Chapter 4 Hayden

The taste of her lips on mine sent a fire roaring through me - a blaze that ignited every single part of me. Muscles tightened, my jaw clenched, and my cock pulsed rock hard between my legs. I could feel the beast inside of me clawing to break free, wanting nothing more than to tear the dress from her body with my teeth, spread her pretty thighs wide and slide every thick, hard inch of my big cock deep in her little cunt.

But no. Ravage her I would, but I was going to take my time. I'd have her whimpering and writhing in pleasure, and begging me for it before I claimed her cherry. I groaned at the thought, precum leaking from my swollen cock as my balls tingled with need for release.

"I can give you everything and more, Princess," I growled quietly, holding her close to me, feeling her body tremble against my big frame. "Be my queen."

"I- I'm getting married today," she whispered, her lips still red and swollen from our kiss.

"No you're not."

She whimpered.

"You're not marrying that slug," I hissed.

"He's going to be my husband."

I knew the circumstances of her arrangement. I knew about her family's debts, and that Milton had swooped in like a buzzard to snatch her away. And I could see that spark of fire in her eyes, and even if the means made me furious, I understood her resolve. She hated the arrangement, but her pride and her fierce desire to protect her family would have her go through with it.

...But not anymore.

I admired the fire in this girl, but I would not let her be shackled to a pile of shit like King Milton. And besides that, she was mine, not his. Mine to claim. Mine to have. Mine to steal away and hold forever.

Mine.

"He's going to be your husband, and he's never even touched you."

It wasn't a question. I knew.

Callie shook her head. "No," she whispered.

"And does he make you tremble like this?"

Her breath caught as my hands tightened on her body, her eyes going wide as they burned into mine. "No," she gasped.

"Does he make your pulse skip when he touches your skin?"

She shook her head, swallowing thickly as I leaned in close.

"And tell me, Princess," I growled lowly, my lips just barely brushing hers. "Does he make that sweet little pussy between your pretty thighs as wet as I know it is right now?"

She whimpered.

"You-" she panted, her breath coming staggered. "You can't talk to me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like...that."

"I think you like me talking to you like this."

"I- I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to," I purred. My hands slid to hold her hips, pulling them against my body and letting her feel every inch of my big, swollen cock press against her. Letting her feel it pulse with need for her.

"Because your panties are soaked enough for me to know that."

Her jaw dropped, like the last little shred of her princessly indignation.

"They are no-"

"Why don't we find out?"

She gasped as I scooped her right up into my arms, lifting her effortlessly and cradling her body as I strode across the room. Her breath caught and her arms tightened on me as I stormed right for the mirrored vanity sitting against one wall with determination. I set her down on the edge of it, and before she could say a word, my lips were pressed against hers, tasting her once again.

Oh, but there was so much more I was going to taste.

My hands slid down, tugging and bunching the soft white fabric of her wedding dress up to her waist. Callie moaned into my lips, panting, her fingers gripping at my arm muscles as I pushed the white folds of gauzy fabric high and spread her long legs. I moved between them, growling into her mouth and tasting her moans as my hands slid to her thighs and started to move higher.