Chapter 38
Zachariah
We barely made it home. If I could have gotten away with it, I’d have taken my wife right there in the car on the side of the road. I knew Avidya wouldn’t have been too fond of doing that. Yet. One day, though, I would.
Instead, once the door was open and we entered the kitchen, I couldn’t stop my dominant nature from coming out again. I wasn’t sure it was because my jealousy of that child that bugged my nerves, or if it was just my irresistible wife.
Whatever it was, I demanded that she strip right there in the kitchen.
Without a second thought, she did as I wanted, a look of heat in her green eyes that matched my own.
Within seconds, she stood before me, her clothes pushed aside, as she looked at me expectantly.
“I’m going to take you here in this kitchen,” I stated. “Color?”
“Green, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy.
“Perfect,” I smiled. I loved that she was learning the tones of my voice to indicate just what I wanted in certain moments.
My God, I just loved her.
I took swift steps towards her before reaching out and cupping her face in both of my palms.
“You are mine,” I stated softly. I poured as much love into my words as I possibly could.
“Always,” she said, melting against my touch and returning her look of love tenfold.
I crashed my lips to hers, feeling more than hearing her gasp of surprise. I took her lips, her tongue, everything, into my mouth. I made love to her sweet mouth, soaking up everything she could give me.
Her hands went up to my neck, pulling me into her.
If we could be one, we would already be. That was how fucking much we needed each other.
We were one.
Body.
Soul.
Heart.
Pulling back, I let my hands slide down her arms. She was so soft against me. She was my love; my life. She was everything I ever wanted. Everything I could only dream about.
“Lean over the counter, elbows supporting your upper body,” I demanded. I was torn between taking her fast or taking her slow.
I wanted her more than life itself. I wanted to make sweet love to her.
I knew once I entered her, I’d do nothing but give her a good fuck because I could. Because she wanted it.
Because we wereus.
It only took her moments to lean on the countertop, her ass pushed out for me just like I wanted. I couldn’t stop my hand from giving her round butt a couple of hard slaps. My red handprints only stayed there for a moment or two before disappearing.
I loved how her skin marked so easily.
I let my hand slip down to her lower lips, finding her soaking wet. With my other hand, I took off my pants, letting them fall to the floor.
“Are you always this wet?” I asked, teasing her.
