My eyes went to his ragged curse, seeing the sheen of sweat over his straining muscles. Like he wanted to keep going slow for me, but it was killing him.And it was killing me.
This was right. After all these years, this—us—wewere right, and I wanted him to stop holding back these last pieces of himself because he was afraid they were too much for me.
Too much of Max Hamilton would never be enough for me.
“Please,” I pleaded, so on edge from my other orgasms, I was ready to combust. “Stop being a gentleman.”
His eyes flicked to mine, darkness charring their centers. Air hissed through his tight teeth, and I felt his cock swell inside me.
“Please.”
“As you wish,” he growled and grabbed my ankles. He yanked my legs straight, and with one sure thrust, buried himself inside me.
Crying out, I jerked from the discomfort, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause. Shackling my legs in his firm grip, he yanked my legs into a wide V as he fucked me, driving deep, long strokes into my core, his hips making a slapping sound as he bottomed out.
“This what you wanted, my little wife? Or is it too much?” His rhythm didn’t break, didn’t even falter. He kept moving like the part of him responsible for breathing was responsible for fucking me too.
“No.” My breathy answer turned into a moan as pleasure swelled deep inside me.
“Good,” his voice dropped as he worked himself in and out. “Because you’re made for me, Daze. This tight little cunt is a perfect fit for my cock.” He drove deeper, harder until he took my hips off the bed with each drive and took over all my senses.
His voice as it chanted my name. His body as it slapped wet and fast against mine. The feel of his hands imprisoning my ankles and his length finding new ways to split me wide with each drive.
“Yes, Max,” I whimpered as he angled his hips and thrust deeper, hitting that spot buried inside me that only he was big enough to reach. “God, yes.”
Moans, pleas struck from my chest with each hammer of my heart. The ache in my core built into a tangled knot, the pressure drawing tighter with each moment, until I was certain my body only existed for him.
Forget vulnerable, I was vacant except for the way I wanted him. Empty of everything except every look, every touch, every forbidden want, every secret fantasy I’d harbored for this man for the last four years.
I was wholly his. Irrevocably. And instead of fear, all I felt was peace.
“So perfect, my little wife,” he murmured—chanted—to me, and I heard myself beg for more in return.
“Please, Max. Please,” I begged, my hands clawing at the covers.
He stopped so suddenly it was almost painful, and I was left trembling, choking, and searching for an explanation. As soon as my eyes snapped to his, I had one. He wanted my stare.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded with that intensity I’ve come to crave, and started to fuck me again. Not fast and hard like I needed, but slow. Just enough to feel every ridge and vein as they pulsed inside me. Just enough to keep my orgasm on life support.
“You,” I breathed out without hesitation, without effort. Wanting him was now as effortless as breathing. “You, Max,” I repeated in case there was any doubt.
His eyes flared with satisfaction, and then with a feral growl, he let loose.
Dropping my ankles, he grabbed hold of my hips and drove mercilessly into me. For a second, it felt like he fucked my mind straight out of my body, hitting both my G-spot and clitwith each drive, and turning me wild. I bucked and thrashed, hurdling with him toward release.
“All mine, my little wife. Always,” he ground out as I came, fracturing apart on his words like dynamite on a fuse. I screamed his name, feeling him bury himself deep inside me as he came, his cock jerking as he spilled hot cum against my womb.
After that, I was nothing but a puddle of limp muscles, uneven heartbeats, and a single steady thought that this was where I was meant to be.Where we were meant to be.
Finally.
Chapter 24
Max
“Max…” The way she whimpered my name, rousing from sleep, turned my cock to stone.
Maybe I should’ve gotten up and made her breakfast in bed, but damn if I didn’t wake from one dream into an even better one. Daisy. In my bed.As my wife.
