never be embarrassed for the way your body reacts to me. My body has been reacting to you since the first day at the apartments.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

Acquiescing, I lowered the satin sheet. To my horror, my inner thighs were red with the combination of blood and semen. “That’s normal.” I met his eyes. “Right?”

“It is. But tomorrow morning, no one will be talking about the blood on our sheets. That’s why I requested Lola put black sheets on the bed.”

The warm washcloth did feel comforting.

When Em was satisfied with his work, he took the washcloth back into the bathroom. Entering the bedroom, he turned off the lights and climbed back under the sheets. Rolling toward one another, our noses touched. “I love you, Isabella Ruiz. You’re mine to have and to hold forever.”

I nodded. “I love you, too. Will you hold me now?”

He moved his arm around me as I curled next to his warm body. “Forever.”

It was the last thing I remembered as I drifted to sleep.”