“You’re worried you won’t be able to put me back together.”
“Stop. Just stop. You’ve got it all wrong.” I hang my head. Why does it have to be this way?
“But I don’t need you to fix me. What I need is for you to fuck me.”
“You don’t know what you’re—” I swallow back my words, clamping my lips shut over them.
“Finish what you were going to say. I can’t extrapolate.”
“No.”
“Fine, but know that if you walk out of that door, we’re over.”
I angle my head, watching as she reclines, as she lifts her arms above her head, her body stretching, wanting, temptation personified.
“If I leave, you still get your money.”
“I don’t care. Not anymore.”
“You will have suffered being married to me for nothing.”
“I haven’t suffered. But there’s still time to make me.” Her eyes flash like blue flames.I dare you.
I’m not angry. I’m exhausted. Tired of fighting my need. I pivot—maybe I don’t even realize until I’m standing at the edge of the bed.
“Don’t test me, Lavender. You don’t want me like this.”
“Sexsplaining, Raif. Really?”
I grip her thigh—my fingers just above her knee. “You want me wild, princess? You’re going the right way about it.”
“Yes.” A sibilant hiss as she presses her hand between her legs once more. “I want you wild and inside me.”
She is an invitation to destruction.
For us both, I think as I fall over her.
My fingers grasp, my tongue thrusts. Her mouth sucks. The moment was like gathering pace and momentum, gravel slipping over a hill and becoming an avalanche. It’s as though this is what we were built for. Like this thing between us finally makes sense.
“You drive me insane.” My hand at the base of her throat. “Make me feel like I could hurt you, like I could snap you in two.”
“Yes, Raif. Yes!” Her eyes fucking darken, my name on her lips all breath and relief as her slim fingers slide into my hair. “I want it,” she demands, pulling hard on the strands.
“Fuck!” The intensity rolls down my back, and I drop my hips over hers, the slow grind a signal of my attentions.
“Fuck!” The intensity rolls down my back, and I drop my hips over hers, the slow grind a signal of my attention.
“Don’t stop.”
“No, princess. Not until all that’s left are our sighs and our bones.”
The tenor changes from violence to tenderness as my fingers cradle her neck. Tan, rough fingertips to pale silk. I tip her chin, my lips a slow slide, the stubble on my cheek abrading as I press my thumb into her kiss-plump mouth.
I grunt as she catches it between her teeth, then use it to open her mouth to my kiss. Rough, passionate, her need meets mine as she moans, her fingers curling into my sides.
Need builds in my veins, my cock straining against her as every cell in my body seems to cry out for more. More touch. More taste. More skin. More Lavender as we kiss and kiss.
“Let me,” she rasps, her fingers plucking at my shirt. Pulling it from my waistband. “I want to feel you.” One button loose, two, then three, she yanks the cotton over my head. “God. You’re so beautiful.”
