Page 58 of Claimed By the Silver Fox

He pauses for a moment, staring at it, as though taken by the power of its symbolism. “I’m so glad I married you,” he tells me, and I gaze at him, grinning.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “And why’s that?”

He grins, slipping his hands down to my waist and pulling me against him. “Because it means I’m allowed to do this whenever I want…”

And with that, he presses a kiss against my lips and turns me around to hitch me onto the desk behind us. My heart flutters at the feel of his mouth on mine, speaking more than just sweet nothings, telling me everything I want to hear. Everything that I know he will be able to back up, the same way he has delivered on every promise he has ever made to me.

I trail my hands down his back, and beneath his shirt, I can feel his muscles, his strength—all tamed, as long as he’s here with me.

30

JULIA

He hitches me with ease onto the desk, and I’m reminded, all of a sudden, of our very first time together. The time in his office, when he helped strip me out of my dress, tugging at every tie on my corset until it fell in a heap around my ankles. And the way he looked at me then, as if I was something he should know better than to want, something he should never let himself desire.

But now? Now, as he catches my face in his hands, and drags his nose across my cheek, breathing in the scent of me as though he’s starved, there is none of that. No effort to hold back, no attempt to deny himself. He wants me, and he will have me, just like I’ve always wanted.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he murmurs.

Even though it has barely been a week since the last time we were together, he grasps my waist as though he’s reminding himself of exactly how good I feel, and he tugs me to the very edge of the desk so he can move between my thighs, parting them with ease.

I wrap my legs around him, once again struck by how well we fit together. Every gap that forms in me, he seems perfectly capable of filling, and I wonder how it was that I didn’t see it for so long.

He kisses me, turning his head so his lips can meet mine, and caresses my bottom lip with his tongue for a moment as though savoring the taste of me. I can already feel his cock growing hard beneath his pants, and the sensation makes me whimper with excitement. He grins against my mouth, hand slipping up the inside of my leg.

“That’s it, Julia,” he tells me. “I want you to be loud for me, okay? Let me hear all of it.”

I gasp as he moves down to my throat, brushing his lips along my jaw and then down to my neck as if he wants to feast on every inch of me. My ankles tighten behind his back, and I remember the way he spoke to me back in the bathroom, when it was just the two of us, coming together again after we had been pulled apart. How he asked me to say his name, like it was some kind of incantation to conjure his lust for me.

“I want to feel you inside me, Antonio,” I murmur, and he lifts his head, eyes narrowing playfully. He slides his hand to the small of my back, pulling me roughly against him so he can show me just how much he wants me.

“Fuck, you know what that does to me,” he growls, grinding himself into me lewdly.

I love how blatant he is about his desire for me, how he sees no reason to hold back. He plays no games with his lust, never has, and now that we have cleared the air, I hope he never will again.

“Mhm,” I murmur back playfully, fluttering my lashes up at him as I play at innocence—he kisses me once more, this time biting down on my lower lip, as though reminding me once and for all who’s in control here.

“Say it again,” he orders me, hand working its way industriously beneath my skirt as he searches for my most sensitive spot.

“I want you inside of me, Antonio…”

He grunts as he thrusts his fingers past my panties, parting my folds like they belong to him. And in a way, they do. I am his wife, after all, and while I’ve never much been one to buy into those fantasies of an innocent woman handing herself over body and soul to a man just because his ring is on her finger, I have to admit, there’s a part of me that finds it seriously hot as part of our power play.

He rips off my panties like they have pissed him off personally and tosses them to the floor of his office. I reach down to graze my fingers over the front of his pants. I can feel the swell of his cock inside them, barely contained, and can already see, when he unzips them, a drop of precum staining the inside of his boxers. I love how much he wants me, how little point he sees to controlling it, and when he eventually lets his cock spring free, I bite my lip demonstratively, arching my back so I’m even closer to him.

“Let me feel you,” I plead with him, putting the edge of a whining tone to my voice to let him know just how damn serious I am right now.

He wraps his hand around his cock and stills for a moment, a grin licking up his lips. “Ask nicely.”

Oh, so that’s how he wants to play it, huh? I make him lose control when I say his name, and now he’s determined to take it back in any way he can. Wants me to beg for it and has no issue holding back until I give him what he wants.

I gaze up at him, so overcome with need that it’s almost difficult for me to think straight, and flick my tongue over my lips as I consider my answer.

“Please, fuck me, Antonio,” I murmur, the words tingling on my tongue as I come out with them.

I can see his eyes darkening with every syllable that passes my lips, and he rubs himself along the outside of my slit, coaxing me into giving him more. “Keep going.”

“Please, I need to feel you inside me,” I beg him. “I want to feel you. I need it, Antonio…”