He peppers kisses across my face to my ear. He sucks on my earlobe, and my eyes roll back in my head.
"That should not feel so good."
"There are other parts of you I want to suck on."
Those sparks under my skin flare into full-blown volcanoes. My blood has turned into lava, my skin melting off me and reducing me to a pile of ember. Oh God.
"Oh, James."
I shudder with desire.
"Say it," he breathes.
"Oh, James." I throw my head back.
He instantly drags his whiskered chin down the column of my throat.And when he reaches the curve of my shoulder, he tugs my sweatshirt aside and bites on the skin there.
"Ah." I feel that in my clit. I begin to grind down against him. I sense his heartbeat ramping up.
"Fuck, I need to be inside of you. I want to feel your sweet, hot pussy milking my cock. I want to fill you up with my cum and push it back inside you when it overflows your slit."
Oh God. It’s as if telling me he loves me has unlocked something inside of James. A level of trust that’s making him more vulnerable, more open, more ready to share all of himself, finally.
When I still, he scans my features. "Are you okay with that?"
"Very." I swallow. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."
His eyes flash. "You have no idea the kind of fantasies I’ve had about you over the years."
"Show me." The lust inside me coalesces into something sharper. Something more urgent. I want him. I want my husband. I need him to take me in every way possible. I need him to own me. "Fuck me."
Something shifts behind his eyes. The predatory part of him, which I’ve sensed before, seems to take over completely.
He presses a hard kiss to my mouth, then turns. He’s carrying me as he heads for the staircase.
Malice bounds up the stairs before us. She reaches the door to this bedroom, which is closed, and scratches at it.
"Nope, Malice, sorry, you’re not coming in here." He pushes her aside gently with his foot, shoulders open the door and manages to shut it behind us without Malice entering. She scratches at the door, and begins to cry.
"She’s not happy."
"Too fucking bad. Not going to share you with anyone, Wife. Not even my cat." He stalks to the bed and drops me on it.
I giggle, bounce once, then shove the hair out of my eyes. Before I can catch my breath, he covers my body with his. "Goddamn, the sounds you make."
He twists my hands above my head and curls my fingers around the headboard.
"I love it when you hold me down," I gasp.
As if to illustrate my point, he nudges my legs apart and plants his hips between my thighs.
His weight pushes me into the bed. His tightens his grip around my throat just enough that I gasp.
A shiver grips me.
He takes in my flushed features, and a sly look comes into his eyes. "I think I know exactly what you're going to love."
He releases my wrists.
