Fierce Possession (Touched By You 9)

Fierce Possession

1 – Wedding Night

High in the night sky over New York, the city lights gleaming below, Tanner pressed his lips to the inside of Natalie’s wrist. The only music was the loud hum of the helicopter, and the only restraints the rough seatbelts. Yet he wanted his new wife, more than he’d ever wanted her before. She was his, all his, in heart, body, soul—and now, in name.

In the pit of his stomach, a fist of emotion gripped. Something new, unexpected, seized him. From the very beginning, Tanner had known that he wasn’t good for Natalie. She’d shown him he was worthy of love, of her love. And in many ways he’d changed, opened to love.

Still, in some ways he hadn’t changed at all, and wondered if he ever would. “I love you,” he mouthed, unable to be heard over the roar of the helicopter. He watched Natalie smile, an enigmatic sensual smile. Radiating beauty even in the dark interior, Tanner was drawn to her. The desire to possess rose in his veins with a heat that he felt ill-equipped to control.

“I love you,” Natalie mouthed back, and he stroked his tongue al
ong the soft skin of her wrist.

Tanner was in trouble, and he hadn’t expected to be. He was married to the woman he craved, the only woman he wanted. The realization that she was his, in that way, made him feel crazed. When was the
damn helicopter going to land?

He needed to hold her, touch her, and have her. All day—with the guests, the ceremony, the toasts—Tanner had been tense. Nothing gave him greater joy than making Natalie his wife, but the intensity of feeling that boiled in his veins might not be a good thing. He wasn’t sure.

Then, there she’d been, in a white ruffled dress, thick brown hair styled like a princess. She stepped down the aisle toward him in her satin shoes, looking like an angel, which only made Tanner feel like the devil. He wasn’t sure where that feeling came from.

Deep in the recesses of his subconscious, demons he thought he’d put to bed long ago reared their heads. She was everything he wanted. And that was it: he wanted her too much. It was beyond endurance, more than he could express.

Natalie reached out and touched his cheek with her fingertips, sending electricity through his body. There was no going back, not that he wanted to. Not wanting to hurt her, Tanner took a breath. He would use restraint; he would. He had to, at least for now.

Natalie ran one finger over his bottom lip, marveling once again at how handsome he was. The chiseled features, his muscled form, and perfect lips—everything about him excited her. No matter how many times she looked at him, she’d never tire of it.

Now, he was her husband. The man she loved with all her heart loved her back. And she was his wife. Warmth spread through her every time she thought of it. Looking at him in the darkness of night, a rush of emotion that had to be felt, that could not be described, flooded her.

He’d made her so happy. The memory of how he looked, standing under the arch of flowers at the altar, was etched in her mind. In his black tuxedo, he’d been swoon-worthy. The fact that he was taking vows with her made him even more so. The look on his face was a mixture of love, joy, and vulnerability. A look she’d never forget.

As the helicopter swooped through the sky, Natalie had only thoughts of her new husband, the man she’d loved since the first moment she saw him. Even in the poor lighting, she caught something in his expression. Just for a fleeting moment, it was there, and then gone.

Could Tanner possibly be nervous on their wedding night? She didn’t see how that was possible. They’d been so intimate with each other, bared their souls to each other, and their bodies as well. This wasn’t a first date, not by any stretch.

Natalie had to admit she was a little nervous, though. This was their wedding night, a special night. It meant so much. An unwelcome feeling pressed into view. What if she couldn’t be everything he needed? Being a wife was so new. He’d chosen her, and more than anything, she wanted to make him happy.

*****

The Ritz-Carlton in Manhattan overlooked Central Park. The lobby, richly decorated in deep browns and orange, with mustard-colored walls, faded to the background. Natalie only had eyes for Tanner. He placed his hand at her waist and guided her up to their suite, hardly noticing the bell cap bringing their overnight bags, or even Andre, their friend and bodyguard, following discreetly.

The warmth of Tanner’s body pressed against her; the pressure of his hand at the top of her hip felt so right. Natalie was where she wanted to be. Anticipation unsettled her as the elevator slipped upward, her heart beating just a little faster at what was to come.

Entering, Natalie saw huge bouquets of red and white roses. “Tanner, they are so lovely.”

“I know how you like flowers, baby. And
this
is your wedding night.”

There was that look on his face again, just for an instant, then gone. Natalie thought she knew him so well, but in many ways he was still a mystery. She watched him walk over to a bucket of ice and lift out a bottle of champagne. It was just like Tanner to think of everything. He could be so romantic.

Deftly, he popped the cork, and poured some of the special champagne into their glasses. It was the same delicious brand they’d shared at the wedding. Tanner held a glass out to her, and she took it, touching his hand in the process. He didn’t release the glass right away, allowing her hand to stay where it was, over his.

Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, Natalie saw the potent lust he so carefully held back. The rigidness of his jaw, the tautness of his body, told her that Tanner was ready to explode. Standing there, looking into his piercing gaze, her cheeks warmed.

“To my ravishing wife, the loveliest bride I’ve ever seen.” Tanner clinked his glass against hers, making a single high-pitched note.

Natalie was sure she blushed—not from his compliment, but from his piercing look. His eyes, so blue, were filled with lust. The intensity made her weak, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if Tanner had ripped her clothes off right then.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I won’t hurt you.”

Natalie couldn’t fathom how he knew that was what she feared, since she barely knew it. “It’s just that…” Her words drifted away.

Tanner ran his thumb along her jaw and over her bottom lip. “What, baby?”

His touch melted her. Words escaped her. Natalie just looked at him, lost in emotion.

“Are you nervous?”

Natalie nodded, alm
ost imperceptibly.

“Don’t be.” Tanner took their glasses and set them aside. He turned back to her, and just inches away, stood to look at his lovely new bride. Her flush of anticipation, and edge of fear, excited him.

“I want you so much,” he said in a deep, throaty voice.

His commanding presence, laced with tenderness, made Natalie tingle with need. “I want you, Tanner.
Too much. I always want you.”

2 – Husband and Wife

Tanner pulled her to him, and pressed her close. With her cheek against his neck, she felt his pulse, fast and strong. She knew she should move, respond. But she felt exactly like the newlywed she was, excited but uncertain.

Lifting her chin, he looked into her eyes, drinking her in. Natalie’s skin tingled, and moisture flowed
into the crotch of her panties.

“You are mine, do you hear?”

Natalie nodded; speech was impossible.

Lifting her hand, Tanner kissed her palm. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Natalie watched as he raked his tongue up her wrist, slowly. With her legs shaky she was glad he held her close, unsure she could stand on her own. And they’d barely begun.

With his eyes closed, Tanner put one of her fingers in his mouth and sucked gently. As if pulling a string, her clit tensed. While his tongue slid down her finger, his hand pressed against her lower back, and she felt his hardness against her.

Natalie’s breathing quickened, and he opened his eyes, loving her soft brown eyes. Her long brown hair, now loose and wavy over her shoulders, beckoned to him. Grabbing a fistful, he pulled her head back and leaned down to kiss her.

Feeling her soft, warm lips tugged at Tanner’s restraint. Kissing under her jaw, he tasted the sweetness of her skin. “Natalie,” he whispered.

Tanner tightened his grip in her hair, and nibbled along her neck, biting seductively. Each bite sent a tantalizing pulse to her sex. Mild threat, ownership, control, conveyed with each tender bite. And Natalie wanted him to take her. She wanted it so badly.

She felt his hot fingers on her midriff, and Tanner gripped her light knit top, pulling it over her head and off. In just her blue lace bra, she felt exposed. The way he eyed the swell of her breasts made her squirm in a deliciously uncomfortable way.

“Take your pants off,” he said gruffly, and stepped back to watch.

Natalie undid the top button, her hands trembling a little. Lowering the zipper, she slid them down to her ankles. She kicked off her sandals and slipped off her pants, kicking them away. Left with a skimpy lace thong, she was at his mercy.

A predatory look flared in Tanner’s eyes, and he held her gaze while he removed his clothes. Not stopping, the last item to come off was his tight briefs. Riveted to the bulge beneath them, Natalie g
asped when he yanked them down.

Tanner’s swollen cock sprang free, gorgeous and veined. Remembering the feel of it, Natalie wanted to reach out, but felt frozen to the spot. His demeanor told her that he was in charge.

“You are mine,” he said, this time with more emphasis. His words sent a thrill through Natalie. It was how he said it; the meaning was clear.

Natalie was overawed by the sight of her love. His lean thighs and rock-hard abdomen could have been carved from stone. Waxed, smooth skin drew her to touch it. And though she hadn’t put her hand on him yet, her fingers burned just from the thought.

His muscled chest and sculpted biceps were the ultimate in masculinity. The amazing sight of his swollen cock, tight balls underneath, had Natalie turned on before he touched her. Taking the one step to close the gap between them, Tanner stopped, as if taking one last look before he consumed her.

“Take your bra off,” he said. And Natalie complied, dropping it at her feet, and feeling the cool air rake over her tight nipples.

Tanner ran a fingertip down her neck and between her breasts, not touching them. Yet the teasing motion made her nipples ache. If he touched her nipples she might faint. Shaking with anticipation, Natalie stood, waiting.

“Pull down your panties,” he commanded.

Sliding her thumbs under the thin elastic at her hips, she pulled the thong down to her feet and stepped out. Naked, except for the diamond gleaming on the finger of her left hand, she felt drugged with the feeling of the moment.

Tanner played his fingers through her wetness, and Natalie whimpered. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices. She began to pant softly. Reaching behind her, Tanner placed his palms on her ass, cupping her, and stared unabashedly at her hardened nipples.

“Say that you are mine,” he growled.

Natalie’s throat closed up, and she feared she’d be unable to find her voice. Lifting her chin, and looking directly into his eyes, she said, “I am yours.”

A look of satisfaction gleamed in Tanner’s blue eyes. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, ripping back the comforter. Placing her in the center on top of the sheets, he stepped back. “Lift your arms over your head,” he said. “I want to look at you.”

With one knee bent, the other out straight, Natalie lifted her hands over her head. He could have tied her up, but he didn’t need to. His words were all that were needed. Tanner walked around the bed, one step at a time, looking at her.

Her nipples turned red, and wetness flowed between her legs. He knew what she wanted, and was making her wait.

“Say it again,” he said.

“I am yours, Tanner,” she whispered.

He ran his hands over her shoulders, making her wish he would suck on her nipples. Her need grew by the second. Moving his hands down slowly along her ribs, he purposely didn’t touch her breasts, and Natalie moaned in agony.

Running his palms over her flat belly, he let them drop to the sides, where he gripped her hips. Gazing at the tattoo of his name over her right hipbone, he let out a guttural noise and dropped to kiss it. He kissed and licked the delicate tattoo and then began to nip at her flesh.

Tanner lips moved across her smooth skin, and he kissed her sex, over and over. Heat flooded Natalie’s body, and she quivered. Lightly, he nipped the tender skin of her vulva, making her writhe against the sheets.

Now kneeling between her legs, he licked along her wet folds, and Natalie spread her legs wider. His tongue teased her sensitive tissues, but the pressure she craved didn’t come. Lifting his head, he said, “Give me your hands.”

Natalie lowered her hands and he straddled her. His cock scorched her skin when it touched her, and her panting grew faster. Reaching out, she touched his hard chest, loving the muscle, and let her hands fall down to his strong thighs. Unable to resist, she fisted his cock. The hardness wrapped in velvet soft skin made her crazy.