Eric flung me into his private rooms with a repressed snarl. When I looked upon his face it was terrible in its rage. "My lord husband you must calm yourself," I murmured.

His breathing was labored for a moment before with a visible effort he calmed it. "If I could I would shoot him in the head," he snarled.

His big hands went to his hair and he tufted it till it stood in odd directions. I sat down at his table and watched him carefully. Passion isn't something that I succumb to usually. Eric sat across from me and lit a lamp. "We are going to New Orleans for our honeymoon, I have a home there," he informed me with an artfully calm manner.

I nodded "Yes my lord." Eric smiled at me then and it dazzled. "I hate you, you know that?"

I shivered as he stood and moved towards me. His hands when he bent down cupped my face "I hate you because I adore you," his voice was so soft. His fingers moved till they grasped my arms and he wrenched me from my seat. To the bed I sailed.

He walked the short distance between us and reached for me. "Stand up," his tone was harsh and gentle at once. I did and gazed up at him almost fearfully. That he was most likely insane was an idea that crept into my thoughts.

His hand went to my dress and he ripped it from me with one powerful motion till I stood in my chemise, hoop and pantaloons. He saw my corset and his mouth twisted "Why did you wear this?" he asked as he undid it.

"My breasts are small," I explained. Eric's eyes were hungry as the corset fell to the floor. "I am certain that I shall not find them lacking," he whispered as he tore my chemise from me. "I loathe large breasts they hang so grotesquely," he added when they were revealed. A sharp intake of his breath was the wind in the room.

He was a God to me, perhaps the only God I would ever worship. He stood before me nearly three times my size and height and I nearly trembled thinking of how he could snap me in half. His pale hands went to his jacket and he removed it and tossed it to join my torn clothing. Then his shirt was removed. His chest was so immensely muscled and smooth it took my air from me. "Undo my pants bride," he grated.

I took two shaking steps to him and my hands undid the button on his trousers. He pushed me away and slid the pants off till he was naked and beautiful before me. His private part was enormous. "Are all such men possessing of such a large member?" my voice was a hush.

My husband smiled coldly "No they're not, are you afraid tiny one?"

I shook my head with great uncertainty "No my lord husband," I whispered.

His eyes were filled with shadows and affection that warred with his hatred of me. "You're not afraid of anything are you?"

I stood like a statue before him and was silent. He moved swiftly and locked his hands onto my delicate shoulders and pushed me to the bed. "I fuck brutally but I shall endeavor to be as gentle as I can. This time."

He crushed me with his weight and it was glorious. He stared down at me with such lust and possession that it warmed me. "You are truly the most bewitching female I have ever seen," he murmured before his lips crashed into mine.

His breath tasted of salt and power. His tongue was skillful in its assault. I moaned against his insistence. His hand pried my little legs apart and his finger slid into my lady parts. "You're already moist," he muttered when his head lifted.

He moved down the length of me and his lips touched me down there. His tongue flickered out and I nearly screamed from the alien sensation. His hands engulfed my bottom as his mouth devoured me. It began to feel wonderful and decadent. I shivered as he suddenly crawled up to meet my eyes. "Are you ready little doll?"

I moaned in reply when he thrust his great girth inside me. His face became wreathed in exquisite agony mixed with acute pleasure. "So tight," he whispered. He was gentle when he broke my hymen. Then he became savage and I felt completely dominated and possessed.

His large hands pinned my arms above my head and his lips crushed against mine. The reined power of him was nearly overwhelming but so delightful. That he was mine for the rest of my days thrilled me. Felicia was in my thoughts for a second and it wounded me. "Will you never be faithful to me?" I said abruptly when he was deep inside me.

His eyes narrowed and his hand covered my mouth viciously "Shut up," he snarled pounding into me. I screamed in fury and love that twisted inside me like the roots of a beautiful twisted tree. His palm tasted of flowers and salt. He was a garden of mystery beside a sea of deep abiding emotion. That he was so passionate and I so cold was mystifying.

With his other hand he choked me and I saw tenderness in his eyes when he claimed me. "You are mine," he said quietly taking his palm from me and once more kissing me as if I owned all that mattered.

I succumbed with little thought to my pride which has always dominated me. "I am yours my lord," I breathed out when his head lifted. The sensation of being filled completely by him was breathtaking and delightful. Even the brutality of his love making was exhilarating.

"You feel so good," he confessed as he thrust deeper still inside me. His body his eyes his mouth it was all that was or could ever be to me. "So tiny and delicate," he said as his hands left my neck and trailed to my waist. "I have dreamed of you for months," as soon as the words left his ripe mouth a look of deep rage entered his perfection.

His long fingers overlapped as he tightened his grip upon my stomach. "I despise that you know about me knowing of you, killing you appeals to me," his tone was thoughtful.

A look of vast suffering filled his eyes and I could only guess at the meaning behind it. His movements inside me became nearly painful as he increased his speed and strength. "I could pick you up and break you so easily," he sounded mournful and excited both at once.

How long he took me I can't say. I had my first climax as the moon was dying in the southern sky. The windows were open to the sultry breeze and the willows and magnolias beyond stood witness to my capture at my cruel and wonderful husband's hands. The scent of their white blossoms that were forever in bloom was heavy in the air.

Finally I nearly fell asleep as he claimed again and again. He rolled off me and his slap upon my face was tender. "Open your eyes wife," he commanded.

"Tell me you love me," he snarled.

I shook my head "Never," I vowed.

A dark compelling look covered his sensual mouth "Why not?"

My eyes went half-mast "Because I won't be ruled by such a foolish emotion, I am cold and I always will be."

His brilliant gentian gaze became so very cruel and icy "Then I shall warm you my darling," each word fell like fire coated icicles.

He entered me roughly and preceded to take me again and again. At one point I fell into dreams while he was deep inside me.

AN: For all those who were hoping for a tender lemon, get real haha. I don't do tender lemons I do brutal ones. Hope you enjoyed it.