She withdrew enough to take another breath, and then she moved back down on me until her nose touched my body and my cock filled her throat. True to my word, the very feel of her taking me all the way in triggered my release. I came in hard spurts deep in the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Katherine,” I growled her name.
Katherine went still as I emptied myself. Then she pulled back, swallowing me along the way.
“I see why you like it,” she said, sitting back on her heels.
I cracked an eye open in question.
“The way you said my name …”
“Oh, you like that, too?”
She said nothing more. She’d clearly realized that she’d given away too much. One thing too many. But now, I had it, and I could tuck it away for safekeeping.
“You definitely deserve a reward now,” I told her.
I lifted her up and over my shoulder. She shrieked as I came to my feet, and heedless of her concern, I carried my wife up the stairs and to my bedroom.
6
KATHERINE
“What are you doing?” I cried out.
My head was facing his ass, staring down the long descent. It was a long way down if he tripped and released me. Of course, his grip was tight on my legs, and my waist was braced against his broad shoulder. He had perfect control of me. It did nothing to lessen my fear as he climbed a giant set of stairs ever upward.
It wasn’t until we reached the second-story landing that I finally relaxed into him. Yelling and beating on his back hadn’t gotten him to let me go. There was no way he was going to do a single thing until he wanted. This wasn’t exactly the carry your wife over the threshold moment I’d envisioned. But he carried me through the doorway, and then we were in the massive master bedroom.
Camden strode across the room and then dropped me like a weight onto the king-size bed. My back hit the comforter and sank into the layers of plush material. I was naked, save for my garter. My heels had fallen off somewhere on the way upstairs. Camden was still in his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. But he shucked it off, leaving him as naked as I was.
“You could have let me walk.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked as his face dipped to my knee.
He placed a kiss on the inside of my knee and then up. A trail of kisses until he got to the last remaining piece of clothing. His nose ran along my inner thigh. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before he sank his teeth into the material of the garter.
I gasped at the raw intimacy in the movement. Then he dragged it inch by inch down my leg and off of my body. He fiddled with it in his hands, drawing it back like a rubber band.
“I didn’t get to do this at the reception.”
“You said you didn’t want to.”
I’d done a bouquet toss. Lark had caught it with a gasp, but Camden had refused point-blank to do anything with the garter.
“You think I wanted anyone else in that crowd to have a piece of you? You think I wanted others to watch as I got under your skirts?”
I huffed. “And here I thought, you just didn’t want to get under my dress.”
He released the garter, letting it fly across the room. No poor single man to catch it in sight. Just us, all alone.
“Is that truly what you thought?” He grasped my hips and drew me toward him until my ass nearly hung off the bed. “That I didn’t want this?”
Time held, suspended in that moment. Things had never been simple between us. How could they be with an arranged-marriage contract as our starting point? But the sex at least had been easy. A rough, desperate, tearing affair but simple. There was a reason that I’d thought he’d want to just tear my clothes off and be done with it. This was a side of Camden that I’d never seen before.
It wasn’t exactly … caring. But it was indulgent.
“I didn’t know what this was,” I finally admitted.
“You’ll learn.”
My head spun with that answer. Had he really refused the garter tradition because he didn’t want anyone else to see us together? Because he’d been concerned? That … was not the Camden Percy I knew at all. It had to be a joke. A misstep. He couldn’t be real right now. He was just in a post-blow-job, lust-induced high.
Already, his cock was lengthening again. As if he could hardly get enough of me tonight. He drew my legs tight around his hips and slid himself back and forth against my waiting pussy.
My eyes closed on a groan. He wasn’t even inside of me, and already, he was setting me on fire. I tried to move my hips to adjust the tip lower, to get him inside of me, but he didn’t give an inch. Just ran his cock against my clit, increasing the friction slowly over time.
“Camden,” I moaned.
“Did you want something?”
I wouldn’t beg. He wanted me to crawl for him, but I had too much pride. He wasn’t going to not fuck me just because I refused to beg. No man had that much control.
“Tell me what you want.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and reached for his hands. I wanted everything. I wanted to be fucked so hard and rough that I would forget this day had ever happened. Somehow, I wanted so desperately for my new husband, the husband I’d taken out of necessity, to be the one to fuck me like this.
But I couldn’t let any of that pass my teeth. I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t hand over that level of control.
“Fine,” he ground out. “We have time to get there.”
He pulled back from me, and I moaned in protest. Then, his hands grasped my hips and flipped me clear over. He pushed my chest down into the mattress and lifted my ass into the air.
In one hard, long stroke, he filled me. I was already dripping wet from our earlier sexual acts, so he had no resistance as he drove into me. My hands balled into fists in the comforter as he pulled back and thrust in so hard that it forced me forward across the bed.
He climbed onto the mattress after me and lifted my ass higher again. Then he reached for each of my wrists, wrenching my arms backward from the shoulders and using them together as a counterweight to plunge in deeper. Pain raked through my shoulders and my pussy. My body pliant and welcoming it before the pleasure followed, higher and higher.
I came with a shout that ripped through me. I’d had no warning. One second, I had been building, and the next second, I couldn’t hold back, coming all over his cock.
“Fuck,” he said as he released my wrists.
His hand came down bruisingly hard on my ass. I cried out, still in the throes of my orgasm. Then he shoved me forward and off of his cock.
“What …”
He moved to his back and drew me on top of him. “Finish me off.”
His smile was a challenge, and there was nothing I could do but accept. I settled back down on him. We groaned together at the feel of him filling me. Then I began to move. Up and down, up and down. Bucking against him and rolling my hips as I forced him closer to the brink. And as I worked him over, shockingly, I could feel the buildup of my own orgasm right there at the edge.
“I think I’m …” I lost the train of my thought.
“Third time’s a charm,” Camden said. Then, he took over the roll of my hips. His hands moved me in tempo with his renewed thrusts. I braced myself against his well-muscled chest. “Come with me.”