Page 54 of These Deadly Vows

There’s this determined energy radiating from him that has me wanting him to. To put his baby in my womb and for him to truly love me.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, and I lose what control I had left. Hearing him call me baby is so much more intimate than the pet name princess. There’s a different tone in his voice. Almost pained. “I could do this all night.”

“What’s that?”

“Be inside you.” He kisses me while I die a little on the inside, at the best compliment he could have given me. With those words, I know this isn’t a game for him. He means what he says.

His movements slow, and he demands my eyes be on his. “Do you feel it?”

My heartbeat flutters a million miles a minute like the wings of a hummingbird. His hands and mouth are all over me at once and then he starts to move with an unmatched ferocity.

My head knocks against the headboard as it bangs the wall.

“Yes, Ghost. Yes.”

“When we’re in this bed and it’s you and me. It’s Lorenzo.”

I nod and yeah, I totally feel it and him. There’s been a shift in my relationship with my husband and we’re so good we’re better than good. I think this is what they call the honeymoon stage.

“No games, Adeline. I’m giving you real. Don’t fuck me over.”

“I promise, Lorenzo.”

“Good girl. Now roll over.”

He positions me face down and bottom up. His rough hands grip my hips, and he slams into me from behind to finish what he started. Sweat beads form, dripping down my bowed back as I take each deep brutal thrust.

My husband pounds into me relentlessly, chasing his release as mine climbs higher and higher.

His warmth flows into me and he holds me in position, refusing to pull out until every drop is spilled and even then, he continues to fuck me, to force another orgasm on me.

I’m a blubbering mess by the time he’s through, practically speaking in tongues.

And when I think it’s over and he’s pulled out, laying next to me, he comes back at me with his fingers, making sure his come doesn’t leak out.

I want to confess that his efforts are futile, but I can’t.

Doing so would break not only my heart, but possibly his.

“Mornin’,” Axe calls out as I enter the kitchen.

“Hey.” I woodenly make my way to the coffeepot and grab a mug from the cabinet.

“Why are you walking like someone shoved a corn cob up your ass?”

“Long night.”

“Must have been since it’s nearly noon.” He grins over the brim of his cup. “Get yourself together. I get the honor of taking you shopping.”

“What for?”

“Rooftop barbeque. Ghost left his credit card and a list.” He taps a piece of paper with a black card.

“Where is he?”

“Meeting.”

“With who?”

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