Page 52 of Mercy in Betrayal

“I want you, wife,” I say honestly as I open each button of my shirt. Cool air touches my skin but I’m burning up, making it irrelevant.

“How badly?” She doesn’t meet my eyes but takes in my bare stomach as I shrug out of the shirt.

“Bad enough that I’m stripping under a waterfall while it snows, and you are fully clothed.”

She purses her lips to hold off a laugh.

I grip my belt. “How am I doing?” I ask as I open the buckle.

She swallows, and I know I need to be more convincing.

I clear the space between us and cover her mouth with mine. Her hand goes around my neck, her fingers tugging at my hair; the pain burns my scalp, but I ignore it and work on taking off her coat. I push it across her shoulders before throwing it over close to mine.

“Your other glove,” I say.

“I’m the one giving orders.” Rowan looks into my eyes, the statement half-whispered.

If she needs to believe that for a moment, I will grant her the fantasy. “Sure.”

Uncertainty flickers across her expression. I grip her face. “Don’t think; just feel.”

She frowns. “I think I want to be closer to the opening.”

I nod and release her, gathering our clothes. I return and take her hand, and we walk toward the opening of the tunnel. The noise of the falls increases, drowning out the thud of my heartbeat in my chest.

“Aren’t you cold?” Rowan shouts.

I grin. “I’m on fire, little bird.”

She fights a smile again and we stop before the spray of the cold water can reach us. I’m done playing games, and drag Rowan back to me. “Make as much noise as you like,” I tell her. “No one will hear you scream.” I consume her mouth with mine, my tongue slipping between her lips. I drop the bundle of clothes I’m holding so I can pull the remaining glove from her hand.

“I’m cold,” she complains.

“I’ll warm you,” I say between greedy kisses. Her hunger matches mine. The spray of the water reaches us; it’s like an afterthought, not enough to wet us, but if we stay here long enough, we will be soaked.

I finish opening my pants and reach in to palm my cock. A groan rips through me that has Rowan looking down. She bites her bottom lip.

“On your knees,” I say, and she follows me as I spread our jackets out. She’s shuffling out of her own pants and panties, but she keeps her top on.

“Like this?” She settles on the coat with her back to me, the falls spreading out before her.

I kneel behind her and press a kiss to her neck. Goosebumps rise along her thighs; I’m feeling the cold too, but it’s a turn-on—the bite of it against our warm flesh. I dip my hand under her top and pull her bra aside so I can tease her nipple between my fingers. I squeeze, and she sinks back closer to me, her bare ass rubbing against my erection.

With my other hand, I get my pants and boxers down to my knees, and once there are no barriers, I push two fingers into her wet pussy while still playing with her nipple.

“I want to hear your screams,” I shout at her over the roar of the waterfall. Her eyes are closed, ecstasy clear on her face.

I remove my fingers and push down on her shoulders, guiding her until she’s on all fours. I stare down at her for a moment, riveted by the sight before me. Her narrow back and small waist flares into a set of wide hips and rounded bottom, exquisite for this kind of fucking. She has the most beautiful ass—creamy white skin that will show my fingerprints to perfection.

My wife is stunning. Flawless in every way. We may have arrived at this marriage in an unusual way, but the first time I saw her, I knew—it was as though she was created for me.

I just have to convince her of it.

I run my palm across her ass softly, once…twice…before tracing a finger down the seam to dip it into the wetness between her legs. She pushes back against my hand, mewling softly.

I push my hand against the inside of her thighs, spreading them wide. Rising on one knee, I move in until my cock is right at her entrance. I push in fully, not taking it slowly, and am rewarded with a loud moan I hear over the roar of the water. I pull out and slam back in, and the resulting sounds are music to my ears. I fuck her hard and steady, and when her screams aren’t so loud, I drive in deeper and faster until she continues to make music. My fingers dig into her hips as I hold her still so I can drive myself into her.

She’s my wife, and she’s fucking perfect. I don’t slow, not even after we both have come. I keep pumping until she reaches back and taps my hand that still grips her hips. Only then do I stop.

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