Then stopped.
“Cole, I swear to God—”
“What? You’ll divorce me?” He smirked. “We’ve been married for three hours.”
“Please. Husband. Make me come.”
The word “husband” did something to him.
His eyes went dark.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
His mouth sealed over my clit. His fingers thrust deep.
The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train.
I screamed his name. Pulled at the restraints. Rode wave after wave until I couldn’t breathe.
Cole didn’t stop. He licked me through it. Gentle now. Drawing it out until I was shaking.
“I could do that every day and never get tired of it.”
“I might die.”
“What a way to go.” He looked up at me, his lips glistening. “Ready for more?”
“I don’t think I can—”
He untied my legs. Left my wrists bound.
Then he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Sure about that?”
He pushed inside slowly. Just the tip at first, then inch by inch in one slow thrust.
My body stretched to accommodate him. Pleasure and pain that made my eyes roll back.
“Oh God.”
He pulled out. Thrust again. He set the rhythm. Deep. Steady.
I wrapped my legs around him. Pulled him deeper.
“Harder.”
“Bossy wife.”
But he obeyed.
His hips snapped against mine. The sound of our bodies filled the room.
I felt it building again. Impossible. I’d just come.
But there it was. Tightening. Spiraling.
“Cole. I’m—”
