Chapter three
Chapter 3
Elizabeth POV
"Ell…," he called out. "Baby, come back to me."
I blinked.
"Where were you?"
"I think your tongue is like French fries?"
He chuckled and then licked me again. "You've got to explain that,
darling."
"This feels so good it must be bad for me. Like fries."
"Let me show you how bad it can get," he whispered and stroked over my clit again.
The orgasm began deeper this time, way, way, way deeper and when I came, I squirted all over him.
"God, Ell, you're so fucking sexy," he said as he lapped my juices up.
He didn't give me time to recover. "I can't wait. I need to be inside you."
He surged on top of me. He bracketed my face in his hands, his gray eyes looking into my pale brown ones. Pearl had sparkle green eyes like my mother. I had my father's boring eyes. Not my words, my mother's. I should close them, so he doesn't get turned off. I should—.
"No, keep your beautiful eyes open. I want to see what I do to you."
I did as he asked and what I saw in his eyes was mesmerizing. He wasn't faking it. He wanted me. He really did.
"This will hurt," he warned.
I smiled because Jackson Archer was going to be inside me. The enormity of that…well, it was breathtaking.
Invisible Miss Warren had finally been seen by Jackson. It was like the universe was giving me everything that I'd ever wanted. "I know. It's alright.
I want it to."
I felt his erection at my entrance, and I moaned.
"I can feel how ready you are for me," he murmured. I lifted my hips,
wanting to rub my clit against him, wanting that friction.
He slammed his mouth on mine and drove into me. The shock of penetration was like a bomb going off inside me. I moved my hips, not with pleasure but discomfort, pain.
He didn't let me scream because he'd locked my mouth with his. He lifted his head for an instant and I couldn't help the tears that were flowing down my cheeks. This hurt so damn good.
"Oh, Elle, oh, baby, I'm so sorry."
I shook my head. "No. It feels…it's…there's pain but so much else."
It'll get better," he said hoarsely.
"It already is," I groaned out.
Jackson lifted up but didn't move, letting me adjust to him. He cupped my face and stroked my lip with his thumb. "I need to move, sweetheart."
"Yes, please."
He smiled. He took my hands and locked our fingers together, pressed them to either side of my head. He watched me as he pumped in and out of me. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned when he was balls deep inside me.
"I need to come." I had no idea where those words emerged from because I'd never even thought there would be a world where I would say such things to any man, let alone Jackson.
He pulled out completely and then slammed back inside me. He didn't stop this time, didn't slow down, just kept pounding into me. His cock was hitting that spot inside me, the same spot his fingers had stroked and caressed, that same spot that was on fire.
"No other man has touched you," he muttered as he let go of my hand.
"You're fucking mine, Ell. Say, you're mine."
"Yours," I mumbled and felt my whole body lift away from me when his hand reached between us and found my clit.
"Come with me, come with me," he chanted and right before I felt him explode inside me, he pinched my clitoris.
Everything went dark for a long moment.
When I surfaced from what I knew was intense pleasure, his face was buried in my neck. He was breathing hard. Nothing had ever felt this good before.
It took a while, but he lifted his head and looked at me. "You okay?" he asked.
I nodded and then smiled. "Very okay."
And that was when he shut down. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and went into the bathroom.
What the hell did I do?
He came out and tilted his head toward the bathroom. "You should get cleaned up.” I should? Yeah. I had his cum flowing out of me, so I should.
I didn't know why he was angry all of a sudden. I didn't want to know because I suspected it had something to do with Pearl. Now that he'd had an orgasm, his head had gone to where it normally went to—the love of his life.
I took a shower because I was crying, and I wanted to drown the sobs with water. I had the best experience of my life and right after, I felt my heart breaking.
By the time I got back to the room there were fresh sheets on the bed. I didn't ask how he managed that. I could imagine he had housekeeping come pronto and get rid of the sheets that had blood and semen on them. God!
That was embarrassing.
He was in a pair of black boxers, and it made me dizzy to look at him.
The man was sex on two legs. Before I could eye fuck him some more, he held up two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
"What?" I asked, tightening the complimentary hotel white terry robe around me.
"Ibuprofen. For the pain," he said gruffly.
"Pain?"
"Ell, it was your first time. It's going to hurt later on."
I took the pills and washed them down with the water he held.
I didn't have my things here. Did he want me to leave? Go back to my room? I looked around to see where my clothes were so I could wear them and do the walk of shame.
"I have something for you to sleep in." He pointed to the closet, outside of which hung a sexy black negligee.
He wanted me to sleep here with him? That was a good thing, right? He wasn't kicking me out.
"How? When?"
"I got it at the hotel boutique," he explained.
"Do you want me to go back to my room?" I asked.
He cupped my cheek. "No. It's our wedding night. Sleep with me."
He sounded more determined than happy. He regretted it, that much was obvious.
What did he regret more, the sex or the wedding? If we hadn't had sex maybe we could have just annulled the marriage. I almost rolled my eyes at myself. We could still annul the marriage. This wasn't the Victorian times where we had to prove that I was untouched and virginal.
"Thanks," I replied lamely, still staring at the lingerie.
"Let's get some sleep."