Page 60 of The Unwanted Wife

She swallows, opens her mouth, but no words come out.

I cup her cheek. "Not continuing until you reply, Starling."

She blinks, then nods. "I swear, I can feel you in my throat."

I half smile. "That’s flattering baby, but my question was, does it feel good for you?"

"It feels like"—she looks between my eyes—"I’m yours."

My heart feels like it’s going to burst through my ribcage. A sensation of floating on thin air fills me, and I haven’t even orgasmed. This… This is how I knew it would be with her. This is why I stayed away from her. This is why, now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’ll never be able to give her up. "I’m going to make love to you."

I pull back again, and still holding her gaze, I kick my hips forward and slide into her, all the way, until I can’t fit further. I brush up against the wall of her cervix, and a low groan emerges from her.

"You like that?"

She nods, her green eyes filled with lust. It makes me feel so fucking good that I’m pleasuring her. I reach up and loosen the belt on her wrists. When her hands are free, she wraps them about my neck and pulls me close. I gaze deeply into her eyes, our breaths mingling, and begin to fuck her in earnest. The next time I thrust into her, her entire body jolts. The bed squeaks, and the headboard crashes into the wall. I push into her again, angling my hips so I sink even deeper. At the same time, I curve my finger inside her back channel.

"Nate," she cries out, and her body jolts again. Her pupils are so dilated, I can see myself reflected in the sheet of black.

I plunge into her one last time, and when she arches her back and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, I growl, "Come with me."

33

Skylar

I’m still looking into his eyes when I shatter. The orgasm sweeps through me, carries me to a place far away, and my entire body seems to catch fire. The vibrations seize me, and moisture bathes my core. My thighs tremble, and I clutch at the only thing solid in this world—him. He continues to fuck me, putting his entire self behind it.

Nathan fucks like he lives his life. With one-hundred percent intensity. He gives all of himself, and it’s as if he’s consuming me. As if he’s infusing his very soul into me, and with a groan, he empties himself inside of me. He holds my gaze for a few seconds more. Long enough for me to see the pain-pleasure of his climax in his eyes. Then he presses his head into the side of my neck, and for a few seconds, rests the weight of his body on mine. His heart thunders against mine.

The heat from him envelops me in a cauldron of future dreams. A life together. Getting up with him by my side. Opening my heart to him. Falling asleep to him throbbing inside me. Hearing his words, seeing him smile, taking in that freakin’ sexy smirk of his, trailing my fingers over the veins on his arm, seeing the tendons on his neck pop when he’s angry, his smooth gait which reminds me of a predator, his heart, which is as squishy as that of a teddy bear—I want all of this and more.

I want a future with him. I didn’t realize how much until this moment, when every inch of my body is covered with his. Looking into his eyes while making love is the most intimate experience of my life. Nothing can top this. Nothing can make me feel this treasured, this wanted, this sexy, this desirable. This everything. The rush of emotions brings tears to my eyes. I swallow them away, but that slight movement makes him lift his face and search my features.

"You okay?"

I shake my head.

He frowns. "Did I?—"

"Hurt me? Yes, but in a good way."

He frowns, then pulls out of me. I wince. His frown deepens. He sits back on his heels, and when he glances down, I follow his gaze to where blood streaks the condom.

"Oh." I blink. I didn’t think I would bleed. It didn’t hurt that much.

I glance up to find his jaw tic. His face is set in a harsh line. He shoves off the bed and puts distance between us.

I frown. "Nate, are you okay?"

He runs his fingers through his hair, a tortured expression on his face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t gentler with you, Starling.” He stares at my pussy, and I should be embarrassed, but really, I’m too preoccupied by the emotions flitting across his face. I’ve never seen him this disturbed. This… Slightly horrified. I once thought the man was unfeeling, but watching his reaction, I could laugh at how wrong I was.

“I thought I could contain myself. When I’ve already waited so long to be inside of you, I should have been able to wait another few minutes, but the feel of your melting pussy milking my cock was more than I could bear. Suddenly, all I could think of was fucking you?—"

"I wanted you to fuck me.”

His jaw hardens. “—and taking my pleasure from your body.”

“I got a lot of pleasure from it, too,” I counter. “I came... hard, and only you could wring that kind of reaction from my body.”

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