He turned her in his arms, bringing them face-to-face. His eyes were dark and sinister, like she’d cut the last restraint he had. Good. That let her know she wasn’t in this alone. This hunger that burned so bright in her blood, seeping into her flesh and taking control of her mind, wasn’t just her affliction to bear alone.
“No,” he growled through clenched teeth. “It isn’t even the tip of what I’ve wanted.”
He took her hand, leading her up the three steps that led to the platform of the bed. His gaze was fierce and hungry, a predator with his long-desired prey in his sights. “On your knees.”
There wasn’t a second of hesitation in her response. Her body instantly acquiesced to his command. Her brain didn’t have time to think about it. The only thing she could do was give in.
He quickly dispensed with his pajama bottoms, his length springing free. Thick and red with protruding veins that wrapped around it like tangled vines, it slapped against his stomach. He leaned down, taking her chin between his thumb and his forefinger.
“I want that smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock now.”
Again, not the slightest bit of hesitation. As soon as he sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs to make room for her as he gave himself one long stroke from his domed cap to his base, she was in position, ready to receive him.
She wrapped her fingers around his base, testing its girth to see if he was as thick as her memory had portrayed or if it was just her imagination. She had not been wrong. He was thick and hard, and so ready for her that her mouth watered.
One lick from his sac to his tip and she was rewarded with a heavy groan. His satisfaction evident, she swirled her tongue around his cap, dragging her tongue through the salty pearl of precum waiting for her.
She took him into her mouth, groaning at their mutual satisfaction. Their bodies were in tune; even four months hadn’t been enough to make either of them forget how to please the other.
His hips moved involuntarily, joining the rhythm she’d set every time he slid in and out of her mouth. With each stroke, Aléx spoke through his tight jaw, praising her for the way she pleasured him.
“Don’t stop.”
“God, your mouth feels incredible.”
“I could fuck your mouth all night.”
She’d be perfectly fine with that if it kept him impossibly hard with his entire body taut with clenched muscles. She looked up at him, seeing his imminent destruction in the fire in his eyes. It was the only encouragement she needed to keep going, until she winked at him, drawing his fire.
“Shit.” He sat up, placing strong hands under her arms and pulling her onto the bed. Before she could get her bearings, she was pinned beneath him with him wedged between her thighsand her hands clasped above her head by his. He slammed his mouth on top of hers, punishing her insolence with the firm press of his lips as he devoured her, licking inside her mouth, sharing their comingled flavors.
He tore his mouth from hers once he’d drunk his fill. His chest heaved as he tried to regulate his breathing enough to speak.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” He must’ve seen her intended response written in the pinched skin of her brow. “And God help me, if you tell me one more time we can’t conceive tonight, I’m going to turn you over and spank your naked ass until you learn to never speak that phrase to me again when we’re in bed. I want you, Regina. I want to feel you with no barriers. If you’re uncomfortable with that, I will wear a condom.”
She could feel her arousal sliding down her leg, and she had to wonder whether it was his threat of a spanking or his stated desire for her that made her so wet. Whichever it was, she was certain of only one thing. She needed him inside her right now.
She tugged her wrist free of his hand, sliding it between them, guiding his cock to her entrance.
“No barriers,” she whispered.
The last bit of his control disintegrated into nothingness as he slammed into her. There was no finesse. There were no seductive moves to draw out their pleasure. It was as if her consent drove him beyond reason. The only thing she could do was wrap her legs around his hips and hold on for the ride.
Her muscles clenched around him as each stroke pushed her closer and closer to the incredible gratification only he could give her.
“Aléx, Aléx, Aléx.” His name became a litany, a psalm, a sacred hymn that expressed everything she was feeling, everything she couldn’t explain, everything she didn’t allow herself to think even for a second.
Her climax crashed over her. She buried her nails in his shoulders, trying to find purchase until it ebbed. But he would have none of it. He kept stroking inside her with such power and intent that another climax dragged her under its powerful waves. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t need to. All she needed was Aléx and the incredible way he made her body do his bidding.
“Mine,” he growled as he continued to glide in and out of her. “You’re mine, Regina. Mine.”
His body stiffened as he slammed into her one last time before his orgasm took hold of him. She could feel him pulsing inside her, marking her inside and out.
As they settled and he gathered her into his arms, intertwining her limbs with his, the little piece of herself she’d lost when he’d called her sister’s name that first time clicked right back into place. If she was his, then he was hers too.
Chapter Eleven
Regina turned towardthe furnace that seemed to surround her with heat, feeling familiar muscle, skin and sinew. They’d been married for three weeks now. He’d been true to his word, making sure they slept together, as in a euphemism for sex, and slept together, as in actually sleeping together every night.
