“Starting now.” I lift her easily and set her on the wide arm of the sofa. She pulls me between her legs.
I kiss her hard. Hands slide under her sweater, palms gliding over warm, soft skin.Mine.
I tug her sweater off. Her bra quickly follows it to the floor. Her breasts spill free, nipples already peaked in the cool air. I cup one, thumb circling the tight bud. She arches into my touch. “My wife,” I growl against her neck.
“Liev…”
I take her nipple into my mouth, tongue swirling. She moans, fingers threading into my hair. I switch sides, hand sliding down her stomach to unbutton her jeans. She lifts her hips. I strip them off along with her panties, leaving her bare and spread on the sofa arm. The sight steals my breath.
I drop to my knees, spread her thighs wider, and lean in. My tongue finds her clit. She gasps, hips jerking. My hand planted on her lower stomach, I hold her steady, licking with long, deliberate strokes. She tastes like heaven. I slide two fingers inside, curl them just right, so that she tightens around me, soft sounds spilling from her lips.
“More,” she begs, and I obey. Sucking her clit harder, my fingers thrust in rhythm. Her thighs tremble, and the sounds she makes drive me wild.
She comes hard, clenching around my fingers, her cry sharp and unrestrained. I stand and gaze down at her flushed body, eyes dark with want.
I undo my belt, shove my jeans down and step between her legs. “Ready?”
“Yes.” She pulls me in, kisses me fiercely.
I push inside slowly, one inch at a time, and she gasps. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect.
“Made for me,” I rasp, when I’m buried to the hilt.
We move together. Her legs lock around my waist when I thrust deep. My hands grip her hips as she matches me thrust for thrust, nails raking my back.
“I think I’m going to…” she moans through ragged pants.
I grip her ass, thrusting harder. I feel her tighten around me and know she’s close. “My wife,” I say. “Mine.”
“Yes—yours?—”
She comes again, clenching hard around me. I thrust deep one last time, release crashes through me. I groan her name against her shoulder.
We stay like that, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. I kiss her softly.
She smiles against my lips. “Christened.”
“Only the first room.”
37
SERA
The buzz of my phone drags me out of the warm cocoon of sheets and Liev’s body heat. I squint at the screen before answering.
“Finn, it’s six a.m.”
“What’s your point?”
Next to me, Liev groans and buries his face deeper into the pillow.
“You do sleep, right?” I mutter. “You’re not secretly a vampire?”
“Do you want to know what I found, or do you want to keep being a dick?” Finn asks dryly, clearly unamused by me.
I shake Liev’s shoulder. He rolls over, eyes instantly sharper when he sees my expression.
“Putting you on speaker,” I tell Finn.
