Page 103 of Sweet Oblivion

“You going to make me beg, pretty boy?” My voice is sexy and thready, and I barely recognize the words as they fall from my lips before Ryker’s hands slide along my thighs, pushing them open. Baring me to him. His fingers tease my sex. Stroking. Circling. Driving me wild.

He slides two fingers inside me, his eyes locked on mine as he leans over me. “Doesn’t feel like you’re begging now, does it, baby?”

I arch into him, already desperate for more, and attack his mouth, then pull back when something sticky touches my neck. “What?—”

Ryker’s eyes are liquid pools of need as he drags his fingers through the icing of the cake that’s been set next to the bed. Painting it along my neck and down my chest. His tongue licks lazy circles along the same path as he stuffs his fingers inside me.

I’m already on sensation overload when his teeth graze my nipple, and I fucking scream. So close to tipping over the edge already. But not without him. Not tonight.

“Ryker,” I pant and reach for his belt. “I want you. All of you. Please.”

“Patience, wife,” he groans and adds a second finger. “So tight. So fucking hot.”

“I’ve been patient all night. Please... You said I didn’t have to beg.”

“But you’re so pretty when your pussy’s full of my fingers, Delaney.”

Heat pools in my core as my thighs tremble and my husband presses a kiss to my lips, devouring me. He climbs over me, settling between my legs and stuffs a third finger inside, brushing against a spot that has me seeing stars. “Oh God.”

“Eyes on me, Lane.”

“Fuck.” I shake, my orgasm right there on the verge, and force my eyes open in time to see him pull his fingers from my body. A delicious growl builds in his chest as he traces them along my lips before crushing his mouth over mine.

And before I can take my next breath, he rolls a condom down and slaps my pussy so deliciously hard, I see stars as he plunges inside me. “Watch me fuck you, Lane. Watch us.”

Big, rough hands worship every curve of my body. The dip of my waist. The swell of my breasts. The curve of my ass. Worshipping me. Taking his time when I want him to rush.

I dig my heels into his back, urging him on as my orgasm lingers on the horizon, so close but just out of reach. And, oh God, when his hand wraps around my neck, tearing a breathy moan from me, I know I’m close.

“Let me feel you, Lane. Let me feel the way I make you come.”

“Ryker,” I cry and shake, unsure how much more I can take. “I don’t—oh fuck. Don’t stop.”

“Never, Lane.” He thrusts into me again and again, fucking me harder. Faster. Slamming into me over and over. One thumb on my clit. The other on my pulse as I shatter. A kaleidoscope of color shattering behind my eyes while I come with my husband’s name on my lips.

Irrevocably his.

RYKER

Spoil your wives because I didn’t raise losers.

—Sebastian Beneventi’s advice to his sons

“Idon’t want to leave,” Delaney moans against my lips as she wiggles her perfect fucking ass in my lap and grabs another strawberry.

We’ve barely had thirty-six hours of this, but we’ve milked every last minute we can before we’re forced to face reality.

The closest thing to clothes she’s worn is my dress shirt, and I swear to every fucking thing that’s holy in this world, I’d be happy if it was the only thing she wore for the rest of our lives.

I bite the berry out of her fingers, then press my juice-stained lips to hers and dig my fingers into her hips. “Me either, Bambi, but I’ve got one more thing to show you after we do leave.”

She drags the pad of her thumb along my lip, then sucks it into her mouth, tempting me like the little minx she’s become. “Animal, vegetable, or mineral?”

“What?”

She tilts her head and smiles the prettiest smile.“Sorry. Did you need me to sign it?”

“Oh… you little brat.” I stand and toss her over my shoulder, then smack her ass. “You learn a few new words and you think you get to be cheeky?”