Golden brown orbs slowly registered the sight of him propped beside her.
“Good morning, wife.”
A content smile spread across her mouth. “Good morning, husband.”
Fuck.
Nicolas felt his groin tighten at the coarse sound of her voice. It was a satisfactory indication of how sated she was from the night before.
His chest swelled with pride.
He needed her again even though he’d just had her. He doubted the craving would ever cease to be honest. There was eight years worth of build-up. Eight years worth of denial, diversion and restraint. Now that she was his, he didn’t have to hold back.
His hand traveled below, watching her eyes become heady as he spread her legs open.
He pushed the covers down with his free hand so they both could see. His fingers parted her pussy lips before dipping a finger inside her, pulling a grunt from her throat.
“Nico—”
“Watch.”
“But—”
“I said, watch.”
They witnessed as the evidence from last night slowly came out. A satisfied groan left him at seeing his cum mixed with hers. The most breathtaking fusion. “We look so good together.”
Emily dug her face in his neck. “You’re insane.”
“And your body is honest. You can’t hide how much you like this, baby. I canfeelit.”
Low gasps came when he started pumping his finger in and out of her. She gripped his upper arm tightly. She was getting wetter.
A gush of arousal coated his finger within the next minute after she’d let herself go under, drowning in the pleasure he offered.
He kissed the top of her chest as she shook.
“Now let’s get you properly cleaned up.”
His arms slid beneath her body before he knelt on the bed and eased his way off it. She looked at him while in his hold, her eyes clear from the mist.
Emily let a light squeal when he ran into the bathroom like a madman.
And I won’t hold back.
46
What was intended to be a second round turned into a third, and so forth.
Even in the shower, Nicolas had Emily coming on his hands as he helped her wash like it was his life’s mission.
They’d lost track of time so much that they didn’t realize they’d taken up the entire day. By the time they’d eaten and sobered up from their lavender haze, it was late again.
“This is all your fault.” She panted as her cheek rested against his broad chest. He played with the strands of her hair as the unsteady beating of both their hearts somehow became in sync.
“Yes, it’s my fault you’re irresistible.” He kissed the top of her head, making her shudder. “Definitely not because you know how to make a man lose his willpower by giving one look.”
She huffed at his words, but they made her even more lightheaded. “But I’m extra sore now. There’s no way we’ll be able to go sightseeing today.”
