There would be no honeymoon. I knew that. We'd make time for one later, once I showed Joanna just how much she loved me.
Once she realized this wedding was the best thing that could've happened to her. It would take more than just my skilled fingers to get her to that point, but I would.
I would fight for her to see just how good I was for her. Just how much I loved her.
I turned to look at her as she bent down and hugged my grandmother. They'd never met, but that gentle smile on her face only made my heart swell.
Granny was a mean little biddy, but Joanna would come to find that out later. Right now I was just appreciating her personality.
"How long do you think we have to spend at our own reception?" I asked her in a low whisper. "I want you."
"I was just wondering the same thing," she admitted.
"I'm going to hasten the process, because I can't wait much longer, Joanna. An early retreat to our hotel room is in order." I fought the desire that was lurking in the back of my mind, trying to make it to the forefront, and pushed it away. It wouldn't be seemly to think about all the things I wanted to do to her, not here, not in front of all our families.
"You got a hotel room?" she asked.
"Penthouse suite at the top of the Inner Harbor Inn," I said as I brushed a little strand of hair out of her face. "I even brought some supplies."
I was going to make her mine tonight. I'd lied when I told her this could be temporary. It couldn't. I had to have her, and I never tired of her.
I needed to possess her until I drew my last breath.
Chapter Eighteen
Joanna
I didn’t think anything could get better than our penthouse, but when I saw the hotel suite it took my breath away. I would see all of the harbor from here. The lights, the people walking to their favorite places. It was breathtaking.
"Do you like it?" Greyson asked.
"It's amazing," I said as I stared out the plated glass windows.
"I love that you love this city," he said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my exposed neck. "God, you smell so good. I could just eat you up." He sunk his teeth into my neck and made me moan.
It was going to be one of those nights; I could tell. I tried to step away but the length of my skirts made it difficult, and it was only a half-hearted attempt anyway. I was still wearing my wedding dress, but the train had been detached.
"You aren't going to get away from me so easily tonight, Joanna." I saw the flash in his eyes, and I knew he was thinking dirty thoughts. His grip tightened.
"Who said I wanted to? Maybe I just enjoy the chase." It was the truth. I did. I loved it when he reached for me and pulled me to him. I loved it when he pressed himself against me. It was a silly thing, but I wanted to be hunted down by him. To be caught and made to submit.
I was just as twisted as he was, but I hid it better. Or at least I used to. Because of him my tastes had awoken anew.
"Oh, I know you do, but do you enjoy what happens when I catch you?" he asked as he spun me around and pinned me to the wall. My chest heaved with the adrenaline rush, and we both knew the truth.
I loved it.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, my breath heavy.
"Possess you. Own you. You are mine now, Joanna. Don't you forget it," he hissed as he trailed kisses down my neck and reached for the zipper of my wedding dress. It took a little work, but he got it undone.
He pushed it down, and I stepped out of it wearing nothing but my heels, stockings and garters.
"No panties?" he asked as he spun me around. I could tell he was enjoying the sight.
"I didn't want a repeat of last night," I explained. That put a smile on his face.
"Well, I know what I want," his voice enthralled me as he grabbed my chin and tilted my head up.
"What?" I asked.
"Spread your legs, I want a taste."
I did as I was told and spread my legs for him. No sooner had I done that was he on his knees with his face in between them. He slid his tongue along my lips until he found my little pearl and gave it a flick. "All I want is just a taste," he murmured into me then pulled away.
What a tease.
"Now get on your knees," he said as he stood. He was so commanding that I obeyed him without a second thought. I did as I was told looking up at him from my vantage point. He really was a prince.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You will not ask questions, Joanna. You will just do as I tell you, and you will call me Sir. Is that clear?"
I swallowed hard. He'd never asked this before of me. He'd never bade me to do anything like this. He'd spanked me, blindfolded me, but this was different.
This was me submitting to him. A part of me bucked that, but another part of me, the one that was slowly taking over, it wanted it.
"What is this?" I asked.
"This is my possessing you. Will you play along with me?" he asked. "I would never make you do anything you don't want to."