Page 62 of Isle of Beauty

“You did so well. So good for your husband.”

Despite the two orgasms, Lana’s far from done. If anything, I just unleashed her. She’s ferocious in her kiss but I want her more desperate, as unhinged as I am, ready to tear my clothes and take what she wants for me. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to her.

“You’re wearing too much clothing. Get rid of it.”

She helps me to remove my shirt and tug down my slacks and boxers with frantic movements. We’re not graceful or careful anymore, just hungry for each other.

After we’ve shed every piece of clothing I wear, I settle against the headboard and position her legs on each side of my thighs again. She doesn’t wait a single second before rolling her hips on my hard length desperately. “That’s it, baby. Make a mess of me.”

Moving back and forth on my shaft, she coats it with her arousal until it drips down to my balls and the sheets underneath, working herself to another orgasm but I stop her with a slap to her perfect ass, my hands coming up to bracket her throat in a possessive hold.

“The next time you come is on my cock, mo cara, and not a second before.”

My cock is throbbing with the need to be inside her. She lifts herself up and sinks down on my cock in one motion that makes us moan in perfect unison. I throw my head back on a ragged exhale. My skin feels too tight. Or maybe it’s my heart.

She rises up on her knees again until the tip of my cock is the only thing left inside her then drops hard again. My soul fucking leaves my body. I moan loud in her ear and she bites my neck on a whimper.

She fucking loves it when I’m loud.

I grip her hips and give her needy clit the friction it needs on my pelvis. Her breasts bounce in front of my face, her nipples a temptation I can’t resist and I take one into my mouth, biting on it. I’m rewarded with the sexiest noises from my little wife on top of me, chasing her release.

“More,” she breathes, eyes closed in pleasure.

“Look at me when I fuck you,” I command and clutch her hips in my hands, rolling them faster. She’s so wet, the sounds are obscene and I want it to be the soundtrack of our life together.

Our eyes meet and I drown in the green ocean. Her pupils are blown but underneath the lust and the heat, I can read the vulnerability and everything we haven’t said to each other. She’s trusting me with everything she is. She already gave me her violence, now she’s giving me her softness. It’s hitting me in the chest. I burn to be what she needs, to be her partner, her lover, her husband. What we’re sharing is more than sex and I’m ready for it.

Her pussy flutters around me and we’re coming together, eyes locked on each other, lips parted, sharing breath and so much more. I lick her lips, swallow her sounds and fill her up with my cum on a guttural growl, claiming her even more than I already have.

Time stops.

Our orgasm recedes slowly, leaving me bare in Lana’s arms. When she slumps on my chest, I band my arms around her and vow to myself again to never let her go. We stay entwined for a long moment, until the mess of our release gets cold on our thighs.

I walk to the adjacent bathroom to get a washcloth on unsteady legs.

When I come back to the bedroom, she’s sitting on the bed, leaning back on her hands to avoid laying on her injured back.

“Show me,” I ask and she opens her legs with a smirk. Seeing our combined cum drip out of her has my cock jerking awake again, ready to fill her up as much as I can until she's never rid of me inside her. I march to her and delicately push it back into her, then lick my finger clean.

“Taste how good we are together.” The taste of us lingers on my tongue before I slide it in her mouth in a filthy kiss. Her whimper is all I need to know she loves it as much as I do.

After cleaning her up, I arrange her body on top of mine. “Doctor’s orders.”

She scoffs but doesn’t push me away and I get the best night of sleep I’ve had in three years.

TWENTY-FIVE

LANA

DIGGING UP BODIES IS THE BEST PROOF OF LOVE

“What about this one?” Marie asks, showing me a horrendous cream gown with long satined sleeves and a train that would probably cover the entire garden of our father’s house.

“Hard pass, love. I know we moved the ceremony to October but I’m not looking like a nun for my wedding.”

She rolls her eyes but disappears again in the showroom. Every woman in my life is looking for the perfect dress for what will be an autumn wedding. I can’t say I’m mad about it. It gives me more time to get to know Pierce better.

My recovery is a lot slower than I hoped it would be but he’s been there every single step of the way and something has shifted between us. The clouds that permanently roam under his hazel eyes don’t seem to be there because of me anymore. His touch is still rough but his words are tender and measured. Every night, he comes back to my apartment to prepare our meals, when Mammona doesn’t insist on doing it herself, then tells me how the investigation to find who attacked the warehouse is going.

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