Page 74 of Sinful Bride

Her mouth wraps me up in that wet, velvety heat and I damn near crush the chair’s arms in my grip.

“You’re grabbing the wrong thing,” Daphne gasps between sucks. “You’re supposed to pull on my hair instead.”

Fucking hell.

If she’s not careful, I’m going to shoot my load straight down her throat. This woman has me on the edge and I’m losing my goddamn mind.

Per her request, I tangle my fingers in her hair and relish the moans that make her lips and tongue vibrate on my cock. She wants me to grab her? Fine. I’ll fucking grab her.

I guide her head up and down my shaft at the pace I want. I roll my head back when she sucks me even harder. Uses that wicked tongue to work magic along every inch.

Daphne pulls herself off right when I swear I’m about to bust. “Not yet, baby,” she teases. “We have so far yet to go.”

I want to argue. I’m going to.

But then I see her shimmy off her pants and panties and I change my mind.

She climbs back on top of me. Kisses me hard. Straddles my hips. And, without so much as a please, seats herself balls deep on my dick.

“You’re mine.” She leans down to kiss and suck on the other side of my neck. “All mine. Only mine.”

“All yours, baby.” I smooth a hand up her back. “Only yours. Fuck. Just like that… goddamn…”

I’m used to stealing the breath from her lungs.

This time, the tables are turned.

She’s the one making me gasp for air. She’s the one making me forget everything and anything but her.

“Daphne…”

I feel her ripple and shudder around me. Her breath catches as she buries her face in my neck and sinks her teeth in to mark me as she comes apart.

“I’m gonna…” I try to warn her. I promised I’d be careful, but she’s the one calling the shots.

Which doesn’t help me hold back.

“Do it.” Daphne pants and groans her command in my ear. “Give it to me. Come in me. I want it.”

The sensation is indescribable. Every inch of me shatters for every inch of her. I’m flowing into her and falling apart around her.

Words escape me. All I can think, all I can feel, is that she is the most perfect woman—the most perfect wife—for me.

I hope Smithson, rotting in his squad car somewhere out in the darkness beyond the shop walls, knows he’ll never, ever take this from me.

29

DAPHNE

I can’t help but laugh at the mountain of gift bags greeting me at my own door. “Are you starting a whole department store here, or something?”

“I found sales!” Sofi stumbles inside with the bags. “I grabbed the zero-to-three months size. Will that work?”

“She’s growing, that’s for sure. Doctor says she’s finally at her ideal percentile for weight.”

“She’s got her uncle’s stomach!” Mak grins at me over his own stack of packages as the elevator doors close behind him. I reach out to help him balance them on the way into the penthouse, but he dodges me and instead plants a kiss on my cheek. “And her auntie’s attitude.”

Sofi scowls as she drops the bags in the nursery. “You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

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