But now, I think…perhaps I’ve just been waiting for him.
Clearly overwrought with emotion, he cradles my face like I’m the light he never expected to see. He kisses me tenderly, sweetly, giving me his all.
Hope tremors inside me.
My Kian…he’s still in there.
Groaning, he thrusts back in, his motions gentle. “Fuck. You’re so tight.” A masculine grunt of satisfaction ripples from him. “I-I’ve imagined—”
He stops and presses another kisson my lips.
“I should’ve been more careful,” he says softly, reminding me of the boy he said was long gone.
A gentleness so heart-wrenching guides his motions. In this fragment of time, I don’t remember why I shouldn’t be with him. He slides his hand between us, down my body, and starts a rhythm on my swollen clit.
Firm circles, light flicks, all in tune with his body moving over mine.
Frissons of pleasure begin anew. My muscles tense as I clutch his back, helpless to the climbing sparks.
“E-Elias,” I whimper, my hips moving, chasing his thrusts, giving as good as I get.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, his cock hardening, swelling, filling me up. “You’re going to come again, princess. I’m going to christen this room with your cum.”
My core flutters at his dirty words.
Eyes flashing, he peels his upper body from me, his fingers still working hard at my clit. He snakes his free hand up my body, kneads my breast before sliding back down and resting his palm below my belly.
Then he presses down, letting me feel him. Every single hard and thick inch.
I moan.
His dick powers into me, each piston shredding my nerves, sending me into the stratosphere.
My vision whitens. His fingers quicken around my clit. My legs shake, muscles coil, back arching.
More moans and whimpers fill the air.
“Who am I?” Hips snapping hard against me, his rhythm spins out of control. He curves his body over mine once more.
“Elias.” My eyes roll back and teeth chatter.
I’m so close. Oh my fucking God, I’m so close.
The table rattles, its legs squeaking against the floor, adding to the erotic soundtrack of our movements.
“I’m yourhusband.”
His cock lengthens. His hand presses deeper into my stomach.
“Feel. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
The table groans, and a whine slithers out of my throat.
“Remember,” he rasps, face flushed, eyes intense, “I own you.”
White static rings in my ears, the submissive streak inside me roaring to life.
“And…”
