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he
cajoled and pressed and twisted and twirled her body into welcoming him
completely against her will, he knew that part of the reason her chest was
rising and falling so quickly was that, if she could manage it, she'd cold cock
him in a second. That was part of the reason there wasn't much in the way of
brick a brack around their bed. She was livid - with
herself as well as him, but he was the more likely target.
    And tonight he
was going to give her even more of a reason to be unhappy. Brandon slipped down
her body a little, his chest naturally requiring that she spread her legs
almost unnaturally wide, which fit his purposes exactly. He stopped when his
mouth was level with that most perfect area of hers, staring down at it as his
forearms held her legs apart.
    "No, no,
please!" She was trying to wiggle away, yet not trying to, and he let her
struggle for a moment, before catching her tear filled eyes.
    Brandon reached
into the center of her, tugging those puffy lips apart so that he could deliberately
waft his hot breath over her most private place, still watching her as that
beautiful blush stained her chest and worked its way up her neck to her face.
The random thought that he hoped he was still blushing fifty years from now
flitted through his mind, making him frown fiercely.
    "Don't look
away, or I'll paddle your bottom again, wife," he warned, letting his mouth
descend on that delicate area, suckling away at her tellingly prominent bud
while he watched her fighting herself and her shame as she kept her eyes locked
to his while he defiled her with his mouth.
    Her hands were
clenched in the bedspread beside her hips - she'd learned in the past two days
- the hard way - not to interfere with whatever it was he wanted to do to her.
But he found himself unwilling to allow her free range, so he grabbed her right
wrist with his left hand, tugging it just the slightest bit, forcing her to
offer even more of herself to his eager lips and tongue.
    His right hand
wasn't idle, either, though. She had amazed him that first night by exactly how
virginal she was, and he had stayed away from that particular area since then
to give her some time to heal. But he was going to make damned sure that she
didn't feel a thing that wasn't specifically designed to make her absolutely
crazy with pleasure.
    When Brandon
pressed just his index finger up inside her, he couldn't quite tell if her
arched hips were meant to be an invitation or a method of protest. Either way,
it didn't matter. He was going to do what he wanted to do, regardless, and what
he wanted to do was pleasure his wife. He'd been very pleasantly surprised by
how readily her body had reacted to him, and he intended to indulge himself
whenever and wherever he wanted to, especially knowing that she wanted him to -
even if she wasn't willing to admit or acknowledge that fact.
    His eyes were
glued to her face as he entered her carefully, though, looking for any signs of
true discomfort. There was a little bit of a twinge around her eyes, but
nothing that made him feel the need to stop, and even that tightness
disappeared completely when he settled his mouth over her burgeoning clit and
began to move that solitary finger in and out of her, all the while holding
that wrist - and pretty much Nola herself - completely immobile, completely at
what little there was of his mercy.
    "No - I don't
want this - please - stop!"
    Her husband
didn't say one word to her desperate, humiliating plea. His mouth was, however,
most definitely, sinfully occupied, and there was nothing she could do to get
away from it. His abilities - his bald, bold knowledge of her body and the way
he used how it continually betrayed her had Nola wishing every time he touched
her that she'd never succumbed to Wilde's pleas to go to that blasted ball.
    But when he
applied himself earnestly to cajoling her fiery pleasure, she thought she had
died and gone to Heaven - only Heaven couldn't possibly admit someone as