Page 42 of The Devious Husband

Xavier pulls back to look at me, his gaze searching. He presses a sweet lingering kiss to my forehead before pushing off me, and I tense, but he smiles reassuringly as he kneels between my legs and grabs my hips. “My sweet little liar,” he whispers as he lifts my hips and pushes the tip of his cock into me, leaving it in place as his hand moves between my legs, his touch leisurely as he begins to stroke my clit, our eyes locked. “I won’t hurt you, Sierra. Not if I can help it.”

My breath hitches when he pushes in another fraction, his thumb caressing my clit in a way that should be criminal. His movements are slow but intentional, his eyes taking in every single shift in my expression as he slowly builds me up again, his hips rocking back and forth slightly — just enough to slowly inch his way further into me.

“I’m… I’m so close,” I whimper.

He grins, his touch becoming rougher. “Then come for me, my beautiful wife. Let me hear you.”

My spine arches as an orgasm even more intense than the previous one rocks through me, his name on my lips.

“Good girl,” he whispers, looking pleased — proud. “You can be such a good girl when you want to be.”

He pulls almost all the way out of me before thrusting halfway in, and I moan as my head falls back, my muscles tensing around him. It’s too much, too deep. “Xave,” I plead. “I can’t.”

“You can,” he promises, his thumb back on my clit. “You can take all of me, baby. You were made for me, Sierra.”

I reach for him, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck as I pull him closer, needing his lips on mine. He gives me what I want, kissing me slowly as he continues to thrust into me shallowly, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting into me, sliding just a little deeper into me each time.

“You’re doing so good,” he promises, his words a soft whisper between kisses. “Almost there, baby.”

His forehead drops to mine as he pulls back and pushes all the way into me. “Fuck. Sierra,” he moans, sounding delirious. The way he says my name makes the discomfort bearable, and I hold him tightly, my hands roaming over his back.

He brushes his nose against mine, once, twice. “You okay?” he asks, his tone filled with tenderness.

“Yeah,” I whisper. I thought he’d start to move immediately, and he has no idea how grateful I am that he’s giving me a few moments to adjust to the sensation of him inside me. I’ve never felt so stretched out, and it doesn’t hurt per se, but it also doesn’t feel as good as it’s always described in my romance novels.

Xavier holds himself up on his forearm, his eyes on mine as he reaches between us and presses his fingers against my clit. “Can you give me one more, baby? Just focus on my fingers.”

“I can’t,” I murmur, feeling so sensitive that I can barely take it.

“You can,” he says as he traps my clit between two fingers, stroking back and forth gently. The indirect touch drives me wild, and he grins when I begin to rock my hips, beginning to love the way he feels inside me. Each of my little movements just adds to my mounting desire, and the way Xavier watches me doesn’t help. He looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, like nothing exists but me and him.

“That’s it,” he whispers when I begin to moan incoherently, his gaze heated. “That’s my girl.”

“Xavier,” I moan, overwhelmed by the way he’s made me feel. I can’t think straight, my thoughts clouded by desire, by him.

“Come for me, baby,” he demands. “Come for your husband, Sierra.”

He pushes me over the edge, and the moment I come, he pulls back almost all the way, before thrusting fully back into me. It doesn’t hurt this time, and he grins when I moan, my legs hooking around his hips.

“You like that, huh?”

I thread my hand through his hair, a mere inch between our faces as he begins to take me with deep and slow thrusts. “Your turn,” I tell him, my voice thick with lust. “I want to see you come for me.”

He grunts, his eyes falling closed briefly. “You’ll be the death of me, Sierra Kingston.”

Thirty-Eight

Sierra

“You’ve been suspiciously quiet about Xavier lately,” Raven says as I put on my hairnet ahead of our shift at the soup kitchen Grandma founded.

I can’t help but blush, and Raven instantly begins to giggle. “Tell me everything,” she demands as we begin to prep our ingredients. I glance over at Grandma, who is happily chatting away with a few of the people her charity employs, and my heart warms at the sight of her. She seems to be doing well, considering.

“There isn’t much to tell,” I lie when Raven knocks her shoulder against mine.

“Right,” she says, her tone teasing. “That definitely explains the silk scarf you’re wearing when it’s blazing hot today.”

“Fine.” I don’t know why I even bothered trying to keep anything from Raven at all. “The last couple of weeks have been… unexpected.”

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