Somehow, he’s suddenly on his knees with his body pressed between my parted thighs, hiking my flowing skirt up around my waist. I lace my fingers through his thick, wavy hair and tug at the roots, demanding more. He pulls me closer until there’s not a sliver of space between us. My breasts crush to his chest. His erection throbs against my stomach.
In this moment, being with him feels right. Like it’s where I belong. This is my new life and there’s no escape. But I don’t want to escape. Not any more.
With a broken moan, I give in. I surrender to my fate. To him. To us.
I want Maximo Pontrelli. He’s my husband, but I’ll also take him as my lover.
He trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I let my head fall back, giving him better access. His hot palms stroke up mysides, heat searing my skin through the silk fabric of my dress. Looping his thumbs through the straps, he slides the top down, exposing my breasts to him.
Palming one, his mouth closes around my nipple. I gasp. The sensation sends jolts of electricity between my legs. Arching my back, I beg for more. More of his mouth. More of him.
He rolls my nipple between his teeth. I shudder, moaning out his name. Then he moves to the other one and coaxes it into an aching peak.
“Tell me you want this,” he groans against my flushed skin. “Give yourself to me, wife.”
I know what he wants. He desires my surrender. An invitation. Submission.
Slowly, I stand up. His touch slips away.
I move away from the table to an open area of the plush rug. After kicking off my shoes, I reach for the ties of the dress. My gaze holds his and I slowly untie the knot and undo the laces. Pulling on the last string, the fabric shudders down my skin, to pool at my feet.
Maximo’s bright eyes blaze as I step out of the cloud of silk. I’m naked except for the pair of white panties.
Encouraged by his lustful stare, and feeling bolder than I ever have in my life, I slip my thumbs into the waistband and slide my underwear down my legs. Completely baring myself to him. I swallow hard.
Then I lower myself to the soft carpet and lie back. My pulse and breathing pick up speed as I open my thighs in an invitation. In total surrender.
He looks at me like all of his hopes and dreams have just come true. With a low growl—more animal than human—he stalks toward me and drops to his knees. First he claims my lips with his. Then he kisses down my body, from my neck to my breasts, along my stomach, until he licks my slit.
I tremble at the foreign, but delicious sensation. He does it again. I moan. My hips move of their own accord, in time with his mouth on my pussy. When he pushes two fingers inside, a ripple of pleasure shudders through my every nerve ending.
“Maximo.” Oh God that feels so good. And that’s only his mouth and fingers.
With deliberate, singular focus, he works me up. Slowly at first, then harder, faster. Until I’m pleading, “I’m so close.Please.”
He hums against my clit and I shatter. The entire world seems to tilt on its axis as I fall apart.
Gasping for breath, I watch Maximo slide up my body. I’ve read enough spicy romance novels to know what comes next. What to expect from him. He’s already more than lived up to my expectations.
As he claims my mouth, I taste myself on his lips. I brush my hand down his chest to his waistband and unfasten the leather belt. Popping the button, I reach inside to feel his heavy, throbbing cock. I wrap my fingers around his girth.
What on Earth?
Isn’t he supposed to be hot and hard and smooth? He doesn’t feel quite like that. I stop kissing him as my attention wanders to his cock. Curiosity takes over. Is that… metal?
CHAPTER 34
Maximo
My eyes roll back in my head when she grips my cock. When her hand stills, I realize that I completely forgot to warn her about what she’d find down there. Easing back, I drag my shirt over my head, then I unzip my trousers and free my dick. The tip glistens with precum.
Elena gasps, rising up onto her elbows, eyes wide as she takes me in for the first time. I let her, slowly stroking myself. Will she like what she sees?
“What..?Oh my god.”
I glance down at my pierced shaft. “What do you think?” I ask, nervous about her response.
“Does it hurt?”
