He crooks his lips into a proud grin, tilts his head, and deadpans—right before he lifts me, then throws me over his shoulder. It’s awkward at first since our conjoined hands go over his head, ending up somewhere on his shoulder.
“Holy fuck buckets,” I squeal and take the moment to squeeze his ass with my other hand.
He barks a hearty laugh before lowering me to the bed. My ass stings, but all the pain dulls as my husband unbuttons his pants, unzipping far too slowly.
“Ugh, too long.” I shoot to my feet.
He chuffs a laugh and touches his lips to my forehead. “Someone is a little eager.”
I practically rip down his pants with my free hand, and my pulse races at the sight of him. Because he went commando. His cock twitches, but when I close my cuffed hand around him, it throbs.
Flushed from head to toe, I look up, swallowing the ache in my throat. “I’m not the only one who’s eager.”
Oh, God, how does he smell so damn good? Masculine musk, expensive cologne with notes of sandalwood, warm amber, and vanilla.
“Oh, I’m more than eager, Lexie.” He lowers his head with that sinful smirk. “My dick is gagging for you.”
I touch the tip, rubbing my finger around the crown, silky and wet with his pre-cum. “I thought it was just happy to see me.”
“Aye, that it is. But…” Liam touches the back of my hand and urges me away. “Don’t be doing that now, Darlin’. I want to savor this, and if ye keep grippin’ me like that, it’ll be over too soon.”
I bite my lower lip but nod. When he reaches behind me to undo the zipper of my gown, tingles break out all over my skin. Leaning into his heat, I lift my fingers to trace his tattoos. His muscles flex beneath my touch.
Soon, my wedding gown is forsaken, draped over the frame of the bed. All I’m wearing now is the strapless lace bra and my underwear. And the cuffs. It might be crazy, but I love the idea of keeping them on all night.
His eyes darken with lust, shifting from the icy blue to a deep, endless tide. I hold my breath as he unclasps my bra, my breasts falling out. He cups one, rolling the hard nipple with his thumb. A whimper escapes my throat, and I try to move closer, digging my fingers into his waist.
His other hand lowers to grip my hip, keeping me back. “Nah, Luv. I’m going to undress my wife proper tonight. And worship her like the X-rated goddess she is.”
He captures my mouth. Tongue probing the seam of my lips, Liam lingers here, licking my lips, savoring. But when he spears his tongue inside, the kiss turns devastating, and my spine bows. His fierce erection rubs the lace of my underwear. I moan into his mouth, then feed on him, his possession, his protection, and every drop of pleasure he gives me.
One tilt of his head, and he deepens the kiss. I’m powerless to match him. I simply open more and brush my breasts against his chest. The nipples have turned to stiff points, aching for attention. This slow intensity will wreck me tonight.
He seems to know because his mouth chases down my body. Kissing my throat, my clavicle, down my chest, and finally…to my breast. I make a strangled sound as that skillful tongue circles the erect flesh. Pressure coils tight inside me, and I think I’m going to come from him sucking my breast alone. His teeth nip the other, and I jolt.
Oh, God. He drops to one knee and claims my underwear in his teeth. I have to move a little lower due to how we are bound. The lace is already wet, but the liquid heat inside me grows the lower he moves. I step out of the fabric, and he chucks it away, then lifts his head, sweeping in to lick me.
“Oh, fuckfuckfuck, Sir!” I gasp.
Tiny tendrils of electricity skitter up and down my spine. He doesn’t just lick me—he kisses, he sucks my lips, drinking more of my arousal. My trembling hand descends to his hair, and I sigh in relief since he’s letting me touch him.
A groan vibrates in his throat, rippling into my pussy.
Tears blur my eyes as he ravishes me, his tongue knifing through every crease and fold, before closing his lips around my clit with strong suction. He’s determined to ruin me, and I am so ready to be ruined. Everything between my thighs feels like molten fire. I’m not going to last. Every nerve in my body quakes as the desire leaks from my core.
And then, he raises our united hands. Holding me firm with his other palm to my inflamed ass, Liam plucks at my stiff nipples. It sends him into a fit of passion, so he flattens his tongue on my bloated nub before flicking some hypersensitive nerve.
“Oh, God, yes, Sir. Right there, please don’t stop! I’m going to co—ahh!”
The pressure snaps. I grip his hair with all my strength, rocking my hips against his face, riding his tongue as the orgasm shatters through me, surging torrential waves of bliss through my blood.
While I’m still panting, he rises with a devilish gleam in his eye. No time to react. He pushes me softly onto the bed. One look down, and I swallow hard at his cock, all glorious eight inches, swollen with veins, thick and beautifully masculine. Heart racing, I reach for him, but he smacks my hand away,grinning while climbing over me. Our cuffs knock together like little bells singing.
Bracing one arm around my waist, Liam lifts me until my head settles on the pillow. I bend my legs for him, knees lowering to the sheets. I’ve never been so open and vulnerable with anyone. This is profound, powerful, and a little bit terrifying.
My husband sinks his fingers into the flesh of my thigh, the tips rubbing the wetness there. And then…he brings his pelvis down against mine.
“Ohhh…” I clench my inner muscles, ready for him,gaggingfor him.
