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He walks toward me, eating up the distance in two strides, and wraps his hand around my throat. “Be my dinner.”
And then his sinful mouth captures mine.
I’m lightheaded, absolutely ensnared, and completely taken with my monster of a husband.
His tongue thrusts between my lips, claiming mine, and my heart feels so light, my body floats on the clouds as I wrap my arms around his neck.
My curves mold to his hard muscles and I hang on to him for dear life.
When he pulls away, I breathe. “Whew. What a good night kiss.”
“If you believe I’ll stop after a kiss, you’re in for a massive surprise, Mrs. King.”
“Yeah? What do you intend to do?”
“Kiss every inch of your body, then fuck you for all the times I couldn’t.”
I want to ask why he couldn’t before if we were married for over two years, but he pushes me against the bed and claims my mouth again and I’m a goner.
Tomorrow is for questions.
Today, I want to feel the best day of my life.
25
ELI
Somewhere in the back of my consciousness, I’m fully aware that I shouldn’t be doing this.
I flip her onto her stomach, my hands stroking and rubbing everywhere I can touch.
The last thing my wife needs is my cock nudging against her arse, demanding access inside her or growing rock-fucking-hard at the thought of claiming her. Owning her. Engraving myself beneath her skin.
And yet, apparently, I couldn’t care less about any possible side effects of my inability to stay away.
The scents of roses and flowers and depressingly familiar candy floss saturate my nose until I’m full of her. Her smell, the feel of her soft skin beneath the roughness of mine, the visual of her creamy flesh compared to my tan complexion. The gentle, absolutely ravenous moans she releases as I rip her zipper open.
“Can you stop ruining my dresses?” she mumbles against the pillow, staying completely still as I shove away the blasphemous thing keeping me from her.
“I lack the capacity to be gentle when it comes to you, Mrs. King.” I roll her hair around my fist and lower my lips to her ear. “But you knew that already when you teased me all night long.”
“I…did no such thing.” Her voice drips with forbidden desire and flickering lucidity. She’s so fucking beautiful, I can’t look her in the eye without feeling the burn in my bones.
“Is that so? Did I imagine your hand and legs not so accidentally brushing against my thigh?”
“Hmm. Maybe. Did it work?”
“Do you want it to work?” I run my hand down to her arse, stroking the thong that slips between the crack and then slap the inviting flesh, and she groans, her lips parting. “Judging by how wet and ready you are, I’d say you definitely do. Don’t you know it’s advised to steer clear of murky waters?”
“I was never good with following advice.” She wiggles a little, her breathing growing shallow. “I’msobad at that. Ask my therapist. Or maybe don’t.”
“Silly, silly fucking girl.” I slap her arse again, and her head slumps forward. “You shouldn’t want me.”
“I could say the same about you. But we’re here now, so do something. I’m a little sore, but I can take it.”
“You can take my cock plowing inside you, huh?”
“Mmm.”
