“Jesus, baby. You’re such a good girl.”
“Mmm. Fuckkk,” she breathes, and I grin at her rare curses coming out tonight. My baby doesn’t swear—and God, it turns me on even more. I didn’t think that was possible right now, but here we are.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
“I am?” Her pupils dilate at my praise, and she pushes back, taking another few inches. “Oh, God. Oh fuck!”
“Yeah, baby. You’re strangling my cock like a very good girl.” I reach around her and rub her clit, pinching it between my fingers.
The second she moans, head thrown back, I slam all the way in. Her whimpers echo around us, her body trembling. I let her adjust, and we both breathe harshly, her erotic sounds nearly undoing me.
Fuck, that was risky, almost snapped my cock off.
“I need you to relax for me, baby. Can you do that?” I trail a hand gently up and down her spine. Once I feel her softening, I push into her with slow, shallow thrusts, feeling my piercings rub deliciously against her. I go deeper, faster, letting the sounds of her pleasure fill the balcony air.
“How does it feel, baby?”
“Mm. Good. You feel so good, Trey.”
I’m on the edge of losing myself, both from how impossibly tight she is and how fucking incredible she looks, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, teeth sinking into her lip.
“I love the way you claim me, the way you make me feel like I’m yours,” she whispers.
“Because you are,” I growl, slamming forward as she presses back into me.
“Yes!”
“I’m going to fill you with my cum so everyone knows you’re mine, wife.” Her lips part, tightening around me, and I fist her hair, yanking her head back for a rough, violent kiss as I assaulther clit. Rubbing, rolling and pinching. My wife is as insatiable as I am; I can never get enough, never close enough, never deep enough.
“Come with me,” she whispers against my mouth, clenching around me.
“Please, Trey, please,” she begs, and I thrust deeper, releasing my hold on her hair to wrap my hand around her throat. I groan into her kiss as the rush of my orgasm hits, spilling into her, my cock pulsing deep inside her as teeth and tongue claim her lips.
I pull back slowly, each bump, and ripple exquisite and excruciating from my piercings. Slowly and surely I slip free, and watch as my cum spills down her legs. She shivers in my arms, trembling, her lips swollen and bruised from my punishing kisses.
Without a word, I sweep her into my embrace, pressing her chest to mine, turning her gently so our eyes meet. She sighs, melting into me, and I can’t resist a slow, careful kiss, letting her respond with everything she has, letting the fire of her sighs wash over me.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, her heartbeat wild against my chest, and I simply hold her, drinking her in—the scent, the warmth, the weight of her pressed against me. The world shrinks until there is nothing but us, and a low, rough chuckle escapes me.
“Let’s get cleaned up, wife,” I murmur, my voice husky.
She nods, forehead resting against mine, both of us still caught in the afterglow of what we’ve just shared, neither of us quite willing to let go.
But before the evening can taper off into silence and rest, my cock twitches, reminding me there’s still more work to be done.
Carrying her like this isn’t nearly as hard on my knife wound as I thought it might be… and maybe, just maybe, the little bit of pain was worth it anyway.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Round two.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Seraphina
You Say – Lauren Daigle
Iwake with something sharp lodged in my chest, like I’ve been dragged violently from somewhere I wasn’t meant to be, my breath catching halfway up my throat as my body jerks against the mattress, drenched in sweat, my skin damp and clinging beneath the soft cotton of Trey’s t-shirt.
