Page 120 of In the Dark

I didn’t waste time with much foreplay. I couldn’t. I bit his ear and told him, “I want my husband’s cock.” And he groaned as he watched me untie my bikini bottom. His hands went to the top, and he effortlessly loosened the ties so that it fell from my body.

I loved that his head dropped to taste my breasts immediately, that he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it so I had to arch and give him better access.

He hadn’t even touched my center yet, but I knew I was dripping onto his black swim trunks. “Let me have you, Callahan. Give me you.”

“You want it, Viper?” he asked me like he could hear me say it again and again all day. But then he grabbed my hips and said, “Get up and turn around. Bend over that railing. Let’s see you face the ocean.”

I bit my lip and glanced around but figured we were pretty far from the coast already. And what did I care if someone saw me? This was our time, our honeymoon, our love for one another.

I bent over the metal railing and whipped my hair over my shoulder so I could look at him once.

He groaned and swore before he walked up to massage my thighs. Then my ass. Then his cock was right against it as he asked me, “Remember how you fought me in that water?”

His hand slid down to my calf and then up to the apex of my thighs, where he slid his finger over my arousal. I arched at feeling him against my sensitive walls. But then he moved my arousal up to my puckered ass.

He massaged the hole as he asked, “You wanted to be rid of me, huh?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“And what do you feel now when you’re with me? When your husband touches you like this?”

The pressure of his fingers was agonizingly slow as I rolled my hips back into him. He kept the pace, though, wanting an answer. “I feel good, Callahan. I feel like I want more. I feel like I need you.”

“Need me instead of need to get rid of me, huh?”

“Yes. Please.”

He chuckled. “Haven’t you learned yet, Mrs. Knight? I like to play with your pussy before I fuck it.” He slid two fingers into my cunt, but he built pressure with his thumb in my ass. And I lost it for him right there. I was wound up from waiting for him; my body was addicted to him.

I clenched around his fingers and cried out his name as I rode out my orgasm.

Callahan seemed to be just as into it as me, because he lowered his trunks and lined his cock up to thrust into me even before I could catch my breath.

I moaned a “yes,” and he pulled out to thrust in again, his length stretching me like I belonged to him.

Like I was his wife.

Like he knew how to make himself fit just right.

Like he belonged there, because my man did.

I met him thrust for thrust. Faster and faster as the ocean gleamed in the sunlight.

I cried out his name as his hand smacked my ass. “Say it again. Say I’m your husband while I take you over this railing, Jas. Scream.”

I did as I came undone, and he did too.

Fast. Raw. And completely unrestrained in the middle of the ocean.

We’d put our swimsuits back in place and were lying out on the deck.

I lifted my left hand, letting the ten-carat, princess-cut diamond catch the midday sun. The light fractured into a thousand blinding prisms, dancing across the white leather of the sun pad.

“This is grotesque,” I announced, feeling the heat of the sun sink into my skin.

“The boat or the ring?” Callahan’s voice was a low, honeyed rasp, his body next to mine on the teak deck. I held my hand out toward him, trying to catch the glare and blind him.

“This,” I said, wiggling my fingers.