Page 8 of Rekindling Desire

Her essence shimmered in the bright illumination, and her sweet aroma filled my senses. I pushed a finger between her folds. As the room echoed with her gasp, a smile curled my lips. “I love how wet you are.”

Positioning her feet farther apart, I tugged her hips toward me, my tongue delving where my finger had just been.

“Oooh,” she shrieked.

As I stood, I peppered her ass, back, and neck with kisses. Meeting her gaze in the reflection, I said, “I remember the way you liked this—stealing away for a quick fuck.”

Her neck straightened as she inhaled, and yet there wasn’t a syllable of protest.

Unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper, I scanned from Ella’s sock-covered feet to her mussed hair. Her body was perfection like no other. Kicking her feet even farther apart, I pressed her spine, lowering her torso to the sink and lined up the head of my cock with her pussy.

Yes, I wanted this, the complete control, yet I wasn’t a monster. Ella would enjoy this as much as I did. One raw, animalistic thrust buried me deep inside her warm, wet cunt.

“Fuck,” I growled as she called out my name.

Her pussy clamped down like a vise around me.

The last few hours disappeared as I thrust in and out.

This ritual was more than sex. It was an exorcism of the last two years. Each prod was an eraser, expunging our time apart. The fastness and fury of my fucking was Ella’s punishment for leaving me. My cock glistened with her juices as I watched each time I pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, her pussy swallowing me whole.

Our bodies covered with perspiration and audibly slapped together as I pounded, her hips banging against the sink’s edge. As I reached around and rolled her clit, her body shuddered, signaling the end to the punishment.

We both reaped the reward of our reunion.

In the reflection I beheld the beauty of her bliss. The way Ella’s orgasm drew her lips to a bow while her core continued convulsing and her body trembling. A few more thrusts as my fingers blanched with the pressure I was applying to her hips and the world around us exploded.

No longer in a hospital bathroom, we were floating in the bliss of the tropical Florida sky. The star-covered darkness filled with fireworks. Detonation after detonation flashed behind my eyelids as my balls tightened and my cock throbbed.

With my heart beating in double time, I leaned over Ella and peppered her shoulder and neck with more kisses. “I’ve missed this.”

Her blue gaze met mine in the mirror. “You forgot a condom again.”

Disconnecting our union, I pushed my erection back into my jeans, and reaching for her shoulders, I stood her up and spun her toward me. My cheeks rose in a lopsided grin. “Don’t clean yourself. While I’m dealing with life out there, I want to think of my come on your thighs.”

Ella shook her head. “I’ve married a monster.”

Her quick response made my grin grow. “A monster wouldn’t have let you come.”

She lifted her fingers to my cheek. “Then what are you, Damien Sinclair?”

“Your husband. You agreed to obey me.”

“I don’t recall that line from the ceremony.”

“Oh, it was there.” I crouched down and lifted her lace panties from the floor.

Ella sighed. “I’m glad I’m wearing jeans.”

Something akin to a savage possessiveness came over me as I scanned Ella’s nearly naked form from her hair to her toes. “No jeans currently, and you’re fucking gorgeous. Do you know what else you are?” Before she could respond, I said, “Mine.” Lifting the crotch of her panties to my nose, I inhaled her sweet scent. “They’re already wet. Now they’ll have the combination of the two of us.” I handed her the panties.

“You’re a lot to handle, Damien.”

Securing her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I focused on her satiated blue orbs. “You are the only one who can handle me. Physically, we fit together perfectly. Emotionally, you’re my soulmate. You are now Mrs. Sinclair. There’s no turning back.”

“I think I meant it,” she said as she situated her pert breasts into her bra, pulled her panties into place, and then eased her blue jeans up her legs. After pulling her shirt over her head and tucking it into the waist of her jeans, Ella looked at me. “Five months, Mr. Sinclair. That’s how long you have to remind me why I want to stay with you. Rekindle.”

I thought about the inscription. “Sweetheart, if what we just did was rekindling, in five months, we’ll burn this place to the ground.”

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