Page 15 of Reckless Love

The hand on my hip slipped around to splay across the small of my back before drifting higher to settle between my shoulder blades. A second later, I felt the band of my bra loosen as Wick undid the back clasp.

Whimpering into his mouth, I arched my back, keeping the thin piece of lace between our chests until he reached between us to yank it away.

The moment my pebbled nipples met hard, hot skin, I dropped my head back with a throaty moan. Why did this feel so good?

Wick nipped and kissed along my jaw, one hand fisted in my hair while the other mapped the skin of my back. The calloused pads of his fingers traced the slope of each shoulder blade, tripped down every vertebrae.

Using the grip on my hair as leverage, Wick gave a sharp tug.

My eyes snapped open, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

“Lay down,” he commanded, releasing me and taking a step back as he waited for me to obey.

Like my limbs were somehow voice-activated, I dropped onto the bed and inched backward. I felt my cheeks heat as he devoured me with those obsidian orbs. The urge to cover myself was almost too much to ignore.

“Don’t.” Wick’s voice cracked through the room, his dark brows slamming down as he fixed me with a hard stare.

My mouth went dry. “I?—”

“Never hide yourself from me, wife,” he rasped, moving closer to the bed. He loomed over me, massive and imposing, making me feel so tiny in comparison.

I struggled to get enough air into my lungs as I looked around the room at the bright lights that would hide nothing from him. “Shouldn’t we turn off the lights?”

His warm chuckle was like melted chocolate, sinful and rich. “Why in the world would I want to miss a second of my stunning wife, spread out like my own personal feast?” His head tipped to the side. “You’re perfect, Alessia. An absolute vision. And I am one lucky bastard. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

His words ebbed away some of my worry, and I felt my muscles relaxing the longer he studied me.

His gaze raked across me like a caress, lingering on my breasts before dropping between my legs to the piece of fabric still covering my center. With a soft hum in the back of his throat, Wick trailed his fingertips up my thigh and across the scrap of satin. “Are you wet for me, wife?”

My legs parted, almost like I was daring him to find out for himself. The throbbing in my center intensified, and a small trickle of arousal seeped from my core.

Without waiting for my answer, Wick rubbed his knuckles against the damp patch on my panties. With a wolfish smile, he curled his fingers into the sides of the fabric and pulled it down my legs.

As soon as the panties were free from my ankles, I tried to close my legs, but Wick stepped closer still, his hips keeping my legs from shutting. I squirmed as his gaze zeroed in on my bare pussy.

Still staring at me, he lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. An approving rumble vibrated in his throat. “You smell even better than I imagined.”

My hands twisted around the soft comforter on the bed as I watched him watching me. Eyes wide as saucers, I didn’t miss the way his nostrils flared or the way his Adam’s apple worked in his throat. There was no denying the look of sheer lust saturating his gaze.

He dragged a single finger across my slit, and my traitorous thighs fell open even more in invitation.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmured.

Could I say that? “I don’t not want this,” I countered uncertainly.

The corner of his mouth hooked up. “Let’s see if we can do something about that.” He lowered to his knees by the bed and hooked his hands under my calves to drag me forward.

I squeaked as his nose bumped my pussy, but that was all the warning I got before he landed face-first between my legs. The first swipe of his tongue had my back arching off the bed. The second had my eyes rolling back in my head as I cried out.

Draping my legs over his shoulders, he spread me with his long fingers. “Fucking perfect,” he growled against my oversensitive flesh. “I’m going to eat you for every meal, wife.”

I forgot how to breathe when he sucked my clit between his lips. Something blunt pressed against my entrance, and I tensed at the foreign feeling.

“Relax,” he purred, his tongue lashing my clit until I was bucking into him and the finger poised at my entrance sank into me.

“Oh, god,” I whispered, my eyes shut tightly as my heart hammered a violent beat in my chest.

“Not god,” he countered with a dark chuckle, “just your husband.” He slowly pressed a second finger into me, and the stretch felt so delicious, I ignored the slight burn from the penetration.

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