"Kinsley?"
"Make me forget, Burke."
He crossed the room, stopping directly in front of me. "Are you sure?"
I bit my lip and nodded, not letting my gaze stray from his. Rising on my toes, I pressed my palms to his jawline and kissed him, releasing everything within me to prove I was serious. Burke hesitated, and it almost derailed my plans. Other than to straight-up ask, I didn't know how to entice him. If he turned me down, if he set me adrift, I would be lost.
"Kinsley, it's common to need assurances after a traumatic situation."
"I don't care what's common. I need you."
"I don't know why I'm trying to talk you out of this, but are you positive?"
Nodding again, I turned my back to him. It was a bold and silent request, one I knew he would grant; soon, the solid wall of his heat closed me in. His hard chest pressed to my back, his erection insistent on my ass. Burke settled his lips on the back of my neck, and I moaned. Goosebumps erupted over my skin when he reached around to fondle my breasts.
"Do you want me to tell you what I'm going to do to you?"
The low tenor of his voice set a pulsing ache throughout my entire body. "Please."
"I'm going to kiss your neck . . ." I felt his full lips on my skin. "And I'm going to squeeze your tits in my hands."
Because it felt so heavy, I let my head fall back to his chest while he molded and kneaded my breasts.
"Then I'll move my hand down to your hot cunt, running my fingers through your juices to tease your clit."
Gasping at his crudeness, I bucked my hips against his hand as he did what he said he would.
Burke caressed the spot behind my ear with his lips, running his tongue in a line and leaving his open mouth against my flesh. "It turns me on to know I'm the one who makes you so wet."
"Only you," I panted, my skin on fire as my orgasm loomed closer.
"With my other hand, I'm going to pull on your nipple and watch it pucker. Then I'm going to suck on your skin until I mark you as mine."
I shuddered and cried out as he did as promised, almost unable to handle the suction on the side of my neck combined with the way he pulled on my nipple and the touch of his fingers on my clit. By the time he removed his mouth, I knew he'd followed through with his vow to mark my skin. With nowhere else to put my hands, I reached behind me and wove them through his hair.
"And after you come so hard your legs give out, screaming my name, I'll bend you over this bed and fuck you until I fill you with my cum."
I was close to doing just that; screaming his name. My breath came in sharp pants and my knees trembled. My thighs shook, and I couldn't hold back the sounds coming from my mouth. The only thing keeping me upright was the domineering way he held my body flush to his.
"Burke!" I cried out over and over as I came, as the overwhelming need raced through me and exploded in my veins.
"You have no idea what it does to me to hear you call my name when I make you come."
Brazenly, I reached behind me and stroked his cock. "I feel how hard you are."
Burke groaned in my ear. "I'm so fucking hard for you, baby."
I continued to stroke him, and he plucked my nipples with his long fingers. The pleasure coursing through me was what I longed for, what I needed in order to feel secure in my world again. With nothing but Burke surrounding me, I let go of the fear and just let myself feel.
It wasn't long before he pushed between my shoulder blades, bending me at the waist. I braced myself on my hands and slid down until the duvet rasped against my sensitive nipples. Burke ran his hands over my ass, and I shifted, needing him to bury himself inside me.
"Fill me, Burke. Now."
He gripped my hips and angled me the way he needed me, slipping into my desperate body with a long moan. "Oh, God."
I echoed his sentiment, grabbing two fistfuls of the blanket and trying to hang on as he pounded into me. With my eyes closed, it was all about sensations; his pelvis slapping into my ass, his fingers digging into my hips. The sound of his soft grunts each time he hit me deeply and the feeling of him filling my womb so completely. Simply put, I couldn't catch my breath.
"Kinsley. Fuck." Grabbing my ass, he held me in a bruising grip as he went faster, harder. And when he pressed tightly to my body, I knew the completeness of fulfilling my husband's needs as much as my own.
