Fuck it!
Her lips met his like fire, wild, consuming, and unrelenting.
He scooped her out of the chaos of shattered glass, carrying her up the stairs. Yet every step felt like an eternity, their desire unraveling in waves.
His lips trailed her neck, her throat, her collarbone, each kiss igniting sparks beneath her skin.
She tasted sweet, sweeter than he'd ever imagined in the depths of his longing.
It was their wedding night, and he wanted to feel all of her.
His hands roamed her curves, a two-year hunger spilling from every pore.
She moaned, soft and low, as his lips found her through the thin silk of her nightgown.
He nipped, sucked, teased until he freed her from her delicate prison.
His hands caressed her breasts as his gaze met hers, lovely, wide, doe-like eyes that glimmered with mischief and madness.
She was perfect. Even in chaos, even in fury, she was divine.
He set her down on the stairs, trailing kisses between her breasts, over her ribcage, and lower still.
His tongue danced over the lace of her panties, a wicked grin curving his lips.
"You're so fucking sexy," he murmured against her, just before he tore the lace away.
She gasped, a sharp inhale that melted into a moan. "Those cost a fortune, you know."
But before she could protest further, his mouth was on her, tongue swirling, lips sucking her clit until her moans turned to cries.
Her back arched, her hands grasping for purchase, finally settling on the tangle of his hair.
"Oh… God, Phil… oh…" she whimpered, his name spilling from her lips like a prayer.
He rose, his belt buckle undone, his hard length springing free. She bit her lip, her gaze dark with desire, and placed her foot against his throbbing erection.
"Dear husband," she purred, "you really are big."
He groaned, leaning forward to claim her again, but she pushed him back, her fingers slipping into his mouth. Her hand wrapped firmly around him, stroking with maddening precision.
"This…" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "This is mine."
Her thumb circled the tip, coaxing a hiss from him as she brushed kisses from his shoulders to his chest, her teeth grazing his skin.
"No other woman touches what's mine," she murmured, catching his lower lip between her teeth, biting just hard enough to leave a mark.
Her strokes grew faster, her grip firmer, his body trembling beneath her touch. He couldn't hold back, his resolve shattered as her nails raked through his hair.
He angled himself at her entrance, trailing his length over her wet folds, trembling as she whispered, "You'll have your pussy, husband… but only when you learn not to make me want to commit murder on our wedding day."
He shuddered as she dipped him inside, just enough for the heat of her to engulf him, before she pulled back.
His release came in sharp, shuddering waves, spilling over her fingers.
She caught it on her fingertips, brushing it against her lips with a wicked smile before leaning in to kiss him.
"Next time you upset me on our wedding day," she whispered, her voice honey-sweet and razor-sharp, "I'll cut your dick off. Understood?"