CHAPTER 44
CORA
Yiri’s fingersworked at the fastenings of my dress and then peeled it away like the husk of my fear. Bare beneath the satin, I wanted his clothes gone, too, nothing between us. He let me draw his shirt frantically over his head, and then he lifted his hips with me still on his lap as he pushed off his sodden trousers as well.
“Better?” He asked, rough-voiced.
I nodded, but still needed more. Taking his hands, I placed them on my body, relishing the heat of his palms. Could I feel his love, strength, and possession radiating through them, or had I lost my mind? It didn’t matter. His fingertips pressed into my hips, drawing my center over his length, hard and ready for me.
“What do you need, Cora?” He asked.
Closing my eyes, I lay my cheek on his shoulder, my mouth against his throat. “My husband.”
With a groan, he jerked my hips to his, wetness already slipping from me to him, preparing the way. I rocked over him a few times as our need smoldered between us. One hand still on my hip, his other rose to my shoulder and pushed me back a little.
“Put me inside you,Aneah,” he said. “Let me watch.”
Grasping him in my hand, I stroked his cock, rubbing the tip over my clit and spreading more of my wetness over him. My other hand rested over his lower abdomen, my thumb positioned perfectly to massage his ridge. The motion made his cock jump in my hand and his breath shorten to quick pants.
“Be good,” he rumbled. “I need to feel you before I come.”
Angling him to my entrance, I sank onto him slowly, watching with him as he filled me inch by inch. My heart pounded in my chest as heat filled my limbs. The whole world shrank down to us and this moment. Nothing else mattered but the fullness of having him deep inside me. For a moment, I didn’t move, too enraptured by the rightness of our joining. I pressed a hand to my heart, meeting his eyes in astonishment.
“Is this what it feels like?”
“What what feels like?”
My other palm flattened over his heartbeat, too. “Knowing I’m yourAneah,” I said. “Does it feel like you’re too much too fit in your own body?”
I felt his heartbeat stutter and the breath whoosh out of him. “Fuck yes.” He sounded relieved, like I’d lifted some burden. “You feel it, Cora?”
I nodded. “I feel it.”
With a tortured sound, he grabbed me, his hands framing my face and dragging me close for a consuming kiss. It was a melding of souls, a blending of our two hearts into one. My hips rolled, my body needing more of him, more ofus. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as we moved together, my blood humming with need.
“You’re mine,” he said with his mouth against my ear. “No one will ever take you from me again. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
“I know.” I couldn’t take my lips off him either. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, the ceket tattoo on his pec and the pinupgirl on his bicep, and all the silvered scars that broke up his gorgeous, taught, amethyst skin.
With one arm banded around my lower back, he kept me anchored as he drove up into me. My clit rubbed against his ridge with every movement, sending heat and pleasure through every part of me. My inner muscles gripping him and dragging a ragged moan from deep in his chest.
“That’s it,Aneah,” he said in a breathless voice. “Milk me with that perfect cunt.”
Prickling pleasure sparked and caught fire in me, the strength in my limbs waning. “Yiri.”
With a low hum, he flipped me to my back on the velvet cushions and drove deeper into me, hitting just the right spot. His pierced ridge stimulated my clit with every thrust until I was nothing but a moaning mess beneath him. Capturing one of my breasts in his big, calloused hand, he rolled his thumb over the nipple while he bent his head to nip and suck at the other.
“Oh. Don’t stop....” I panted as a tide of heat swept through me. His answering growl of approval was the thing that sent me deep into those waves of bliss.
“Mmm. My perfect little wife,” he said, lifting up to his elbows as he snapped his hips in powerful thrusts, chasing after me. “Look at me,Aneah. Wanna see those strong, beautiful eyes when I come inside you.”
Our eyes locked, his glowing with intensity. Fate,Ibar, whatever it was, Ifeltit. He was a part of me, and I’d never felt safer or more cherished than I did in his arms. The heat seemed to spill over, leaking through my eyes. I blinked and tears gathered. Some girls marry good men who might see those tears and show concern. But I married a bad one. Yiri made a guttural sound and licked the salty drop off my cheek, lust clouding his eyes as he fucked me into the cushions of the couch he smuggled across countless galaxies, likely at great expense, just for me. Myhusband was rough, tattooed, and scarred. He smoked too much sellah, swore a lot, and didn’t play by the rules, but he’d fight, steal, and kill for me. I’d take that over a nice guy every day of the week.
As the pleasure built in me again and I felt myself careening toward a thunderous orgasm, I took his face in my hands, making sure to look into his eyes like he asked. “Come with me, Daddy,” I begged him.
With a grunt, he thrust deeper, his soul pouring into mine while time stopped around us and we fell apart together.
“Yes,Aneah.Fuck.”His body trembled over mine with fraying restraint. “Ready to take my cum like a good little wife?”
