Page 38 of His Wild Seduction

Rough hands rubbed over my shoulders and neck, my clavicle, my tits, my belly, ass, and thighs, all the way to my feet.

I moaned, his fingers massaging me felt so damn good. Closing my eyes, I felt him cup the oiled water into his palms and pour it over my skin. Warming my flesh and making me feel loose.

Then his lips were there. His kisses teased my skin. He tasted me with his tongue, made me feel good with his attentions. At the same time, I craved more.

Hell, I whimpered with need.

“Are you sore, Baby?” he asked.

“No,” I replied, the warm water already doing a good job of soothing my muscles.

“Good. I’ll never hurt you, Meredith. Believe me?”

I looked into his whiskey brown eyes and saw nothing but the truth there.

Our past was complicated, but when Josef said he wouldn’t hurt me, I nodded. He wouldn’t hurt me physically. I knew he wouldn’t. I believed him.

His hands spanned my waist. He let go with one hand so he could tug my face closer to his as he rocked my pussy along his hard length, not taking him inside, just coating him with my arousal.

Sparks of pleasure spiraled through my body, and I gasped. He pulled me down, and I closed my lips over his.

It was the first time I’d initiated a kiss, and I felt empowered by it. Kissing him was just so damn good.

His beard was surprisingly soft, and his lips were hard, but tender. He was a symphony of the senses.

His scent. His touch. His sounds.

The feel of his muted strength beneath my body as I clung to him, trusting him to take care of my needs, even if I didn’t trust him with my heart.

I didn’t want to go there. Not here. Not now.

This was about the physical.

Josef fucked like a god, and it had been way too long since I’d worshipped.

I wrapped myself around him like a redheaded anaconda.

He was everywhere. Everything. All at once.

Claiming my attention, I felt more attuned to him than I ever had to anyone else. His hand tightened on the back of my neck, and he started thrusting his pelvis in time with my hips.

When did I start moving on my own?

“I will never humiliate you or hurt you like this, Little Red. You’re my wife now. Sex between us is natural and it will always be mutually pleasurable or not at all. Do you understand? Tell me.”

“Yes. I understand.” I nodded.

“Then I will ask you again. Are you sore? Will it hurt if I fuck you again?”

“No, Josef. It won’t hurt,” I told him, even if it was not the whole truth.

I wasn’t sore now. I would be. He was so long and thick. Just sitting astride him was causing my muscles to strain. His thighs were just so big.

Everything about him was demanding and intense. So, no, I was not sore right then. But yeah, if I was lucky, I would be sore later. After Josef fucked me like only he could.

But it was an ache I craved. A soreness I wanted. I licked my lips, my gaze locked on his smoldering whiskey colored irises.

“Good Girl. Now, lift. That’s it. Grab my cock, Wife, and put it inside of you.”

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