Frustration and desire war inside me. I want to shake her, tell her how dangerous these feelings are. How everyone I care about ends up dead. But the words stick in my throat.
Does she even realize what she’s doing?
Something inside me shatters. One moment, I'm fighting the urge to touch her. The next, my hands are tangled in her fire-bright hair, pulling her mouth to mine.
The kiss is brutal, desperate. Nothing like the gentle honeymoon kiss I should give my new bride. But Hannah meets my fury with her own, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she gasps against my lips.
Heat floods my veins, molten and fierce. She tastes like honey and sunshine, sweet and addictive. When my tongue brushes hers, lightning strikes through my body. My hands slide down her back, feeling silk and soft curves that make me groan.
She lets out a moan that reverberates through my body, making every cell come alive.
I grip her hips, pulling her to straddle my thighs, grinding my cock against her warm pussy.
Her body fits against mine like she was made for me. She’s igniting sensations I thought died in that fire years ago. I’m drowning as she arches into me, her tits pressing against mychest through thin silk. Her nipples are hard and distended, begging for me to suck them.
The passion blazes, threatening to consume everything. It's too much. Not enough. My body burns with need, with a hunger I've denied for so long. Hannah's hands slip under my shirt, her touch leaving trails of fire across my skin, and I know I'm lost.
This is exactly what I was afraid of, this consuming, overwhelming desire. But with Hannah's lips moving against mine, her body melting into me, I can't remember why I was fighting it.
Hannah rocks against me, and a groan tears from my throat.
"Hannah." My hands grip her hips, torn between pulling her closer and pushing her away.
My chest aches with need, not just physical, but something deeper. A primal instinct takes over. I capture her mouth again in a bruising kiss, swallowing her gasp. My fingers dig into soft flesh, marking her as mine.
I slide my hand up her thigh, under her negligee. My finger glides over the panel of her panties, finding it wet. My dick pulses, wanting to sink into her pussy. I tug the panel aside and my fingers immediately slide inside her.
“Oh!” She gasps, her fingers digging deeper into my shoulders.
I look into her sweet, young face. Her eyes are dark with desire, lips swollen from my kisses. The sight of her flushed and wanting makes my blood sing. And when her head falls back and her hips rock, fucking my fingers, I’m completely enthralled.
I know she's innocent, likely untouched. I’ve been nothing but rude to her. But she’s handed herself over to me, allowing me to touch her in ways I shouldn’t.
Her gasps fill the room and I can't stop myself. I can't resist the way she arches into my touch, her body begging for more.She's so different from Meghan, fiery and bold where Meghan was soft and gentle.
Her gasps grow louder and her hips rock faster as I finger fuck her. Her pussy is hot and wet, and my dick is jealous of my finger. I want to shove my pants down and sink into her pussy, to lose myself in her. But even now, the guilt twists in my chest. Guilt at taking something from her that I don’t deserve. Guilt at betraying Meghan.
“Oh!” She cries out, her pussy tightening around my finger, her juices coating my hand as her orgasm crashes through her. I can’t deny how sexy and beautiful she looks at this moment. How much I could be the man she wants and deserves.
As she comes down from the pleasure, she bites her lower lip, looking at me tentatively as she reaches down, her finger sliding inside my pants, brushing the tip of my dick. Pleasure and need rock through me, and I very nearly push her back on the couch to fuck her hard and fast before my mind can stop me.
But too late. I push her off me and rise from the couch. “I told you I’m not going to fuck you.” Goddammit. Why can’t I speak more gently to her?
Hannah looks up at me with wide eyes filled with confusion and hurt. “I… ah… You’re the one?—”
“I know.” I turn away, running my fingers through my hair, hating myself. “I’m sorry. As you can see, it’s not a matter of not being attracted to you.”
“Then why?”
I don’t know how to say all this without hurting her more. But I can’t be a coward. I turn and face her. “This marriage is for our families. That’s it.”
“That’s how most marriages in our world seem to be set up. But… well… they still act like married people.”
“Is that all this is to you? You want some façade of a happy marriage, for what? Your Instagram feed?”
The hurt in her expression is hard to miss, but I have to hand it to her, she’s tough. She rises from the couch, her eyes defiant even in their pain.
But I can’t let that sway me. "You're here for one reason only. To seal an alliance. Nothing more."
