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nose wrinkled in response to the scent of blood. Was he hurt?
    The thought fled when his mouth slanted over hers, and his tongue thrust inside to sweep the depths. She moaned, curling her fingers into his hair. A coppery taste lingered on his tongue, but she couldn’t place it. As her mind tried to focus on identifying it, a kaleidoscope of colors whirled behind her eyes, and her thoughts scattered, becoming unfocused.
    She closed her eyes when Nicholas’s thumb slipped inside her pussy, stroking gently. She gasped when he feathered it across her clit, and her hips arched of their own accord, seeking more.
    “Wanton,” he said with a growl. His tone was a mix of affection and annoyance.
    Emma opened her eyes, prepared to question his reaction, but got lost in the liquid depths of his dark eyes. Her own became unfocused, and a sigh passed her lips when she sank back into the erotic trance imprisoning her.
    Her lids drifted closed when Nicholas’s finger slipped inside her, probing at her entrance. She winced as he went deeper, but couldn’t muster the energy to protest. It was more pleasurable than painful anyway, even when his finger was deep inside, wriggling against the walls of her pussy. Her hips were thrusting in leisurely time with his hand, and a sensation she hadn’t experienced before was building inside, hovering on the edge of release.
    “Surrender to it, my love.”
    Nicholas’s coaxing whisper released the floodgates holding back her natural reaction. A sob escaped Emma when the sensation exploded inside her, feeling as though it dragged her stomach into her pussy, before small ripples of pleasure spread outward, engulfing her body. She clung to him, frightened and exhilarated simultaneously.
    “Mine.”
    His cold tone brought her back to reality. Her eyes snapped open to stare into his, and she remembered flashes of the events leading them to this moment. Her body still shuddered with pleasure, but fear was sweeping through her in equal measure. It increased at the frigid expression on his face, and the distant way he held himself as he fused his body with hers, as he said once more, “Mine,” with a manner of finality that sent a shiver up her spine.
    Emma experienced a brief surge of pain at his possession and saw his eyes widen. She tried to move her mouth to explain William’s summons arrived the very day of their wedding, but her lips refused to form the words when her eyes locked with his. Lightheadedness swept over her, and the vortex of his eyes sucked her into a near oblivion.
    “So, William has not tasted you.” He appeared unsettled, and the coldness faded for a moment, before he scowled again. “Nor will he ever.”
    She lay still as death under his passionate onslaught, crying internal tears at their joining. Just minutes ago, her body had been singing with joy at his touch, but now everything had changed. In her many girlish fantasies of their wedding night, she had never thought their union would be like this. She had remained ignorant of the ways of coupling, but had expected Nicholas’s touch to be full of love when he demystified the experience. He had been so gentle with her scant moments ago, until it came time to join them. Maybe the action had reminded him of her marriage to William and rekindled his rage.
    Her memory had returned, but she was too weak to fight against him. Tears slipped from her eyes when her body responded to each thrust of his, awakening with renewed sensitivity and building anew toward another release. A small sob escaped her when her body betrayed her with another orgasm, as Nicholas’s cock spasmed inside her. Out of his thrall, fear for her soul outweighed the cry of her body for his touch.
    After dropping a gentle kiss against her forehead, he rolled away and stood up with his back to her. His shoulders bowed, and he made no move to touch her. He began to pace.
    She tried to turn her head to see him when he moved from her line of sight, but