Page 157 of Mine to Worship

“Can you remember what I told you today while you put that dress on, leaving me hard as fuck?”

He unzips my dress, and it pools at my feet.

“Hmm, not sure.”

“Oh, no, my sweet wife, you enjoy torturing me. Why?”

“I love what it does to you,” I rasp, my skin heating with need. I wonder if it will ever lessen, but I doubt it.

“And what would that be?”

His finger traces my pulse, down my collarbone, his heady scent, adding to the sparkle of desire. He slides two fingers inside me and finds me wet. He has the ability to make me wet by just looking at me with intent or lifting his lips in a secretive smile telling me I’m getting fucked. I’m pretty sure, my man knows my body better than I do. No complaining here, it’s him bringing every nerve ending to sizzle and explode in fireworks.

“How was your day at the studio?” he asks.

Is he serious? My eyes roll in the back of my head, and his teeth drag my nipples through the lacy bra.

“Good, and yours?” I can play his game, too.

He flicks my clit and I bite down my moan. “Between Kira and ruling an empire, had no time to get bored.”

“Did you miss me?”

He lets out a long breath. “I miss you the moment you’re out the door. Four years and we haven’t retired to the mountains.”

He turns me around and spreads my legs with his, his hardness digging into my back. He unhooks the bra and drops onto his knees, sliding my panties off me. His breath brushes my skin and it prickles in anticipation. He takes a few seconds where he does nothing but contemplate my body. His love raises me so high in the sky, I’m dancing with the stars. Kian promised me once he’ll always worship me and not a day has gone without him keeping that promise. He grabs my ass cheeks and licks at my pussy from behind, lapping at my center, and drinking up my juices. Unintelligible sounds fly out of my mouth at the pleasure erupting in my lower belly. I can’t get enough of this man bringing me to bask in ecstasy.

“Kian, please.” I moan, flattening my palm against the wall, desire unfurling in my core.

“Not enough without my cock, angel?”

I shake my head. Nothing compares to him filling me.

He kisses up my spine to my neck. He bites the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, before soothing it with his tongue.

“Never enough.”

He unzips himself and with one glorious thrust he’s inside me. My eyes roll in my head at the delicious fullness. I slap the wall, throwing my head back in pure bliss at him thrusting in and out of me. I shudder at the pleasure igniting low in my belly, taking over my senses.

“Yeah.”

“Come all over my cock then.”

He tips my chin to him and with eyes locked, I come, and he follows with a grunt.

I catch my breath as he pulls out, and I say over my shoulder, “I talked with Andre and told him that I need some time away.”

“Is something wrong?” he asks, worry lying beneath his words. He turns me to him, all heat gone, in its place worry.

Cradling his face, I say, “I am perfect. How can I not be, but I need to gather myself, and…”

I bite on my lower lip. His eyes bore into mine, inquisitive and expectant.

We haven’t talked about this since I said I would tell him when I was ready again.

Nerves and excitement rush through me.

“There is more. What is it?”

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