She was his wife. She washis.
“Forgive me while I remind you of that.” Reid bypassed the fabric of her panties and slid a finger inside her. Vaasa moaned against his mouth, and he grinned at the readiness he found. “Already wet for me?” he whispered in her ear. He pulled in and out, curling his finger against her inner wall.
“Yes, you, you—”
Reid pressed his thumb to her center, circling the bud of nerves there, and she moaned before she could finish her sentence. Her hands fisted in his shirt. He slid another finger inside her and pressed, his free hand rising to dip beneath her neckline and cup her breast. His thumb and forefinger played with her nipple. His mouth found hers again, and she parted her lips for him. He took the invitation to sweep his tongue against hers, to kiss her as deeply as she’d let him while his thumb circled and pressed against her clit.
His body kept hers against the wall, even as her legs trembled, and he worried they wouldn’t hold her weight.
He would.
His mouth brushed over her cheek, rising until his teeth grazed her ear. “You’re going to come for me right here.” It feltso much like a sin to have her in this position, and a brash part of him wanted someone to find them and see the ways in which he touched their heiress. See her head tip back as she fought a moan.His, his, his—the word echoed in his mind.
She didn’t argue or push him away. He paid such close attention to the signs of her body, the signals that she wanted him. A rebellious fire lit in her eyes, and she whispered, “Make me.”
Reid’s breeches strained against his erection. His wife was always thinking, always rational and planned, but this was an abandonment of that survival mechanism. A submission to the instincts of who she was and what she wanted.
Withhim.
Her hips bucked, and he pressed her harder to the wall, locking her in place to make sure she couldn’t move. He paid attention to the cadence of her breath, how it sped in desire instead of fear, how even as they did something they both knew they shouldn’t, she drove him forward with the way her leg tightened on his waist. He watched the passageway in his peripheral, knowing deep down that she was trusting him to protect her. Trusting him to be her eyes so she could let go.
He pulled his hand from her bodice and tucked it beneath the hem of her dress, two fingers sliding inside her while he continued to use his thumb against her pleasure. She tossed an arm over her mouth and bit down on her own flesh.
“What would they think if they saw you like this, getting exactly what you want?” Reid asked so quietly. “Lettingmedo this to you.”
She bit down harder, but he heard her muffled cry. She trembled and started to quicken around his fingers. She was rising for him. She had to be just as sunken into this fantasy as he was—the forbidden taste of it all.
She was doing so much pretending. It was a relief to give her something real.
He kept exactly the same pace, pulling in and out of her, teasing her while he did so. Her breath came quicker. Her body went taut. “I told you I was going to make you come in this hallway,” he growled in her ear.
She cried out into her arm, the sound for his ears alone, and tightened around his fingers. Her knees buckled with her orgasm, but Reid caught her with his own weight. He plunged in and out of her, desperate to pull as much pleasure from her as he possibly could. She panted as he finally slid his fingers out. But then her hands flew to his breeches, and Reid tried to gain common sense, tried to grasp some part of him that knew the right thing to do was to deny them both this stolen moment. They were wasting time. They were—
Her fingers expertly undid the tie at his waist, and she dipped inside. She wrapped her hand around his erection.
All protest was lost.
Reid hiked up her skirts as she pumped him, a rebellious and thrilling smile on her face, eyes glittering behind her mask. It took him all of three seconds to place his hands at her thighs and haul her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, and then he maneuvered as strategically as he could to pull her panties to the side. When he felt her slick entrance at the head of his cock, he plunged himself inside her until he was seated to the hilt, mouth pressing over hers to contain her sounds.
He hadn’t had her in all the ways he wanted to. Their night in Dihrah was just the beginning. He intended to have so much more. To discover everything about how she liked being taken, to know each word he could whisper in her ear to make her tighten. But right now wasn’t about discovery; it was about reclaiming. Reminding.
Reid pulled out just enough to threaten a separation, but then he thrust into her again, and she buried her face in his neck with a gasp. He fucked her against the wall until her teeth sank into the fabric covering his shoulder. Until small, muffled cries of pleasure vibrated against where she bit him. With each stroke of his cock inside her, he felt his feet more firmly planted on the ground. Felt the truth wind between them like an unbreakable chain.
“Mine,” he growled. “You’re fuckingmine.”
Vaasa bit harder, and her teeth threatened to mar his shirt. And then he wondered if that was the point.
“If you want to mark me, Wild One, then do it,” he told her.
Reid almost lost himself when she pawed at the black buttons of his shirt, undoing them until she could wrench the fabric from his shoulder. He couldn’t help himself from picking up speed when she really sank her teeth into his skin, biting him hard, leaving a mark as if she, too, needed to know that in the wake of their distance, there would still be a trace of her upon him. He had used words and touch to remind her that he’d laid claim, but in the same fashion as he’d always known her, there was an edge of violence in how she expressed herself.
“That’s right,” he growled as he thrust into her again. “I’m still very much yours.”
Vaasa groaned into his skin, and Reid thrust into her hard, pressure building in his cock with each stroke. He needed her pleasure again. He needed to feel it around something other than his fingers this time. She must have been thinking the same thing, because her hand snaked down her body and between her legs. Reid gauged her needs by the response he earned, settling into the speed and pace that caused her back to arch, that brought forth her whispered “Yes, right there,please.”
She shattered around him, muscles clamping, and he didn’t have the self-control this time to pull himself out of her. Hefinished with a stifled groan, and it took the very last ounce of his restraint not to let his voice out. She clung to him, thighs trembling, breath coming in quick spurts. “Vaasa, can you—”
“Get contraception?” she asked, likely realizing exactly what he did; this had been as impulsive as it could get. “Yes.”
