The door slammed shut behind them, and everything went still.

Her veil lay forgotten on the floor, and her new husband—tall, broad, and burning—stood across the room like he was fighting a war inside his chest. His eyes swept her once, slow and full of heat, from the top of her head to the stilettos she was about to lose. That stare made her thighs press together.

“Do you know how hard it was pretending to be calm all day?” he asked, stalking forward.

Her lips curled into a sly smirk, voice low and wicked. “You mean while I was sitting across from you, no panties under that dress?”

He froze. A vein ticked in his neck.

“You did what?”

She stepped backward, slowly undoing the back of her dress, teasing him with every breath. “I wanted you distracted. I wanted you hard in front of your mother.”

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

“And you love it.”

He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed her by the throat—not choking, just claiming. “You think it’s cute to test me on our wedding night?”

“I think you like it when I’m mouthy,” she whispered, licking her lips. “You like me messy and needy and begging for your cock.”

That snapped the leash.

He growled and spun her around, pushing her face-first against the door. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. Her gown split down the middle and fell away like paper, leaving her bare, gasping, soaked.

“You don’t want foreplay?” he whispered against her neck. “You’re going to regret that.”

“I want to feel you ruin me.”

“Good. Because I don’t plan on stopping until your legs stop working.”

His fingers plunged into her from behind, knuckles deep. She cried out, arching, her hips rolling greedily.

“Look at you,” he rasped, curling his fingers until her knees buckled. “So fucking wet for me already. You’ve been waiting for this all damn day, haven’t you?”

“I was wet before the vows,” she moaned. “I wanted you to bend me over the altar.”

“Filthy little wife,” he chuckled darkly. “Get on the bed.”

She obeyed, crawling up onto the white silk sheets on hands and knees, ass in the air. When she looked over her shoulder, his eyes had gone nearly black.

“I want to hear it,” he said, fist around his thick, hard cock as he walked toward her. “Say what you need.”

“Fuck me, husband,” she begged, licking her lips. “Break me in. Fill me so deep I feel it in my throat.”

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her in one vicious thrust.

She screamed.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. His pace was brutal, unrelenting. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her moans rising louder, filthier, wetter.

“Yours,” she cried. “This pussy’s yours now.”

“Damn right it is.”

He reached around and grabbed her throat again, dragging her back against his chest while still buried deep inside. “Tell me how good I fuck you.”

“Like no man ever will,” she panted. “Like you want to split me open and crawl inside.”

He growled and threw her down on her back, spreading her thighs wide. “I do. I want to stretch this pussy until it only fits me.”

“Then do it. Use me, husband. I want to feel you dripping down my legs when you’re done.”

He grabbed her ankles, tossed her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her like he owned her soul. She clawed at his back, bit his shoulder, kissed him with tongue and teeth and desperate sounds.

“God, you feel so good—so deep—I can’t—fuck—”

“That’s it, scream for me.”

“I’ll scream the whole fucking hotel down!”

“Then let them hear you. Let them know who owns this pussy now.”

He reached down, thumb circling her clit with wicked precision while he drove into her with force. Her back arched. She started shaking.

“I’m coming—oh fuck—I’m—”

“Let go, baby. Make a mess.”

She came with a violent cry, body convulsing, soaking him as her vision blurred.

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped her again, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and kept going.

"You're going to give me one more."

“I can’t—”

“You will.”

And she did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

By the time he finally spilled inside her, grinding so deep her eyes rolled back, she couldn’t even speak. Just sobbed his name like a prayer.

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, still breathing hard.

“Welcome to marriage, baby.”