Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED)

Chapter XLII - Her Heaven

Another night had passed, but this time it wasn't as cold as those she had endured before. Beneath her was a warm, muscled body, carrying her weight as her upper body rested on his bare chest. His thick, greyish hair from chest to navel tickled her lightly now that she was half-conscious. His steady breathing lulled her toward sleep, and if it weren't for the phone ringing insistently on the side table, she would have been lost in dreamland, held close like this.

Groaning, Gabrielle reached for the infernal phone, turning off the alarm that had shattered her dreams. Squinting, she checked the time—past nine in the morning! Meetings and deals awaited her, yet here she still was—not on a bed, but atop Vincent. Almost naked, clad only in the thin lingerie she had chosen for their "supposed" first night.

Trying not to disturb the sleeping giant beneath her, she lifted herself slowly from his chest. The blanket slipped from her back to his legs, revealing what made her nearly scream if she hadn't quickly covered her face with both palms.

Wait—did they...?

No. Definitely not. She felt nothing amiss, and she knew that if they had, she wouldn't be able to move now.

Peeking at him through her fingers, she gulped. Her hands shook with embarrassment as she snatched the blanket's edge, tugging it over his body to cover his nudity. Heat rushed to her face at the sight of him. She had spent the night lying atop his warm, naked form, but seeing him like this—sinfully beautiful and impossibly masculine—made her thoughts spiral. She felt herself flush like a schoolgirl. A doctor, a professional, yet utterly undone by her husband.

Vincent groaned softly, shifting to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist as she perched beside him on the bed.

"Bella..." he whispered, pressing closer until he rested his head upon her lap.

"Just stay here, baby..." he murmured in sleep, luxuriating against her as if her lap were made for him.

"Wake up now, baby..." she whispered, startled that she had used the same endearment. Biting her lip, she prayed he hadn't heard.

Before she knew it, Vincent grinned, like a boy, eyes still closed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, tilting his head closer until his lips brushed against her lower abdomen.

"Now you're forgiven..." he murmured, making her fingers comb through his thick hair.

"For what sin...?" she asked, fingers tangled in his mane repeatedly.

"For sleeping on me and leaving me aching all night," he replied, lips planted on her flat stomach, paying her no mind.

"Sorry... I..." she murmured, but he shushed her, kissing her thighs.

"Ssssh... I understand. We have the rest of our lives to be one..." he smiled against her skin, and she found herself smiling in return.

The phone rang again, jolting them both. This time it was Vincent's. Hesitant, he picked it up, flipping so his head rested on her lap, looking up at her angelic face.

"Yes..." he replied, frowning.

"Yes, we're together... no..." His expression hardened.

"No. I will go and represent my wife—she's resting." He sounded resolute.

"I'll go instead of my wife. No! She's not flying when she just returned from New York yesterday. I'll do it. End of discussion!" With that, he hung up, combing his hair in frustration.

"What was that about?" she asked, concerned at his sudden shift in mood.

"They need us for a site inspection in Frankfurt... tomorrow," he explained.

"Tomorrow?!"

"They're desperate to close the contract; otherwise, the land will be sold elsewhere."

"I have to go then!"

"You won't, Bella. I'll go."

"I don't see why I can't go. I sealed the deal, after all."

"Bella, I won't let you drain yourself for a mere inspection. I've seen the site; it's perfect. They just need the contract signed. You stay here, tend to the UK business." He rose, facing her.

"But—" she began, willing to travel tonight.

"No buts..." he whispered, touching her cheek. "My decision: you stay. You're the president, but I'm still your husband." He smiled, closing the distance to kiss her tenderly.

"You know I'll never be submissive, right...?" she dared, eyes narrowed.

"Then let me show you..." he growled, pushing her onto the bed, blanket slipping from his waist, exposing what she had tried so hard to avoid.

"Vince!!!"

"Let me witness it..." he grinned, claiming her lips in a carnal kiss, muscles pressing into hers, heat radiating from his body.

She felt his hardness between her thighs as he separated them, granting himself access.

"Vince...!" she cried, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Bella..." his hands caressed her soft skin, lips tracing from her neck to sharp shoulder blades. He tugged at her lingerie, nearly tearing it as his tongue traced her nipples.

"Oh...! Vince... w-we need to... oh God!!!" she gasped, as his hand ventured beneath her lace underwear, drawing forth pools of need.

His fingers moved in light circular motions, sending her further into madness.

But then the alarm rang again—Vincent's phone—and the side table's telephone followed.

"Fuck... shit!!!" he groaned.

"V-Vince!!! We need to stop...!" she cried, the hardest thing she'd ever said to him. She wanted him just as badly, yet they couldn't.

If she gave in now, the rest of the day would be lost to their bodies. Gabrielle knew she would be pinned, overpowered, helpless under his beast-like drive. Nothing else would matter.

"Bullshit...!" he swore. If it were any other woman, he might have indulged quickly. But this was his wife—their first time. He needed a full day... no, an eternity, to make love to her.

Another ring. He pressed his forehead to hers.

"Go with me to Germany...?" he asked desperately.

"I would love to...!" she replied, cupping his pained face.

"Fuck...!" He lowered his head, kissing her forehead, snatching the phone.

"Yes! We'll be there! Move the meeting if necessary; my wife and I will arrive in an hour!" He snapped, throwing the phone across the room.

"Don't be beastly... you'll have me all to yourself soon enough," she murmured.

"Shower with me...?" he asked, urgent again. She bit her lip—so tempting, so dangerous. One more move, one lapse, and everything would unravel.

"I don't think that's a good idea right now..." she said, feeling his lips brush her forehead as he cupped her neck.

"Promise me your heaven for this pain, Bella..." he whispered, and she smiled, kissing his warm cheek.

"Promise..." she said, finally pushing him away, running to the bath to soothe the heat his fire had ignited.