The cool air hits my exposed skin as my shirt is pulled over my head and tossed aside. I shiver, but not from cold. My eyes lock on Calder’s eyes, seeing the way they darken as he rakes them over me with such hunger and possession within them.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with so much desire.
His hands are everywhere—skimming my ribs, cupping my breasts through my bra, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks of my nipples. I arch into his touch, desperate for more. Needing so much more than a simple touch.
“Calder, please, I need you,” I whisper, not even caring how needy I sound anymore.
He smirks, that dangerous smile that reminds me exactly who he is—a man who takes what he wants. And right now, he wants me, his wife.
“Patience, Bellissima,” he says, but there’s a strain in his voice that tells me his control is slipping. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Lowering himself down, Calder aligns himself between my legs, his fingers curling around the cup of my bra, drawing it down.
“Such bright little rip buds.” Calder swipes his tongue over one while his fingers pull my other breasts from its cup. “I’m gonna enjoy sucking on them. I’ve thought about playing with these tits since the moment I first saw you.”
His mouth closes over my nipple, hot and wet, and I cry out as pleasure shoots straight to my core. My back arches off the bed, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive peak before he sucks hard, sending shockwaves through my body.
“Oh God,” I gasp, threading my fingers through his dark hair, holding him against me.
His other hand moves down my stomach, fingers deftly working the button of my jeans. I lift my hips to help him as he tugs them down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear and half-removed bra.
“Look at you,” he growls, pulling back to admire me sprawled beneath him. “My wife. All mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice should anger me, but instead it sends a flood of heat between my thighs. I reach for him, needing to feel him. To touch him as he touches me. But as I wrap my fingers around his belt, Calder grips my wrists.
“No,” he grits out in a tone that’s tender yet harsh at the same time.
“I want to touch you too,” I protest, trying to free my wrist from his grip.
His eyes darken further as he stares down at me, his grip firm but not painful. “Not yet,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “I need to taste you first.”
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his free hand tracing down my throat, between my breasts, over my stomach. “So fucking perfect.”
A whimper escapes my lips as he pins both my wrists above my head with one large hand. The position makes my breasts thrust upward, and Calder’s appreciative gaze makes my skin burn. Every brush of his lips makes my muscles tighten in anticipation.
I squirm beneath him, seeking friction where I need it most. His hand stops just above the waistband of my panties, teasing me. His eyes are on me, dark and dangerous.
“These need to go,” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband.
I lift my hips without hesitation, my body acting on pure instinct now. He slides the fabric down my legs with agonizing slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity of his gaze makes me feel both vulnerable and powerful. Wanted and needed.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, and I comply, letting my knees fall open.
The cool air hits my most intimate place, and I fight the urge to plead for him to end the torment as I call his name in a pleading tone. “Calder.” I barely recognize my own voice. “Don’t tease me, please.”
His smirk grows wider as he lowers himself between my thighs, settling in with my thighs spread enough for him to fit his broad shoulders. “But teasing you is half the fun, Bellissima.”
“Fuck, Emerie, you’re already so fucking wet for me. Already for the taking.
The first touch of his tongue against my center has me gasping, my back arching off the bed. He still has my wrists pinned above my head with one hand, making me completely at his mercy. His free hand grips my thigh, spreading me wider, opening me farther for his hungry mouth.
“You taste so damn sweet, Bellissima,” he growls against me, the vibration of his voice sending new waves of pleasure through my body.
I can’t help the moans that escape me as his tongue circles my clit before dipping lower. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything he’s giving me. The coil of tension builds low in my belly with each expert stroke of his tongue.
“Calder,” I pant, overwhelmed by the sensations flowing through me.
“Come for me, Emerie, come all over my face,” Calder orders.
