Page 8 of Consume

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Mia

My husband threwme over his shoulder like his sea bag and raced up the stairs to the hotel room, too impatient to wait for the elevator. My husband. Grant’s new title seemed so foreign to my tongue. He’d been my boyfriend, my ex, my target, and just briefly, my fiancé. And now, he was mine, until death due uspart.

Grant flashed the key over the door sensor and carried me over the threshold. I gasped when I saw the room. Rose petals strewn in a heart on the bedspread, champagne on ice, and chocolate-covered strawberries on a shiny silver platter.

After my heartfelt vows to Grant, I silently made another vow to myself. Tonight, I would celebrate our love, our marriage, and our future. I would put aside my reservations about how rushed this wedding had been, about all my doubts and uncertainties. Because no matter what thoughts culled in my head, I knew that I loved Grant unconditionally. And I was thrilled to be his forever.

Grant tossed me on the bed, which sent up a waft of rose-scented air, and he climbed on top ofme.

“You’re mine now, Mrs. Carrion. Mine until the day I die. I’d do anything for you.” His hand tugged at my hair, and he pulled me into a kiss. As his beard scraped my face, his tongue penetrated my mouth, aggressively tasting me, giving me a preview of what was tocome.

He’d kissed me thousands of times before, but never like this. Savage, raw, unbridled. It was as if now that I was his forever, he was holding nothing back with these kisses. There was no more uncertainty about how much we loved each other.

I savored this kiss, but he wasn’t the only one with surprises. I pushed him off me, grabbed his tie, and pulled him to sit in a chair.

His lips upturned in a smile, and his deep green eyes danced withfire.

“I just realized that you didn’t get a bachelor party.”

He licked his lips. “You’re all I need, baby.”

Damn straight. I wiggled my hips and slowly peeled off my dress, revealing a white corset, garters, thong, and stockings.

Grants pupils dilated as I prepared to give him a private dance, but unlike last time I’d danced for him, this time he could touch me. I grabbed my phone and played a song. Once the haunting beat began, I lowered myself ontohim.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my husband. His broad shoulders, his intricate ink, the bulge of his biceps, his hard cock pressing through his pants.

He licked his lips. “I should’ve booked a room with apole.”

I switched into my best Ksenya accent to have some fun. “I want it to be pleasing toyou.”

He let out a laugh. “Come here, baby.”

His strong hands stroked my curves, settling on my hips, as I ground on his lap. His fingers kneaded my ass as I nibbled on his ear lobe. His scent intoxicated me, so masculine, so viral.

I twisted, giving him my back, and his lips kissed my neck as his hands cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples until I moaned. Our bodies moved in rhythm to the music, and I got off on teasinghim.

Finally, I turned and knelt in front of him, unbuckled his belt, and took his cock into my mouth.

“Yeah, baby.”

He placed his hand on the back of my head, and I licked up his length before taking my husband deep in my throat. I grasped my hand around the base of his cock and glided my lips up anddown.

He let out a growl as my pace increased. Tasting him, sucking him, stroking him with my hot mouth.

I didn’t want to stop, but he took control back and pulled me offhim.

“Myturn.”

He flipped me around and sat me on his lap, slowly unclasping one hook after another down the back of my corset. Then shifted so I was sitting on the chair with him between my knees as he peeled the fabric from my body. My nipples puckered under his gaze. I was so wet, so fucking turned on, so blissfully happy. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he bit my lower lip and then sucked on my nipple, the heat between my legs begging for relief.

“That’s it, baby, I want to watch youcome.”

“Then make me,” I challenged.

He unclipped my garter from my stockings and then removed my thong. As he pressed his hand between my legs to spread them wide, he lowered his head between my thighs and licked my pussy.

“Oh, Grant.”

His hand was still working my nipples, and his tongue felt like heaven. When he pressed his fingers deep inside me, I thought I was going to explode, but he pulled back, forcing the heat to simmer insideme.

“Look at me, baby.”

His thumb rubbed my clit as he gave me a long lap of his tongue and pleasure pulsed throughme.

But he wasn’tdone.

He pressed his finger inside me again, slowly penetrating me as he sucked on my clit. My thighs squeezed around his face as I came undone.

I was still breathless as he licked up my body again to my nipples. He lifted me up and carried me to the sofa, where he lowered me on top ofhim.

It was too soon—I didn’t think I could possible come again but the urge grew as I rode him, his mouth sucking on my breasts. My head fell back in pleasure, and I took a moment to acknowledge the incredible beauty of our lovemaking. Grant was my first lover, my only lover, and my last lover.

Grant worked my hips, and I could feel his huge cock pressing against my G-spot. My hunger for him, for this pleasure, built again until I was desperate to come again, come with him. My body tensed, and I was right on the edge, and Grant angled me and kissed me as we came together.

Our bodies remained intertwined for blissful minutes until he finally lifted me off of him. We climbed on the bed and he kissed me on the head, whispering, “You are my everything,” before we fell into a sated sleep.