Page 38 of Untamed Billionaire's Innocent Bride

“Remember,” and his voice was a growl again. “You are nonsexual, little red. You do not feel what others do. Is that how this feels?”

But she couldn’t answer him.

She couldn’t do anything but dig her fingers into his shoulders as he opened her, pressed deeper and stretched her farther still.

Then finally, and yet too soon, he stopped.

And for a moment he only gazed down at her, propped up on his elbows with nothing but silver in his gaze and that very nearly stern set to his mouth.

While he was buried completely within her body.

And the knowledge of that, mixed with the exquisite sensation, so full and so deep, made her break apart all over again.

Less like a fist this time, and more like a wave. Over and over, until it wore itself out against the shore.

And when she opened her eyes again, she could see Dominik’s jaw clenched tight and something harder in his gaze. Determination, perhaps.

“You’re killing me,” he gritted out.

She tried to catch her breath. “Am I doing it wrong?”

And he let out a kind of sigh, or maybe it was a groan, and he dropped down to gather her even more firmly beneath him.

“No, little red, you’re not doing it wrong.”

But she thought he sounded tortured as he said it.

Then Lauren couldn’t care about that, either, because he began to move.

And it was everything she’d never known she wanted. She had never known she could want at all. It was the difference between a dark, cloudy sky, and a canopy of stars.

And she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only feel.

She was all sensation. All greed and passion, longing and desire, and all of it focused on the man who moved within her, teaching her with every thrust.

About need. About want.

About everything she had been missing, all these lonely years.

He taught her about hope, and he taught her about wonder, and still he kept on.

Lesson after lesson, as each thrust made it worse. Better.

As he made her undeniably human, flesh and passion made real, as surely as any kiss in a fairy tale story.

Until there was nothing between them but fire.

The glory of flames that danced and consumed them, made them one, and changed everything.

And when she exploded that time, he went with her.

* * *

He shouldn’t have gone out on that porch, Dominik thought grimly a long while later as the sky outside darkened to a mysterious deep blue, and Lauren lay sprawled against his chest, her breathing even and her eyes closed.

He should have stayed in Hungary. He should have laughed off the notion that he was an heir to anything.

And he never, ever should have suggested that they make this marriage real.