I clench my teeth, but it can’t contain the groan when she positions the opening of her pussy against the tip of my cockhead. My vision blurs red, and every tendon in my neck and shoulders stand. A tiny sliver of sanity says pulling out isn’t the most reliable method. That’s how Hux’s half-brother got his wife pregnant. I should—
“Don’t you want me?”
Okay, fuck it.Her breathless question shatters all my prudence, especially when she looks at me like something’s breaking inside her. I drive into her hot depths with one powerful stroke, throw my head back and moan at how amazing her pussy feels against my cock. She’s so hot, so wet. Without a barrier between us, I’m aware of every little spasm of her inner muscles around my shaft.
Sweet Mother of God.
I dig my fingers into her pelvis and grind my teeth. She grips my shoulders, her nails marking my skin. The pain is shockingly erotic. I pound into her. Her head falls back, her mouth parted, her eyes rolling up as she loses herself in pleasure. Her breasts bob up and down; I take a nipple into my mouth and suck hard.
“Ares!” she screams. She convulses around my cock as an orgasm seizes her, and she’s even wetter, her juices soaking me to the balls.
I continue thrusting, not giving her a chance to come down from the high. Her already pleasure-softened body respondsbeautifully, hitting another peak with ease. When her inner muscles grip me, my balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles, signaling an impending climax. I’m not going to be able to stop it—
I pull out. “Fuck,” I groan as my cum spurts all over her belly. The sight of the white, sticky fluid hitting her and sliding down drives me feral. My cock stays half hard.
I could take my wife all night long. All day long. Hell, all forever long.
Cradling her beautiful, flushed face, I kiss her with all the taut emotion inside me. She runs her fingers over my face, tracing every line tenderly. Sweetness tinged with something wistful fleets over her. A hot surge of adoration fists around my heart. Her eyes are so brilliant, like stars are shining within their depths.
I start to speak, “Lareina, I love—”
She puts a finger over my mouth. “Let’s get divorced.”
Chapter Forty
Ares
My heart stops. My tongue freezes. My brain quits.
Lareina looks up at me, her eyes still brilliant and tender, the smile heartbreakingly beautiful.
“What?” I say, laughing shakily.I couldn’t have heard that right.
“Let’s get divorced.”
I blink. The post-orgasmic flush lingers on her cheeks. My cum is still warm on her belly, and my dick’s still wet from being inside her. I look around, wondering if I’m in some bizarre nightmare, separate from the evening I walked into. The sauce remains in the pan, and the water waits to be reheated. A small bag of pasta sits next to Lareina’s ass on the counter, ready to be boiled.
“Why?” My voice sounds far away, muddled, as though I’m hearing it submerged in water. The euphoric heat has left, replaced by a sense of extreme foreboding.
Her face freezes, and she looks at me like she doesn’t know what to say. “I just think… Well, we both got what we wanted. I have my money—and safety—and you have your promotion.”
“But—”
“I think it’s better this way. I’m not what you have in mind for a suitable wife or ideal marriage.”
Fuck.She’s throwing my words from Vegas back at me. When I was being an arrogant dick.
“And this”—she gestures vaguely with her hand—“isn’t what I want for our future either. We would be much happier away from each other.”
“You don’t know that.” But even as I insist, I don’t know exactly what she means by “this” or how to change her mind. Part of me says I need to pin her down, but I’m also afraid. What if she says the past few months have been a trial, and it disappointed her?
“Yes, I do.” Her gaze is steady. “I knowexactlywhat I want from my life, Ares.”
“And you think… You want…” My breath shakes. I run my hand over my mouth roughly, feeling utterly at a loss. The D-word rolled from her lips so casually, but I can’t even say it, not in relation to us. When we were in Vegas, we spoke of our marriage as something with a time limit, but as time went on, I painted her into my future: her in her smock, paint splatters all over, our beautiful children and us growing old together. She’ll have gray hair, and wrinkles will cover her skin, but she’ll still be the most beautiful woman in my eyes, and I’ll love every line.
“You’re just a little shocked right now,” she says, patting my cheek. “But it won’t be long before you realize I’m right.”
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