Free Falling into Black by Carrie Kelly Page B

didn’t want to marry
me for me, it was to keep his position. Why couldn’t he tell me the truth?
    “Please don’t make me,
Dorian,” I moaned.
    With a sudden force he
yanked the silky gown over my head and ripped the panties down my full thighs.
I scooted back on the bed, but he pulled me by the ankles, smothering me with
his strong chest. Then he pinned my hands above my head, holding me still as he
continued his relentless assault on my senses.
    Lips scorched the flesh
on my neck and collarbone, my traitorous body buckling into his.
    “You can’t deny it,
Alicia. You can’t deny how you feel about me – it’s written all over your
glorious body. All over your beautiful face.”
    I panted for breath, my
breasts heaving into his chest as my skin sang with desire. He was right. I
would gladly marry him under normal circumstances, but this was far from
normal. Then again everything about Dorian Black was far from normal.
    “Why me?” I whispered as
his legs forced my thighs open.
    Dorian stopped and
stared at me, his eyes softening. “Why not you, Alicia? I already said I
loved you. I want you to be mine and mine alone.”
    My breath caught in my
throat. I loved him too, despite my brain telling me it was a bad idea. I
hardly knew him. But I also couldn’t let him lose his job or his company
because of some shareholder’s whim. Mr. Black kept his secrets, but it didn’t
mean I had to push him away.
    His delicate fingers
stroked the length of my clit. Each light caress brought a gasp to my throat, a
shiver of desire coursing through my veins.
    “You’re going to be my
wife,” he growled as the slick heat of his cock slipped inside. “Say you’ll be
my wife, darling.”
    I moaned at the sudden
entrance of his throbbing length as it filled me to the brim. Wiggling in his
grasp, I nodded fitfully.
    “Yes. I’ll marry you,
Dorian.”
    “That’s what I wanted to
hear,” he groaned and thrust into my eager pussy again.
    His mouth engulfed mine
in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as his teeth nipped and
pulled at my full bottom lip, suckling it. Each powerful thrust filled me in
ways I never imagined. Our bodies, both slick with sweat, were meant to be one
instead of two.
    “Tell me you love me,”
he whispered and loosened his grip on my wrists.
    I clung to his back,
digging my fingers into his muscular flesh. “I love you, Dorian,” I moaned.
    Hands and mouth
traversed lower, pinching and sucking on my breasts. I tangled my fingers in
his thick, black hair as he brought us both closer and closer to the height of
our passion.
    Then his thumb brushed
over my clit. Each stroke timed perfectly with his forceful thrusts. I moaned
and twitched, my hips buckling into his magnificent body as my sex gripped him
in a tight hold. The orgasm rippled through me, a shuddering blast of delight
drowning me until I fought to breathe.
    His hot seed spilled
inside a moment later, his back stiffening. The turgid length buried in my
aching depths as it slowly softened.
    “Mm,” he moaned and
kissed me again. His lips brushed mine tenderly as he panted in my face.
    I released my hold on
his back, and he flinched slightly. “Did I hurt you?” I asked.
    For a moment, Dorian’s
eyes clouded over. Then he shook his head. “No, Alicia. Not yet.”
    He pulled me into him,
his strong arms holding me close, and I pondered what he meant as I drifted off
to sleep.
    *
* *
    “Do you want to buy your
dress here or in Milan?” Dorian asked during breakfast the next morning.
    I coughed on my espresso
and set the cup down. “What dress?” I asked, although I had a feeling I knew
exactly what he was talking about.
    “The wedding dress. I’ve
emailed a few designers who would love to work with you.”
    Gaping at my new fiancé,
I wiped my mouth. “Isn’t this all a bit sudden?”
    Dorian sighed and ran
his fingers through his hair. After spending several days with him, I learned
to spot a sign of distress when I saw