Page 79 of Ruthless Enforcer

I hiss, tipping my head to the side. “More.”

She bites down harder, and I feel the sharp edge of her teeth against my throat. "I want you to make me come while you're inside me. I want to feel you everywhere."

"Fuck, Clara." My cock pulses hard, wanting to take her, but I hold back—barely. "You feel that? That's what you do to me. You make me want to take my time and lose control at the same time."

"I know which one I vote for." She nuzzles under my jaw.

Chuckling darkly, I thrust into her faster. "Tell me, Duchess. Tell me what happens next. Do I lose control? Do you? Are you going to scream my name?"

Moaning, her fingers grip my hair. “No, I’m going to scream husband.”

Fuck me. My hips stutter for a second, thrown off. I take a breath, find it again, then settle into a deeper, harder rhythm. "I'm going to make you come so hard you forget every rule you've ever learned about staying composed, wife."

“Yes, please.” This time she chuckles, soft and seductive. Her hips circle on me as I slide our fingers down one more time, letting her feel where my cock is stretching her open, then bring them back to her clit, slick and perfect.

"You're so wet for me, Duchess.” I kiss her shoulder and then take her mouth. I lift my head and look in her beautiful eyes. "Say it when you come. I want to hear it."

I pinch her nipple and her clit at the same time, and she jerks in my arms, her body clenching around me so tight I have to lock my jaw to keep from following her over.

“Gabriel,” she cries out, pulling my hair, her eyes wild, staring into mine. “Husband.”

“Mine,” I say, kissing her hard enough to make the word feel less like a claim and more like a vow. I hold her there, feeling her coming, our joined hands still working her clit to draw out every last tremor until she's shaking, gasping, and completely undone.

When she finally goes limp against me, I'm still hard, still fighting for control. I press a kiss to her shoulder. “I like playing horsey.”

She snorted breathlessly.

I start moving again, slow and careful. "It’s time for the stallion to get his.”

She snorts again.

“Fortunately, the mare will get hers too.” I caress her breasts, teasing her nipples. "I just like watching you lose control, Duchess. It's my new favorite thing."

She moans, her head falling back. "Gabriel."

"You want me to stop?"

"No." She rolls her hips, taking me deeper. "I want you to come."

I groan, already moving faster. "You want to feel me come inside you?"

"Yes." She moves with me, her back pressed to my chest, my hands guiding her hips, and when she starts to tighten around me again—softer this time, slower, deeper—I finally let myself go.

I come buried inside her, my face pressed to her shoulder, her name a rough prayer against her skin.

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GABRIEL

Hendricks

Turner surfaced.

Helena Union Club. Last night.

Alone?

Hendricks