To take what we both desperately want.
What we’ve been fighting for days.
Instead, slowly, I lean down and brush my mouth over hers, groaning when her sweet taste explodes on my lips.
Bellamy moans, and the electricity that’s been between us since the first minute I laid my eyes on her ignites. A living, breathing thing between us.
My cock jumps in my boxer briefs as I slide one hand in her soft hair and tug, tilting her head and deepening the kiss. My other hand slides under my t-shirt that’s covering her body and molds to her soft curves as I drag her closer.
Craving more.
Demanding everything.
My princess.
My wife.
Dragging my mouth along her jaw and down the column of her throat, I graze my teeth over that sweet spot where her shoulder meets her neck, and her back arches as she claws at my shoulders, desperate to get us closer.
Her sexy sigh is barely more than a whimper as her hands coast over the planes of my back and her nails score my skin.
The electricity between us burns hotter and higher, threatening to engulf us.
And my dick throbs, hard as steel, desperate for her heat.
As if knowing what I need, she wraps her legs around my waist, and we both moan at the first contact, and I grip her hips, holding her to the bed.
“You are intoxicating, little bee.” My fingers bite into her smooth skin, memorizing the way her soft curves fit perfectly against the hard planes of my body. Like she was meant to be mine. “Your body was made to be worshipped.”
“Then worship me,” she commands like no one ever has or will again.
Our tongues dance a slow dance. Discovering. Exploring. Setting every fucking nerve ending ablaze until this thing between us is a towering inferno, threatening to burn out of control and destroy everything in its wake.
And fuck if I wouldn’t welcome the flames.
Bellamy moans as I slide down her body and press a kiss to the curve of one hip and stare up at her. Silently asking for permission before sliding my hands under her shirt.
Her fingers pull at my hair, and her heels dig into my ass, urging me on... and then she smiles... and that smile is all the permission I’ll ever need.
I’d give my last fucking breath for that smile.
I slide her shirt off and take one perfectly peaked nipple in my mouth as her hips lift, seeking relief.
“Shh, love...” I swirl my tongue, and my cock fights the constraints of my boxers as she moans. “I’ll give you what you need.”
“Please,” she pants, grinding against me.
The heat of her pussy is so fucking tempting. “I’ll give you everything you ever want, Bellamy. But your body...”—I slide my hand down and cup her sex—“your cunt, is mine. And I’m going to take my time with you.”
My fingers trace the edge of her panties before I push them aside and tease her smooth pussy.And damn, the sound shemakes is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. “You’re going to come on my hand.” I stroke her once, and her back bows off the bed. “And my mouth.” Gently... so fucking gently, I rub a circle around her clit without touching it. “And my cock.” A beautiful, guttural moan falls from her lips when I finally push a finger inside. “And then you’re going to get on your knees?—”
A phone rings somewhere in my room at the same time someone pounds on the door.
I ignore it all. “Fucking drenched for me.”
“Rhys.” She throws her head back and moans as a knock comes again.
“Go the fuck away,” I command, and press my lips to hers as I push a second finger inside her.
