Page 106 of His Wild Attraction

It was like a weight had been lifted off my chest. A veil had been torn from my eyes, and I could finally see what was right in front of me.

Her. Only her.

Ellie sighed, lifting herself up onto her tippy toes. She crushed my mouth with hers, and I moaned when I felt her tongue slide in.

“Get on the bed, Husband,” she commanded.

I couldn’t even form words to tell her I would.

Instead, I just picked her up, cupping my hands on her ass and trying not to stumble when she wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her hot core to my front.

“Fuck,” I growled, barely making it across the bedroom floor.

Both of us were panting, moaning, desperate for more. I kicked off my pants, stepping out of them without missing a beat.

This frenzied collision of need and want was like nothing I ever felt.

I was beyond attracted. I was fucking obsessed. Wildly, completely, and irrevocably committed to this woman.

“What do you need, Angel?”

“You,” she said, licking into my mouth and tugging my bottom lip with her teeth.

I groaned as Ellie moved to her knees on the mattress. I was still standing, so she was at just the right height to tug my briefs down my thighs.

“Andres, I need it,” Ellie whimpered.

I growled and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and pulling it off her perfect tits.

Kneeling on the bed in just her panties, her cheeks flushed and her hazel eyes half-closed with desire. Ellie closed her hand around my cock, her lips parted on a gasp and I fucking ached for her.

She looked like a wet dream come to life.

Fuck.

“Goddamn. Let me taste those tits, Angel. Fuck. Give ‘em here,” I growled.

I lifted her breasts in my hands, testing their weight and loving the feel of them. They were the perfect size. Her pink puckered nipples were just begging me to taste them.

Groaning, I bent my head and sucked one, then the other, into my mouth. Ellie moaned my name, tugging on my hair.

So fucking good.

“Please,” she begged.

I pulled back, allowing her sweet cherry-tipped nipple to pop free from the warm suction of my mouth.

“You want more, Wife? Tell me.”

“I want more, Andres. Please.”

I placed my hand in the center of her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. Her knees were still bent, and I slid them out from under her until they were straight, rubbing my hand over her covered mound, her hips, her thighs, her calves.

Every inch of this woman was made for me.

She was something to worship.

Something to covet and cherish.

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