He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. “Damn right. And nothing will touch or hurt either of you. I’ll protect you with my life.”
Jensen seals that vow with a kiss to my clit. Oh,fuck. I grip the edge of the counter as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and then kisses back up to my belly.
Every touch is sacred, like he’s binding our souls together. Sealing his vow with his mouth.
“You’ve given me the world, Mia.” He punctuates each word by pressing his mouth to my stomach. “You have no idea how long I dreamed of this. How long I’ve wanted to see your body carry me. You think I was obsessed before?” He laughs under his breath. “Your body is my shrine now and I’ll worship it every day if you’ll let me.” Jensen moves to my breast, gently squeezing it between his fingers. “Every part of you is going to change. To swell.” He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth like he’s trying to drag a second orgasm out of me. My back arches off the cold marble, and he grips my hip, holding me in place.
Jensen takes his time. There’s bites of pain mixed with the pleasure. I’m a writhing, gasping, sweaty mess and I don’t care. This is everything I’ve ever wanted or needed.
Him loving me in the only way he can.
I feel him at my entrance, thick and heavy. The head of his cock feels huge, imposing. My muscles loosen, ready for him as he pushes in slowly, like he’s sliding home.
The stretch burns, but I don’t want mercy. I wantmore. My body was made to take every solid inch of him and he gives me exactly that. Jensen’s eyes don’t leave mine as he thrusts into me like he’s marking me completely.
My breasts bounce with each drive of his hips, and every drag of his cock sends heat licking along my spine. His pace builds, like he’s chasing something I can’t see. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can do is lie here and take every punishing stroke he delivers.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps as he drives so deep it feels like he’s in my chest. “Look at you, taking all of me like it’s nothing. Like I’m not stretching you wide. You’re my beautiful little cum angel.”
The sounds I’m making are somewhere between a plea and a sob. It’s too much and yet not enough. It never is with him.
“I can’t…” I gasp.
“You can,” he says, his voice raw as he caresses my hip. “You’re doing so good, baby. You’re perfection.”
I’m coming apart. I want more, even as my body is overwhelmed. Every part of me is buzzing and sensitive. I’m wrecked, ruined, and maybe I’m crazy because he could break me right now and I’d thank him for it.
“Harder, Jensen.” The word is dragged out, frantic and frenzied. “Don’t stop.”
I turn my head to the side, the air too thin as I drag in empty breaths. My chest aches, my lungs fighting for every inhale. I can’t do anything but lie here and take the savage thrust of his cock inside me.
“Don’t you dare look away.” His voice scrapes out of his throat like he’s been screaming my name for hours. Stroke for stroke, he slams into me, wild and demanding. “I want you to see what you do to the man who owns this body. My talented, beautiful, fertile little goddess.”
I meet his gaze, my vision fracturing between the slap of our skin coming together. “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs. “Always.”
There’s nothing but white heat as everything inside me tightens and then breaks.
I let out a strangled cry as I pulse around him.
My back arches off the marble, pushing him so deep my thoughts splinter. I’m vibrating, shaking, and helpless to do anything as my orgasm steamrolls through me. Fuck. Me.
Is this how I die?
Fucked to death by my husband and his thick cock?
Jensen pulls out with a gruff curse. Then to my surprise, he spills his seed on my belly, hot and thick.
Claiming.
Like he’s painting my skin with him.
And I’ve never loved him more.
NINE
MIA
I’m feelingpretty smug by the time I’m showered and dressed. I can feel Jenseneverywhere. Between my legs aches with a slow, satisfied throb.
