Page 89 of His Wild Seduction

The idea of anyone else seeing or hearing my sexy as fuck wife in the throes of passion made me positively homicidal.

No one got to hear her moans or see her body, ever. No one but me.

She’s mine.

But I needed her to know that. I needed her to understand how much mine she really was.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her so damn fully, branding her with my lips, so all she could see, hear, feel, breathe, and taste was me.

I wanted to consume her. To carry her around inside of me forever.

She was in my blood.

My Little Red.

She was the beating of my heart. My rhyme, my reason, my whole fucking life. I’d do anything, give anything just to keep her.

This woman owned me.

Me.

Josef Aziz.

The Big Bad Wolf.

Killer of men.

Black-hearted monster living in the shadows.

But maybe I wasn’t only that. Not anymore.

Maybe, with Meredith, I could be something else. I could be more than I was. More than the shadowy boogeyman.

With her, my life wasn’t so cold and dark. With her, I wasn’t alone.

Meredith was the sun in my sky. She brought color back into my life. And warmth.

So much fucking warmth.

I needed her like I needed air. Like the earth needed the rain and the sun.

She was necessary to me. To my existence.

All those years apart, I’d been missing her. But no more.

I’ll never let her go again.

“Um, are you coming back to the party?”

I could hear Marat’s smirk, and my chest rumbled with aggravation.

Not wanting to move away from her soft body or her cocoa scented kisses just yet, I leaned my forehead against hers, pleased she looked as flushed as I felt.

“We’ll be right there,” I told him.

“Alright, I look forward to meeting you formally, Mrs. Aziz.”

Marat walked away, but I could hear him stop by the nursing suite to get Destiny, assuming their nanny took over watching baby Lucy after she was fed.

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