Page 65 of He Will Come for Me

He groans, but he doesn’t stop me as I explore him. I grip him the best I can through his briefs and rub him. “Take them off,” he demands. My eyes flick to his and he arches an eyebrow. Will I do it? I lean up, grip his briefs, and push them down. They don’t get far because of the way he’s kneeling on the bed, but it reveals his cock.

I knew he was large. I remember how it felt, but seeing it is a different experience altogether. He climbs off the bed and pushes them the rest of the way off before grabbing a condom off the nightstand and putting it on. I lick my lips as he crawls toward me, settling between my thighs.

“You ready?” he asks as he rubs the head of his cock through my pussy lips. I suck in a breath and arch against him. I clutch his biceps and nod. “I need to hear you say the words, love.”

I swallow, trying to wet my dry throat. “I’m ready.” He guides the tip of his cock to my entrance and enters me. The stretch feels so good. My nails make divots in his biceps, but he doesn’t seem to care as his hips meet mine.

He brings his forehead to mine. “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips before sucking my bottom lip between his. He pulls out until his tip is barely inside me, then thrusts inside. I rake my nails down his back and he groans.

“Fuck, yes. Mark me all up, love.” He lifts my hips slightly, adjusting the angle so he hits all the sensitive spots inside me. Icling to him as he thrusts at a leisurely pace, making the build up slow, but so good.

“Nix,” I whimper. He stops when he’s completely sheathed inside me, rocking slightly, but every time he does, it’s rubbing against the spot deep inside me that makes me want to implode. “Please,” I beg, but I’m not sure what I’m begging for.

“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he growls. He leans up on his shins, pulling me so I’m almost in his lap, but my back is still on the mattress. He begins to thrust harder and faster. His hands wrap around my hips as he pulls me into him over and over. “Touch yourself, love.”

My eyes widen. I can’t do that. “Come on,” he encourages. I slowly trail my hand down my abdomen as he continues to thrust. I gingerly touch my clit and I suck in a breath. “That’s right, love.” At his encouragement, I circle my clit with my middle finger.

Crying out at the added pleasure. I want to close my eyes, but he told me earlier to keep my eyes on him. So, we stare deep into each other’s eyes, making the connection even more intense. His eyes are filled with lust, desire, and something else I’m not sure of. What can he see when he looks at me?

Can he see how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted him? How I used to daydream about him being my husband one day? His pace picks up and I cry out as my muscles begin to contract. Another thrust and swipe of my finger makes me explode. I suck in breath after breath as I ride out my orgasm. He continues to thrust, chasing his own orgasm.

He groans long and hard as he thrusts one more time. Phoenix rocks into me slightly as his orgasm takes over every muscle in his body. He’s beautiful. He leans over me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me so I’m straddling his lap. I wrap my legs and arms around him, basking in the glow of what we just did.

It felt like more than just sex to me, but I’m not sure if it’s the same for him. My rings catch my eye and I swallow. Will this ever be more? Can it be?

Chapter 30

Three Months After Auction

Three Years Prior

The next month isn’t as perfect as I had hoped after Phoenix said he’d make it good for me. He’s rarely home, but when he is, he does eat dinner with me. But he hasn’t tried to touch me since the day after our wedding. I think back to that night as I watch Phillip prepare breakfast. I want to ask him if I can help, but I still don’t know my place here.

“It’s time to wake up, Mrs. Stone.” I try to hide my smile and pretend like I’m still asleep. He’s on his side and his chest is pressing into my side. He runs his nose along my jaw before tracing the same path with his tongue.

I’m fighting a losing battle trying to keep my breathing even. “I know you’re awake, love.” He nips at my chin before covering mymouth with his. I give up all pretense and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders as he climbs on top of me and deepens the kiss.

My breath hitches as he rocks his hard cock against me. I can’t believe I’m married to this man.

I sigh at the memory. I had hoped so much that’s how he would be from now on, but it hasn’t been. Being married to him is an emotional rollercoaster. I never know which Phoenix I’m going to get. Awareness skates over my skin. I turn and see Phoenix standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes on me. I stand and walk to him, surprised to see him. He was gone when I woke up this morning. I expected him to be out on business.

“Hi,” I greet him. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his chest. My heart lurches at the embrace.

He kisses the top of my head. “Hi, love.” Tears spring to my eyes, but I shut it down. I still refuse to cry. I wrap my arm around his waist, needing the physical touch.

“Phillip, how long before breakfast is ready?” Phoenix asks.

“Around thirty minutes.”

Phoenix pulls back and intertwines our fingers.“Come with me.” I follow him as he leads me upstairs to our bedroom. I stop at the sight of a large box on the bed.

“What’s that?” Unease skates down my spine when Phoenix doesn’t answer right away. “Phoenix?”

He exhales. “It’s a dress.”

Inhaling sharply, I continue to stare at the box.“I don’t like it when you buy me dresses,” I say.

“You’re going to look beautiful in it,” he says like that’s supposed to bring comfort.

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