Page 30 of Steamy Ever After

Grasping her braid, he tipped her head back and kissed along her jaw to her ear. “I love you, baby,” he whispered before nipping her lobe. A shiver coursed through her.

“I love you, too, Landon. S-so much.”

She started to cry again, but he didn’t want any more tears. He licked and nuzzled his way down to her breasts, drawing one taut nipple into his mouth and flicking it. Clarissa’s sobs morphed into a low moan as she thrust her chest forward.

Landon sucked and nibbled on the stiff peak before moving over to give the other one the same attention. Clarissa’s hips undulated, bringing her pelvis into contact with his groin. Unable to stand the restraint of his pants any longer, he reached down and released himself.

His mouth found hers again as he tilted her to the side and laid her flat on the bed. He then quickly stood and stripped, wanting to rejoin her as fast as possible. Once naked, he leaned over her, resting one hand beside her hip and the other above her head. His throat tightened as he stared at her, and his eyes welled up. “You’re so beautiful. More now than ever. I—God, there were so many times I thought we’d never be together again. But I didn’t want to give up. You’re my whole world, Clarissa. I’m nothing without you.”

She reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down on top of her. “Please don’t make me cry again.” She swallowed hard, clearly on the verge of losing it once more. “I-I need you. Make love to me. Remind me what it feels like to be yours.”

He brushed his nose against hers. “My pleasure, baby—always.”

Crushing his mouth to hers, he consumed her while the heat of her pussy seared his cock as it nestled against her. Grasping her wrists, he brought them together over her head and held them with one hand. He moved to the side to run his other hand down her body. It’d been far too long, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her, but he needed to be sure she was ready for him.

He dipped his fingers between her legs and found her soaked for him. He circled her clit, causing her to gasp and then moan into his mouth before thrusting one finger into her. She writhed under him, her chest heaving as he added a second and then a third finger to fuck her with.

Ending the kiss, he pushed himself up and knelt between her wide-spread legs. He licked and sucked his way down her body, worshiping her with everything in him. He moved one of her legs over his head to rest on his shoulder and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh. Lifting his gaze to her face, he only saw the love he’d been missing for years. His heart skipped a beat, and his breath caught. She was stunning in the throes of passion—something he’d never forgotten but thought he’d never see again.

“I love you, Clarissa.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, he began eating her pussy—a starved man at a banquet. He feasted on her, bringing her to the edge of a climax before easing back and starting over. She begged him to let her fly, and finally, he relented. She screamed so loud as the orgasm hit her that it wouldn’t be a shock to know that they’d heard her all the way out in the lobby.

As she floated back down to earth, Landon grabbed a condom from a nearby bowl. Even though they were in a committed, monogamous relationship, the club required all couples to use condoms. But when he tore it open, Clarissa reached out and stopped him. “No. I’m clean, Master. I’ve never let anyone take me bare since you.” She swallowed hard. “And I was recently tested. I swear. Please?”

Hearing she’d never trusted another man since they’d been together had Landon wanting to beat his chest like a caveman. It’d been easy for him to forgive the fact she’d been with other men—it hadn’t been her fault. With the disillusioned betrayal she’d felt, he couldn’t have asked for or expected her to be a saint. Not when she was such a vibrant and sensual woman.

Fuck the club rules! No one would know except the two of them, and Landon wanted to mark her in the most primitive way.

Climbing on top of her, he slowly entered her. His eyes slammed shut as her heat enveloped him. There was no way he would last more than a minute or two.

As he kissed her, he pulled out and thrust forward, over and over, without any finesse or rhythm. He could only focus on reclaiming her as his own. Later, he’d take her again and make sure she came with him, but his climax raced toward the finish line, and there was no way he could stop it. Sweat coated his body. He fucked her hard and fast, and when the orgasm hit him, his mind went completely blank as he emptied himself inside her.

Spent, he collapsed on top of her, barely holding himself up on his forearms enough that she could breathe. Her hands roamed his back and shoulders, mapping out every inch of his skin as she kissed his neck and chest. He didn’t know how long they lay like that until he had to move before his legs cramped up.

He shifted onto his side and spooned Clarissa against him. As his mind cleared, he remembered something important.

Glancing over her, he saw his leather pants were close enough that he could grab them.

“What are you doing?” Clarissa mumbled as she snuggled her ass against his groin.

Instead of answering her right away, he reached into the front pocket of the pants and pulled out the gold chain that usually hung around his neck. He hadn’t wanted her to see it until now. Their wedding rings swung like a pendulum as he held them in front of her. She gasped when her gaze finally focused on them.

“I’ve kept them together all this time. I’ve always worn them, waiting for the chance to prove to you that I never betrayed our vows.”

Unlocking the clasp, he removed the rings and lifted her left hand. He slid the smaller ring on her finger. “Please tell me we can start over. Marry me again, Clarissa. ”

Flipping over to face him, she took the other ring from him and slid it onto his finger. “Is tomorrow too soon?”

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