Page 109 of Bleed with Me

“No, you can’t,” I sang into his ear. “You won’t say another woman’s name ever, Dorian.” I cupped his chin, forcing our eyes to meet. “You’re mine.”

“What?” a hushed word left him, his eyes wide.

Focusing on his smooth, delicious skin and his manly scent combined with an addictive cologne, I licked my way down his abdomen to his belt. His words broke off mid-sentence again as he tried to give instructions.

Swiftly, I removed everything in my path, freeing his thick, long cock. My palm wrapped around its base, my ears relishing Dorian’s wavering voice.

“Fuck!” he groaned when I took him deep into my mouth. “Call… Dr. Wright! I have to go!”

The phone slammed against the couch, and I released his dick with a pop. A huge, wicked grin split my face as he stared at me in disbelief.

“You’re the devil.” He shook his head, his eyes rolling back in his skull as I resumed my work. I gagged on his cock, taking him deeper with each thrust.

“Beautiful devil,” he praised breathlessly. “Oh, fuck, Nina, you’re the best.”

My name on his lips served like dynamite for my own pleasure. A shiver ran up my spine, my pussy clenching with need for him. Hastily, I released him and sat on his lap. I connected our lips in a passionate kiss, directing his cock into my body.

“Oh, God!” A guttural moan flew from my throat, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as I bounced on his dick. But Dorian grasped my hips with a bruising force, stopping me so abruptly I gasped.

“What the—”

“Dorian,” he growled, his clouded eyes piercing my soul with ferocious intensity. “You’re my wife. You scream my name, not some fucking God!”

My mouth fell open in surprise, and an unspeakable happiness enveloped me.

My wife.

He said, my wife.

Dorian lifted me slightly and thrust into me almost painfully. I cried out, unable to tear my gaze from him.

“Say it,” he commanded. “Say my name.”

“Dorian,” I moaned, my nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck, yes, Dorian!”

His lips crushed against mine in a rough, possessive kiss. My whole body shook from the rush of feelings and an incoming orgasm. I didn’t know what to focus on first: his hands clutching my ass and lifting me up and down his cock, his tongue and lips dominating my mouth, or the familiar pressure building in my lower abdomen that pulled everything toward a breaking point.

“Oh, my…”

My head tilted back when the bomb detonated inside me, unraveling me until every nerve felt lit alive under my skin. Relief overwhelmed me, stars dancing before my eyes as my loud moans echoed through the space. Dorian followed me almost instantly, his deep, delicious groans ringing in my ears while my own climax slowly faded away.

“Bloody fuck, woman,” he mumbled against my neck, wrapping his arms tightly around me. My face pressed against his chest, the erratic beats of his heart pulling a smile from me.

“Don’t die, old man,” I teased, moving just an inch higher to see into his clouded eyes.

“Old man?” He raised a challenging brow, and before I could react, I was on my stomach, hands pinned behind my back, pressed against the couch.

“Wanna repeat that, ma vilaine?”

“Not bad for a retiree.” I stuck my tongue out at him, but instantly squeaked in surprise when his large palm collided with my ass.

“Did you just spank me?” I yelled in shock, my eyes probably wide as saucers.

“Yes,” he drawled, kneading my ass cheek. “And I’ll do it again.” Slap. “And again.” Another slap. “And again, until you learn manners toward your husband.”

“You asshole!” I shouted, wriggling to slip his hold, but his fingers clamped around my wrists like iron clamps.

“Not, not right, baby.” His hand connected with my cheek once more, making me moan. I hid my face in the cushion from pure embarrassment, shocked by my reaction. I was the dominant one. I spanked, whipped, pegged, and made men beg for mercy. What the hell?