No one else gets to have him, and the territorial feeling makes me almost dizzy as I throw my head back, the angle allowing him to deepen the kiss as he explores my mouth, stamping his ownership all over me.
He loosens his grip on my throat as he rocks into me, encouraging me to pull at his shirt so he can finally give me what every lick of his tongue against mine promises me.
Suddenly, he breaks off the kiss to my loud whine and dips his head, trapping my nipple between his teeth and grazing it, stroking the tip and coating it in his saliva before sucking on it.
His hands land on my hips, and he grabs them hard, the pain adding fuel to the fire in me as I arch my back and tangle my fingers in his hair, keeping him still. Pleasure spreads through me, dangling right in front of my nose, only to be ripped away when he shifts to the other breast to start his torture all over again.
He drags the hem of my dress up, and cold air nips on my heated flesh. His fingers slide over my sodden panties, each glide increasing the tension within me, threatening to erupt into an inferno. I cry out when he rips my panties away, his frigid fingers touching my bare center, and he hisses through his teeth, “Look how wet you are for your husband, Diana.” I grow wetter at his words, and he chuckles, rubbing his stubble along my collarbone as his fingers sink inside, making me moan. His mouth trails up until he reaches my own before he lowers his voice to a barely-there hush. “Want to know a little secret, darling?”
“No.” I whimper as he swirls his fingers between my folds, pushing farther and farther while the heel of his palm presses against my clit, and my head spins from the double onslaught as the pleasure drags me closer to the edge of the cliff that promises me the reprieve from this madness and the reward for all my hunger.
If only he stopped his sweet torture and gave me what I lust after.
“Liar,” he whispers, biting on my lower lip and pulling at it before swiping his tongue over the abused flesh as he adds another finger, stretching me further. I move my hips forward, seeking deeper penetration, and cry out in frustration when he refuses me. “Diana…” Too lost in my haze, I can barely focus on what he’s saying as he adds yet another finger. The feeling consumes me, the need growing, while tickling sensations cascade all over me.
My skin turns hot to the touch, the tension rising. The air sticks in my throat, and I whimper when he kisses me again, this time stabbing his tongue deep and entwining it with mine in a passionate dance, all the while continuing to push in and out of me.
Plastering myself to him, I start to thrust my hips in tandem with his movements, finally getting the right pressure that is just perfect if he continues to…
“No, no,” I whisper when he removes his fingers and tears his mouth away from mine. “Stop torturing me.” I’ve never been this direct with him, and I can feel my cheeks burn. Not that I care. “Show me who I belong to.”
“You belong to me, Diana.”
Swaying back a little, he widens my legs and curls my left thigh over his hip before lowering the zipper of his pants.
His words cause a different kind of thrill to sweep over me, although I can barely focus on that right now as he thrusts into me with one swift move.
He captures my moan that turns into a scream in a kiss, owning my mouth as he stretches me to the hilt around his thick length, only to push back and enter me again. He groans when I scratch his shoulder blades, the heel of my foot settling on his back and opening me further to his hungry invasion.
Every hair and nerve ending in my body electrifies, thumping inside me in the preparation of something magnificent that only this man can give me.
He taught me what pleasure feels like, and he’s the only one who makes me crave carnal needs that seem to consume my entire being where he’s concerned.
He drives into me harder, his strokes becoming deeper and matching our tongues. My thighs slowly clamp around him, and I gulp for breath. I rest my head against the tree while he continues to slam into me.
“Orion,” I say, gripping his hair until our eyes meet. “You are mine.” I’ve never been possessive in my life, but he inspires all sorts of unhealthy emotions in me.
This man belongs to me, and I will leave as many marks on him as I want, so no one will ever doubt it.
His fingers cut into my hips when he increases his pace and leans forward, our lips brushing against each other’s once again as he replies, “Yes. And you.”Thrust.“Are.”Thrust. “Mine.”
My core spasms around his length as the pressure building inside me can no longer be contained, joy flowing all over my system until it erupts, clenching him hard, and I cry out.
Orion drives into me three more times before groaning and spilling inside me, and I hug him close, basking in this moment where everything is perfect.
My handsome, scarred husband, who I adore with all my heart.
Mother Nature still rages in full swing, while our internal turmoil calms, the blissful waves blanketing us in euphoria as the outside world slowly comes back to me, and we both catch our breaths.
“Orion?” I whisper into his ear, and he jerks inside me, my toes curling on his back at the action. My body craves more.
He kisses my neck, his fingers still gripping me hard while his stubble rubs against my skin and makes me ticklish. “Yes?”
“We should do archery more often.”
His laughter echoes through the night as he kisses my neck and picks me up, marching through the garden toward the house. “Let’s go inside and take a hot bath, darling. And then we can explore your wicked mind all over again.”
The rain must have stopped a few minutes ago, the wind chasing the dark clouds away and allowing for the moonlight and stars to shine brightly on this gloomy evening. I look up,and my heart thuds painfully in my chest, making me squeeze my husband when I notice something beautiful.
