But there was enough power between them to exchange it. At least for now.
He lay on his back, and she moved over the top of him, biting down on his neck. “You will always belong to me.”
He gripped her hair, pulling her down to him and kissing her deep, reveling in the feeling of her nipples brushing against his chest.
Then he released her, and let her kiss her way down his body. She teased him. Bringing him to the edge with her mouth again then again.
Taking him to the edge of himself. Places he had never been before.
He didn’t give women control of anything. He didn’t give anyone in his life control of anything. Because he always had to be the one.
Always.
But not here. Not with her.
She had him on the edge of exploding. And yet she wouldn’t give him relief.
She could feel his mounting desire, and knew exactly when to pull back.
It was pleasure and pain unlike any he had ever known before. He pushed two fingers inside of her as she continued to lick him, and she moaned against his shaft, the vibrations sending sparks of desire through him.
“Let me have you,” he growled. “Let me have this,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper.
“Not yet,” she said.
“I can’t give you any more.”
“I think you can.”
She sucked the head of him into her mouth hard, and he almost lost control then and there. Almost came into her gorgeous mouth.
But the promise of taking her like he wanted to kept him from doing it.
She moved away from him, and lay down like a queen, her head propped up on the pillows, her back arched, her elbows resting on the mattress. “You can have me now. But only if you tell me exactly what I am.”
He knew. He knew what he had to say, and he would say anything to get inside of her.
He moved to her, gripped the back of her head and took her mouth in a searing kiss. Then he thrust deep into her wet heat, the relief of being inside of her making him curse. “My wife,” he said, the words dragged straight from the center of his chest.
“Yes,” she said.
And then finally he was fucking her. Taking her.
It was everything he needed. Everything. And he cried out her name as desire overtook him. She said his in return as she dug her nails into his shoulders, as she gave herself over to her orgasm, her internal muscles milking every last drop out of him.
He had done it. He had surrendered. He had consigned them both to hell.
But they had both gone in together.
So they would have to figure out what this looked like. He had tried to make rules. They had broken them.
They were married, and they’d consummated. There was no going back. So now they would have to move forward with all of these broken shards.
There was only one answer. At least as far as he could see it. They had to exhaust this. Until it didn’t have teeth. Until it didn’t own or control them.
Until they could find a way to wear it into something comfortable. And perhaps at that point they would have fucked so much they would have the appetite for someone else.
You will never want anyone but her. You were cursed that day at the pool. And behold the aftereffects of that curse.
