Becoming Lady Thomas (Becoming Her Book 1) Page 8

  His grip tightens, and for a brief moment, by the angry look in his eyes, I wonder if he’ll shake me. Instead, he relaxes his grip but glares at me.

  “So he finally got to fuck you instead of me getting to. That’s why you’re so messed up in the head over him. I should have known you would spread your legs the first chance you had—just like your sister.”

  The sting of his words is immediate, and tears well in my eyes. “Let me go.”

  He releases me, and the moment he does, I slap him hard across the cheek.

  “Don’t ever say such terrible things about me or my sister again. Leave my presence before I have you removed by the man you speak so ill of. He would never talk to me as you just have,” I bite out.

  His eyes narrow, and he brings his face close to mine so that, when he says his words, they spittle all over me. “I slept with her over and over again at university. A man has sexual needs—needs you were supposed to fulfill as my future wife. Whenever I missed you, I would sink into her and pretend it were you. But, Lissa, know that I didn’t take her virginity. Your sister sleeps around a lot. Apparently just like you do.”

  I have no words for him. The betrayal is too much. And while I should be more hurt over William’s having slept with my sister, I’m devastated that she would do that to me.

  She’s my sister.

  My flesh and blood.

  “I hate you. And for the record, I have not made love to him. Yet,” I snarl with tears rolling out over my cheeks as I raise my hand to slap him again.

  This time, he grabs it before it connects and pushes me against the wall. His lips are on mine in an instant, muffling my scream. Then I hear a door swing open before William is forcibly ripped from me.

  My chest heaves wildly as I meet the dark, furious eyes of my Jasper.

  “Jasper!” I cry and reach a shaky hand toward him.

  His eyes shoot me a quick apology before he begins smashing punch after punch into William’s face. Blood bursts from William’s nose, and I nearly faint from the sight of it.

  “Jasper, stop!” I scream. “Please, stop!”

  It isn’t like William doesn’t deserve it, but I hate to see the feral, murderous look in Jasper’s eyes. I want my sexual, domineering, yet sweet beast to come back to me.

  “Let him go. He’s not worth it,” I sob. “Jaz, please.”

  He stiffens at my words and the raised fist doesn’t connect with William’s face again. Instead, it drops to his side and his shoulders slump. William takes the moment to stumble his way back toward the open window. Wordlessly, he escapes into the night and out of my life.

  I’ve never been happier.

  Jasper appears to snap out of his haze, because his shoulders lift back up and he turns to take in my mess of a face.

  “My honeysuckle,” he whispers before prowling over to me and taking both of my tear-stained cheeks in his palms. “I saw red. Him, kissing you. It was too much. You’re mine, Elisabeth.”

  I nod emphatically. “I am yours. Always. Now, kiss away his taste. I only want you on my tongue for the rest of my life.”

  His growl spills into my throat as he kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. My tongue meets his with urgency—a need to connect and forget the past. This man, my Jasper, tastes delicious and perfect.

  He is mine and I am his.

  As we kiss, his hands slip into my hair and he tugs at it, tilting my head back. Then he breaks the kiss and dips down to my neck. I moan with each desperate suck he takes on my flesh. He’s marking me, and I want more. I want him to mark every part of my body and my soul.

  “I need you in my bed, honeysuckle. My cock aches to fit inside you—to be completely whole with you,” he murmurs against my skin.

  “Yes. Take me, Jaz.”

  The words barely leave my mouth before he scoops me into his arms. I gasp at losing ground under my feet, but I also snuggle into his chest. Then my fingers find his hair and I lovingly stroke at his scalp.

  I wonder why I fought this pull for so long. Destiny brought us together. Fate already had plans for us. This was the work of a higher being. It was only a matter of time before I caved and gave in to what was meant to be.

  “I have a gift for you, dear Elisabeth. All day, I have wanted to bestow you with it, but I wanted to wait for the right time. Can you wait a while longer and let me present the gift to you before we make love?”

  His eyes are tender as they shine with adoration. I would give him the world right now if I could.

  “Of course. The wait will be worth it, remember, Jaz?”

  He grins a lopsided smile that flips my tummy. The man is achingly handsome.

  “Honeysuckle, I love it when you call me Jaz.”

  I beam at him. “Jaz, I love it when you call me honeysuckle.”

  His lips find mine for an uncoordinated, chaste kiss as he walks, but it still warms my heart. When we make it into his bedroom, he sets me to my feet beside the bed.

  “Stay here,” he instructs.

  I watch as he disappears into his dressing room. While I wait, I unpin my hair and set the clips on the table beside the bed. My mess of crimson curls fall piece by piece until I’ve undone it all. I’m sure that, to anyone else right now, I seem an awful sight.

  But to Jasper?

  I know he sees me as beautiful and perfect—even with my hair looking the way it is while I’m wearing a simple robe.

  “Close your eyes,” he says in a thick voice as he reenters the room.

  My eyes take in the fact that he’s removed his waistcoat and shirt. His feet are bare, and he is standing in only his trousers, which hang low on his hips. The lines in his chest that define the muscles are utterly worthy my tongue. When my eyes fall to the dark smattering of hair that follows the V-shape of his lower stomach muscles right into his trousers, a needy mewl falls from my lips.

  “You can look at this for the rest of your life. Right now, though, I need you to close your eyes.” His grin is smug, and I feel my cheeks redden at being caught.

  “Don’t take too long. I was getting rather aroused, mister,” I tell him saucily before snapping my eyes closed.

  His growl satisfies me that my words had the effect I had intended.

  “Elisabeth,” he murmurs and takes my hand, “I have loved you from the moment I saw your portrait. In that moment, I felt as if I’d been given a glimpse into the intricacies that are this universe. It was as if I caught a vision of a perfect future. But it was one I would have to work for to achieve. Honeysuckle, I’d do it all over again just to have you here with me.”

  Once he pauses, I peek my eyes open. Immediately, tears spill over to see him so vulnerable on one knee and a shimmering ring between the thumb and finger of his free hand. When he hesitates before sliding it on, I nod with approval.

  “Honeysuckle, will you be my wife? Of your own free will? Will you let me make love to you every day until we both are buried in one grave together as one? Will you bear my children and my last name? Will you let me love you like I was born to do?”

  I sniffle at his words, nodding after each question. “A thousand yesses, Jaz.” Then my eyes widen as he pushes the ring along my finger—a perfect fit. “It’s gorgeous,” I sigh dreamily.

  The ring he chose is appropriate. It’s a large ruby encircled by smaller emeralds. Most women wear diamonds for their marriage, but I feel special and different with this well-thought-out ring—the ring he had especially designed for me. When I turn it over, I notice the clever heart etched around the engraving.

  J&E

  “It doesn’t compare to your beauty, but it was as close as I could get.” He smiles sheepishly at me.

  “Thank you,” I tell him before quirking my eyebrows up in a teasing manner. “Now, I suggest you take my innocence and make me yours before I change my mind.”

  He rises to his feet in such haste that I’m nearly knocked over. The giggle that bursts from me earns a swat to my bottom. I’ve learned that those swat
s are the good sort of punishment.

  “Honeysuckle?” His voice rumbles through his chest and tickles mine, which is barely touching his.

  “Yes?”

  “Your name is Elisabeth.”

  I scrunch my nose up in confusion. “I know that.”

  “I wanted to remind you because, in a few minutes, I’m going to make you forget it and the only one you’ll know how to say is mine.”

  THE WORDS.

  She finally said the words.

  My honeysuckle. My sweet Elisabeth wants me as much as I want her. She has willingly agreed to be my wife. A carnal desire to beat on my chest and shout to the world that she is mine overwhelms me, but I school those urges. Right now, there are more important things to tend to.

  Her.

  She smiles beautifully at me with expectation and hope. It worries me that her loss of virginity might be painful, but the thought of taking her and making her mine overshadows it. We’ll get through it together. I’ll be there for her every step of the way.

  My hands find the sash to the robe and I easily untie it. Elisabeth is a perfect gift and I’ve finally been honored with the privilege of opening her.

  She.

  Is.

  Mine.

  I hear her gasp when my thumbs graze across her hardened nipples. Her entire body quivers with the anticipation of our union. Sliding my hand down, I touch her through her thatch of hair and locate her pleasure button. The moment it connects, she whimpers.

  “I want you so wet for me, honeysuckle. I want you to drip with your arousal so that, when I slide into you, you’ll feel no pain—only pleasure. Can I tease your body and worship it like I want to?”

  She nods and threads her fingers through my hair.

  “Do you want my tongue on that sweet cunt of yours—tasting and lapping up the very essence that is you?” I croon as I lower myself to my knees.

  “Yes, Jaz. I want that again. I like what you do to me with your tongue.”

  Her words are sexy and they make me crazy for her. I want to own her with my mouth. Show her that she’ll never need food or water again. Just me. Just my tongue on her pussy.

  “On the edge of the bed,” I growl out my order, needing to taste her now.

  My girl doesn’t hesitate or ask questions. Instead, she stumbles back and does as she’s been told. I watch with greedy eyes as she lies back and places her heels on the edge of the bed as well. Then her knees fall apart and she opens herself to me. The trust she has in me to take care of her overwhelms me. I’d die to protect her and will never let her go.

  Scooting closer to her, I dip my head to her gorgeous cunt and inhale her. Her scent is unique and belongs to me—more alluring than any rose or lily.

  “I want you to touch your perfect breasts while I feast upon you,” I instruct.

  She murmurs that she will and begins to knead them. The sight is fucking beautiful, and my cock throbs painfully to be inside her.

  Using my thumbs, I open her up and admire the pink, tender flesh. The sight will never be boring. I’ll never tire of seeing it.

  “Jaz,” she begs.

  I don’t need any more instruction on her part. With vigor, I dive into her.

  Tasting.

  Sucking.

  Nibbling.

  I’m lost in the act of pleasing her beyond words. I drive her nearer and nearer to the edge of her own sanity simply with the magic my tongue creates. When I feel that she’s about to lose it, I slip a finger inside her tight body. And when she’s ready, I push another into her. Her body stretches to accommodate the intrusion.

  “I’m—”

  Her words are lost to a carnal scream of desire that sounds delightfully like my name. I groan as her cunt clamps around my fingers, enjoying the way I own her body with them.

  “Now, Jaz, please,” she begs once her body has calmed.

  I ease my fingers out and stand before the goddess that is mine. Her hair is a wicked mess of flames spread out on the bed beneath her. My cock bobs in place, eager to join our party.

  “Honeysuckle,” I murmur as I step closer to the bed until my knees touch the side of it. My cock rests on the hair between her legs. “This will hurt. But I promise you, darling, I will do everything in my power to take that pain away. Do you trust me?”

  She nods. Then her eyes flicker with fear, but it’s the only sign of hesitation.

  “Once I start, I won’t stop. I’ll fuck you into the next century. You’ll scream and bleed and beg, but I won’t fucking quit until I fill every inch of your cunt. Are we clear?”

  A whimper.

  “Ignore the pain and embrace the meaning of this. Our bodies will join in a way no marriage contract will ever touch. This will be the marriage of our souls.”

  I expect her to cry. To beg. To plead for us to put it off.

  Not my honeysuckle.

  Not the vixen I’ve created.

  “Stop your blubbering and take me. Now, Jasper.”

  Her words are bossy as hell and they make me crazy with need.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I growl as I grab my thick cock.

  She squirms, spreading herself as open as she can for me. I drag the tip of my weeping cock through the hair on her pussy and tease her opening.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Wet.

  Considering she’s a virgin, I should go slow. Allow her to adjust. Prepare her body for me. But I won’t. The sooner we break through that barrier, the sooner we can dive into the pleasure. No sense in drawing the pain out.

  I line myself up and push into her with a forceful thrust.

  Her scream is loud as her innocence is obliterated. The stars in my vision are of pure bliss at the way her body clenches around mine. She sobs but doesn’t try to stop me as I rock into her.

  “Faster, Jaz,” she whimpers.

  My eyes find her determined, tear-stained ones.

  And I thrust and pump and pound into her until she’s no longer crying, until she’s moaning my name instead. Her hands are all over her swollen breasts in an effort to maximize all of her pleasure. As I fuck my love, I find her throbbing clit and massage it.

  “Jasper!” Her shriek is one of approval. She writhes in ecstasy as I take us both to the edge of our orgasms.

  I’m not sure if I can wait for hers, but her body pleases mine when it fiercely clenches around my cock, indicating her inability to wait for me either. I lose all sense of the world around me but her as I burst my seed deep into her.

  I don’t stop thrusting until every last drop has been emptied. Then my cock becomes flaccid and I slip out of her, uncaring that the evidence of our lovemaking spills out.

  Sliding an arm underneath her, I haul her up the bed and lay my head on my elbow so I can look at her. “I love you, Elisabeth.”

  Her eyes shine with mutual affection. “I love you too, Jasper. That . . . that was incredible.”

  I smirk at her. “My intention was to put a spell on you. Have I succeeded?”

  A small giggle erupts from her. “Yes. Undoubtedly so. If what we just did was a part of your wizardry, I’ll fall victim every time.”

  God, she’s so fucking cute.

  “I shall call for a priest in the morning. Another night that you aren’t my wife won’t pass,” I tell her firmly.

  Even though she’s happy, a frown plays at her lips.

  “What? After our mind-blowing lovemaking, you hesitate to marry me?” I question. My heart races at such a prospect.

  “No, uh, it’s just that I thought maybe my family—”

  I cut her off. “I’m your family now. We’ll have a reception later to commemorate our union, but you’ll be my wife before sunset tomorrow.”

  She bites her lip as one of her eyebrows rises. “Under one condition.”

  Condition?

  One fucking condition?

  “What?” I amuse her with my question.

  A smile tugs at her lips and her cheeks blaze. I know this look. I k
now without words what it means. She doesn’t have to say anything, and I’m already climbing over her. My once again hardened cock lies between our bellies as I kiss her deeply.

  “Jaz,” she whimpers when my length drags along her pussy until it presses against her opening.

  With a thrust, I take her again, this time without resistance. My tongue tangles with hers as we try to devour each other’s souls.

  “What?” I grunt again as I mate with my other half.

  “That. That was the condition. This. You. Kissing me. All of it.”

  I pull away from her to stare into her green eyes. With our noses grazing and our eyes locked, we again find the utmost pleasure in each other. Together.

  This time, after I’ve emptied myself into her, I don’t break away from her. This time, I fall against her, certainly stealing her breath. I want her secure beneath me at all times. I want her physically connected with me at all times.

  I want my Elisabeth.

  My honeysuckle.

  At. All. Times.

  “Jasper, you certainly know how to please a lady.”

  I find her ear with my mouth and gently kiss the lobe. “It would appear that you, honeysuckle, are not the hearts-and-flowers type of lady. You prefer tongues and fingers.”

  She gasps in mock horror and playfully spanks my arse. I’ll have to pay her back for that one later.

  “I spend my entire lifetime accumulating all of this wealth and I find the one woman on the planet who would prefer to run naked and feed only upon me. The only woman who could care less about riches and power. How did I ever get so lucky?” I tease.

  Her fingers thread in my hair, and she sighs in contentment. “Jaz, it wasn’t luck. I was destined to become Lady Thomas. But now that I’ve hooked you forever, the corsets are getting tossed into the bin. I’m keen on this whole naked idea you pose.”

  I chuckle as I find her lips again. “So we’ll become poor, naked fools blind to the world and only seeing that of each other?”

  “Sounds pretty blissful to me,” she laughs.

  As I devour her mouth with mine, I agree.

  Any world. Any scenario that has Elisabeth in it is pure bliss. Heaven.

  I’ll never let her go.

  She.

  Is.