Page 98 of Where the Wind Whispers

She knew why he was hesitant, of course. This was the first time they had been able to be together since the baby was born—life was too busy, her two-week wait had passed quickly, and neither of them had even noticed it going by.

Between the things her father was doing, and then Ruslan being attacked, plus Kaz being gone almost more than he was home … and when he was home, he was not himself.

Fucking was the very last thing on his mind and even hers. And maybe that was part of the problem because there was no talking, no quiet time, and certainly no them.

They were important.

So yeah, she understood why he’d be hesitant.

But none of that mattered.

“How about you fuck me instead, huh?” Violet kissed the back of his shoulder blade. “Use me a bit, focus on that, fucking me like you do, and start new tomorrow. You can do that, can’t you?”

Kaz didn’t reply, and Violet knew she’d have to push him a little further.

Her fingernails dug into his lower back deep enough to leave crescent marks, and she squeezed his erection hard enough to make his breath catch. “You treated me like a piece of shit—the least you could do is fuck me and make me feel like it, too, Kaz.”

Violet lost all of her breath for a second as she was suddenly spun around, her back hitting the tiled wall with enough force to make her spine protest. Her husband’s hand found her throat, his thumb digging into to the soft flesh with a bit more force than the rest of his fingers.

When she swallowed, she felt his thumb sweep against her skin.

Kaz met her gaze, dark and sneering. “That’s what you want to use on me, sweetheart?”

She knew she probably looked like quite a sight to him drenched in water and in nothing but her lace bra and panties, but she didn’t care.

As long as he focused on her.

The more he did, the less angry he would be.

He could work it out with her.

She didn’t care.

“Come on,” she urged, the tips of her fingers dancing across the length of his erection.

Kaz held her firmly to the wall. “Stop.”

“Do you want me on my knees so you can fuck my mouth and then you don’t have to bother with making sure I get anything?”

His jaw clenched, eyes flashing with an unspoken warning.

Violet pressed on. “Don’t you want to just fucking feel for a while?”

His fingers tightened on her throat, his other hand came to lay flat on her stomach. She watched him watching her for those few seconds, knowing what he would choose and being silently happy for it.

She needed him back.

“I’m letting you use me—do it,” she said. “Or can’t you?”

That did the trick.

Kaz’s sneer was replaced by a flash of his earlier anger a second before he shoved her roughly to her knees. The smack of the hot tile against her bone was enough to make her wince, but she couldn’t even think about the pain for long because his hand was tangled in her hair and tugging firmly. Violet opened her mouth the second the tip of his hard cock touched her lips.

There was no question there, just him demanding silently.

And once her mouth was open, he was fucking relentless, shoving his cock in until her throat muscles constricted and she thought she might gag. But his hand only tightened around her throat, keeping her still and forcing her muscles to relax as he pulled away, and then his hips flexed forward even harder.

Violet let her lips tighten around his length, and she could taste him on her tongue—the saltiness of his pre-cum and the silkiness of his shaft. The pulse of his heartbeat throbbed in the vein on the underside of his cock, beating hard against her tongue as she flattened it along his length with every thrust.