At this point, with the feelings he coaxed out of my body, I might allow him to. There was no denying it anymore—I was addicted to my husband.
And I no longer had to fight it.
“Linc—please,” I managed, my entire body strung tight with need.
He groaned, a low, filthy sound that vibrated all the way through me. Then he dove back in, relentless now—circling, teasing, then flicking his tongue exactly where I needed as he thrust his fingers inside me. I was a writhing mess, one hand in his hair and the other gripping the sheets, completely undone thanks to his lips and his tongue and his touch.
“I can feel it,” he rasped against me. “You’re so close, hellcat. Give it to me. Give me what’s mine.Onlymine.”
I couldn’t hold back a second longer. Not when he said things like that. Not with his mouth on me, his tongue working me over so expertly, his eyes molten as he glanced up from between my thighs.
So hungry and filthy andmine.
Everything pulled tight-tight-tight until, suddenly, the tension snapped. I cried out, my entire body shuddering as pleasure crashed over me in wild, reckless waves. Lincoln hummed and held me through it, licking me slower. Sweeter. Softer, but still there. Like he didn’t want to stop.
Like he never would.
Tremors were still coursing through my body when he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin wet with me, his gaze hungry. He looked wrecked and feral and completely undone. Like watching me come—makingme come—only reiterated just how much I was his.
And I was. I was his.
He kissed the inside of my thigh once. Then again, slower this time, his eyes locked on mine. A silent I love you written with his mouth.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Needed him like I needed air. Though he’d already made me come, I was still desperate to feel him over me, pressing into me. Grounding me. I tugged him up, and he came without resistance, brushing kisses up my body as he went.
When Lincoln was braced over me, I cradled his face between my palms and kissed him. Tasting what he’d done to me. He slanted his mouth over mine, slow at first, then deeper—filthy and reverent all at once.
And when he pressed his cock against me, sliding through the slippery mess he’d made of my pussy, it only heightened my hunger for him. When he hooked my thigh over his hip and rocked into me, the head of his cock bumping my clit with each thrust, it only made me crave him more.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, eyes fluttering closed as everything in my body centered on what he was doing to me.
“You feel that?” he murmured against my lips. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you, wife? Just from making you come. You know why?”
Whimpering, I shook my head and tightened my legs around his waist, desperate to pull him closer. To take all of him. But he just kept rocking against me and kissed me again, slower this time. Like a promise. Like a vow.
“Because I’m the only person in the world who’s ever tasted it. The only one who’s ever felt it.” He shifted his hips back, notching his cock at my entrance. “And I’m the only one who ever will, aren’t I, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
With a hum of satisfaction, he sank inside. Slow. So goddamn slow. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I wrapped my legstight around his waist as he filled me inch by inch. Like he had all the time in the world. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather be than buried inside me.
A groan tore from his throat as soon as he was seated deep, his forehead resting against mine. “Jesus Christ, hellcat. Always so fucking tight for me. Like your pussy knows I’m the only one who belongs here.”
“You are,” I breathed, hips rolling as I gripped his shoulders, holding him close.
He stilled above me and met my gaze, his chest heaving, jaw tight. “Say it again.”
“You’re the only one.” I dragged my hand down his back, gripped his ass, and tugged him all the way into me. “Just you. Only ever you.”
Something dark and greedy sparked in his eyes—like he’d waited his whole life to hear me say that. And then, all at once, he moved.
He crashed his lips down onto mine, his tongue sliding against mine as he filled me. Again and again. Pulling nearly all the way out before giving me a deep, grinding thrust that made me cry out. He rocked into me, his strokes long and sure, every single one dragging a noise from my throat I couldn’t hold back.
We didn’t rush. The frantic pace that was usually present between us was nowhere to be found tonight. Instead, it was something slower. Softer. The steady rhythm of two people who were no longer racing against the clock.
Two people who knew they now had all the time in the world.
“You feel so goddamn good,” he murmured into my skin, his hips rolling, cock sinking deep. “I could fuck you every day for the rest of our lives and still die wanting more. That’s how fucking much I love it. How fucking much I loveyou.”
