I breathe in Livvie’s sweet scent, dropping my lips to the back of her neck. She lets out a soft mewl, melting against my good side as I nip at the skin behind her ear. Now that I know it makes her crazy, I want to have that control over her… over her body and her pleasure.
No. She’s not that good an actress.
And those fleeting moments between us… I know I didn’t imagine them. They were fucking real. I felt something and I’d stake my life on the fact that she felt it, too. Breaking down walls, letting each other see beyond the exposed layers. That’s what is happening here.
I run a hand down the slope of her spine and dig my fingers into her ass, pushing her against me. I may have a shredded shoulder but my cock doesn’t seem to notice. Running my fingers between her thighs, I find that the thin scrap of lace covering Livvie’s pussy is soaked.
This is real. So fucking real.
I still have to figure out who put that hit on me… later.
Because right now, the only thing I want is to be balls deep inside my wife’s tight pussy.
Fuck the pain. Fuck my father. Fuck it all.
I crush my lips against hers, delving into her mouth, our tongues twisting and tangling. She kisses me back, her mouth hot and hungry.
She fists my shirt, dragging my lower lip through her teeth. I groan against her mouth and stagger backward until I hit the edge of the couch. She slides her panties off and follows me, climbing onto my lap like she’s trying to claim what’s hers.
Careful not to jerk my shoulder, she slides my sweatpants down, my cock springing to attention. She licks the palm of her hand and grips me tight, running her hand up and down my throbbing shaft.
She brings the head of my cock to her pussy and drags it over her wet slit. “You want that?” she whispers.
“Fuck yes.” I hold her hip, guiding her over me.
She sinks down onto my cock and throws her head back with a loud moan, her pussy clenching tight around me. I thrust into her, long, hard, and deep, my fingers grasping the globe of her ass as all the blood rushes to the top of my cock.She squeezes and tugs me further and further until I don’t know where I end and she begins.
Livvie dips her head low and kisses me again. This time it’s raw, needy, and desperate. She’s shaking, I’m sweating, and everything we haven’t said is clawing its way to the surface.
“Do you think I’m the enemy?” she murmurs against my lips, her pussy blanketing me in heat and drowning me in desire.
“No,” I choke out, jerking my hips harder to hit her spot. I slide my hand under her shirt, grazing the skin at her waist.
She pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wild. Wounded. Wanting.
“Make me believe it,” she rasps, moving faster, trembling against me. “Make me feel it.”
I drive her hard. She cries out, clawing at the front of my T-shirt as she bobs on my cock. Her pussy walls clamp down on me, a rush of juices flowing over me as the orgasm consumes and commands her.
“Come with me, Kingston,” she whispers. “Give me everything.”
White light flashes behind my eyes, a slow rumbling in my core giving way to a massive explosion that ignites every cell. My blood burns for this woman, my body erupting into flames that blast through my extremities like a raging inferno.
This isn’t just sex. It isn’t just frenzied bodies colliding. It’s damaged hearts. Gaping wounds. Dark secrets. Fractured promises and rebuilding of trust.
But even as I hold Livvieclose, her breaths soft pants against my chest, I know that some fractures can never fully heal once secrets are exposed. And trust is a fickle bitch.
21
LIVVIE
Kingston lies beside me in bed. His face is relaxed in sleep, the harsh lines of power and pressure smoothed away.
A hand rests over his carved abdomen, fingers twitching occasionally as if he is still half in the dream or in pain.
I stare at him.
Not just because he’s beautiful, although he is, infuriatingly so. It is the other thing. The stillness surrounding us. The way his arrogance and control don’t exist when he’s asleep.
