"Carter," I beg him, his name turning to sin on my lips. I don't know why I beg him; I've learned that doesn't work with my husband. He has no mercy and his intentions are always carried through, regardless of my pleas.
"Do you deny it, my sweet Aria?" he questions.
My body is a slave to his, and the rushing heat of desire spreads through me as an aching need, while I watch him undress. He doesn't take his time; he doesn't tease me with his quick movements. It's simply not who he is.
He shoves his pants off allowing his already hard cock to spring free. As I eye the velvety head, I lick my lips, praying he'll let me play with him tonight, as well. It's been too long.
Even as the thought draws a need, buried deep inside of me for the last few weeks, I'm all too aware of the time and what will happen soon.
Distracted is right. Swallowing harshly, I try to ignore the feeling of failure that has wrapped its iron grip around my throat.
"Do you deny it?" Carter repeats in a murmur. Although it's spoken so lowly, authority clings to each syllable.
His chiseled body, displayed like Adonis with the moonlight filtering through the curtains and casting shadows down every groove of his muscular chest, forces my thighs to quiver in anticipation.
"It is not unreasonable for me to be distracted right now," I begin to protest his accusation, but I'm stopped short.
"It's not, you're right about that." His admission shocks me. "However," his voice turns darkly low as he approaches. I don't miss the sound of the vibrator clicking against the mahogany nightstand. The soft lavender color is at odds with everything Carter is. He is nothing soft nor feminine. With a push of the small button on the end of it, a hum fills the room as my pulse quickens.
"You have denied me my right," Carter informs me, his gaze narrowing but it's deceptive. Everything in this moment melts me. He craves domination, complete and possessive. How he dominates though...
"What right is that?" I dare to question, my voice coming out stronger and with more confidence than it's been in quite some time. The hum of vibration gets louder as he approaches.
Pain flashes in his gaze so quickly, I doubt I saw it as he climbs on the bed next to me. The heat of his strong body quickly wraps itself around me, warming every inch of my skin. His masculine scent, a woodsy smell with hints of spice, fills my lungs.
Carter hesitates to answer me, which he's never done before. Both of us have questioned. Both of us have felt lost. I know it to be true and I hate that it's happened this way. The small fissure I've feared has formed between us cracks before my eyes. I don't want to lose him, to displease him, but I am failing. I'm failing in every way I never thought possible.
"The right to care for you," he admits with agony clear in his tone. It slices through me, all of my words gathering at the top of my throat, suffocating me as they refuse to leave me.
I didn't know this would happen. I planned it all so differently.
No one told me it would be like this.
None of the thoughts are able to escape as Carter drops his lips close to the shell of my ear. His warm breath is the first touch he's given me since I've laid down. It feels like everything as the shudder runs down my body. The gentle kiss at the lobe of my ear, begs me to turn on my side, to capture his lips with mine, but I know better. I let Carter give me what he's willing.
He nips my neck first and I struggle not to moan.
"It's alright, songbird," he whispers harshly at the shell of my ear. "It's my fault for letting you deny me this control." My heart thuds soundly and sharply. "I'll make it right."
