Chapter 3

I'm just about to slip into a deep slumber when I feel an irritable tingle, an itch which I choose to ignore, but find my eyes flashing open in suspicion.

I catch his monstrous frame from the corner of my eye and sink back with relief but also grow wary. God, how long has he been standing there, watching me?

Harry has treated me like I didn't exist from the moment we got off the plane, so this stalking behavior is something I clearly find peculiar. He doesn't stray his eyes even after I've caught him looking. The heat in his eyes remind me of angry lava and I gulp, nervous.

"S- so you just, watch women bathe now?" He smirks and slowly unravels his folded arms, the muscles and the veins moving accordingly, and I suppress a moan.

"Not just any woman, my so called wife." He moves away from his position by the door frame, preying closer, and suddenly the water is too warm.

"So called?-"

"Shhh..." he rasps, fingers curling around my slender neck as he seats himself by the edge of the tub. My nerve endings spike at his touch and I feel my nipples harden into aching pebbles. He hasn't touched me there yet and I know I'm soaked.

"Look at you," his thumb swipes over my bottom lip before his hand descends— "your body is practically begging for my touch," palm brushing the side of my breast and meddling with the swell under the heavy flesh.

I gasp when his fingers find my nipples and tortures them with rough tugs, pinches, squeezes and smacks.

"Harry!" I cry when his mouth finally closes over the tip of my breast, sucking like his life depended on it. I sobbed tearlessly and shoved uselessly at his strong shoulders, surrendering when my efforts only prove to be futile.

I clutch the rim of the tub with both hands and arch my back when his left hand wonders lower, over the curve of my breast and the smooth plains of my stomach to the bare, aching flesh between my legs.

"So fucking wet for me." He growls as his finger travels the drenched path of my slit. I whimper at his teasing touch and grind into his torturous hand.

"This pussy," he cups my mound and pushes a finger into me, "is all fucking mine." I cry out as a shudder wracks my body when he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of me at full speed.

"Mine to fuck, mine to taste, mine to play with. All. Fucking. Mine." He bites the shell of my ear and I combust.

White. Grey. Pulsing heat and foggy pleasure. I sigh and relish in the after effects of the best orgasm I've ever had.

Harry watches me heatedly, with his fingers still within the walls of my pussy and his other hand playing with my sensitive nipples.

"I love watching you come." I gulp at the deadly promises behind his fueled eyes.

The air sizzles as my husband watches me watch him, my skin prickles under the weight of his stare whilst the greedy chasm between my legs aches to have him do dirty things to me. Corrupt me. Defile me. I'd be a willing participant.

In a scuffle of arms, splashing water and desperate limbs, my lips meet his as he practically drags me out of the tub and into his waiting arms. I'm still so fucking angry, angry at him, at his unreasonable temper, at his looks, at his charisma, and I pour all my rage into the kiss. Tongue tangling, teeth clashing, lips bruising and fingers digging into needy flesh.

He cup my breasts in both his large hands and gives them a good squeeze which I moan in approval to. My hips find a movement of their own, grinding my bare pussy over his pant covered crotch, the more than evident bulge providing lethal friction to my swollen clit.

"Mmmm" he grabs ahold of my hips and humps into me like a man gone wild and I shudder, a growing pressure building at the bottom of my spine.

I gasp a lung full of air just as I feel myself begin to unravel and welcome the pleasure, until Harry ceases all movement to cup the back of my neck. I whimper, almost pained for being denied such pleasure, it's unlike anything I've ever experienced.

"You thought I was just gonna let you come? Like that?" He growls into my damp neck and I shiver when I feel his teeth graze the skin.

He chuckles at my response and I feel it, right to the tips of my toes.

"Oh no sweet little Lisbeth, you're only going to get to come once I'm inside you," he gnaws the words, my breathing freezes for a second, heart galloping, and he waits for that to push himself closer.

"That's right, I'm going to fuck you. Right now. Fuck you raw, fuck you hard. And I don't give a shit what you have to say," he doesn't wait for my response to throw me over his shoulder like a doll. Suddenly my world shifts axis, and I know I should be nervous, frightened by his confession, but my body only caves in delight. And I don't know how I feel about this.

My quivering frame bounces on the silk sheets he tosses me onto. I catch myself on my elbows and watch him like a deer caught in headlights.

He stands there, eyes drinking in every strip of skin displayed to him like he hasn't seen a naked woman before— growling when his eyes find how wet I am.

"I haven't been inside you yet, haven't touched you and your cunts already drooling for me baby," he licks his lips, rolls his shoulders back, flexes his muscles.

And lunges.