Page 69 of His Wild Attraction

“What am I then?” she whispered the question.

“You are a fucking she-wolf. My Lupina. And I'm gonna keep telling you that until you believe it. Until you toss that gorgeous head back and howl like the motherfucking badass mama wolf I know you are. Hear me?”

“Yes, Andres,” she said, eyes wide.

“Good. Now, you want to know why I married you? If I really want you? Gimme your hand,” I growled, taking it before she could offer it and placing it over my rock hard length.

“Feel that? That’s all for you, Angel.”

“Andres,” she whimpered, then swallowed.

Images of her throat working to suck down my length filled me, making my pants even tighter.

Fuck. Me.

“Any minute now Sammy could come running in here, otherwise I’d have you bent over with my cock buried in that hot pussy, showing you how much I want you. But I’ll do that later,” I murmured, letting go of her hand.

But she kept it right fucking there.

Right. Fucking. There. On my dick.

Her small palm stroked my cock over my suit pants, and if I wasn’t used to practicing my iron fucking will whenever I was around her, I’d have come inside my boxers like some horny kid.

“Anytime I do something to make you doubt me, or yourself, you tell me right away, Wife. Promise me.”

“I don’t doubt you, Andres.”

“Promise me,” I repeated, groaning as she gripped me harder.

“Okay. Yes, I promise,” she whispered.

“Good Girl,” I grunted, pressing my mouth to hers and taking her hand off my dick.

I wanted to punch myself in the face for doing that, but I was seconds from blowing.

“We’ll finish that later,” I promised.

“O-okay. And I’m sorry, too. I was just, well, the girls were talking, and they know more about you than I do. And it made me feel bad. I mean, Adrik and Marat are your cousins and you told them at the wedding, but I wondered when you were going to tell me, and I felt bad,” she said.

“I didn’t mean to not tell you, and I feel like shit for making you feel bad,” I told her, going for the truth.

Ellie shook her head, as if to stop me from apologizing. I wasn’t about to tell her I loved her. Not yet. But I needed to give her something.

I cupped her cheeks in my hand and waited for her soft hazel eyes to meet mine.

“Try to understand, Wife, when I’m with you, it’s all I can do to remember to breathe.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ANDRES

“What?” she asked, her gorgeous eyes blinking up at me.

“Mommy! When is dinner?” Sammy called, his little feet making slapping noises on the hardwood floor.

“In a few minutes, Sweetie,” she called out, her gaze still locked on mine. “Andres, you don’t have to say things like that,” she said, her small hands touching my sides.

Fuck.

I loved having her hands on me.

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