Page 125 of Devious Lies

“It’s been too long. I need you inside me, Husband. Now,” she says, all want and need.

So fucking hot.

I lift her by her thighs and drop her right on my hard as steel cock, and warm water is raining down on us.

“That’s it. Fuck me. Show me what you like. Use my body to bring your pleasure. Yes, that’s it,” I say.

“Luc, so close,” she moans, and she is rocking, wiggling, and dropping her hot pussy right on me.

I’m seconds from coming, but I need her to go first.

“Show me. Be a good little wife and show me. Come all over this dick, Baby Girl. Right. Now,” I command.

And she fucking does.

Her pussy flutters and squeezes and I start to come, spilling my load so deep inside her, I swear I can taste it when I pull her in to kiss her lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her.

“I love you, too,” she replies breathlessly, a happy, dazed smile on her beautiful face.

After drying us both off, I change her wound dressing, and I carry her to bed. When I return with a tray of her mother’s soup, I feed her, bite for bite.

She lifts the rose I placed on the tray.

“You’re like that to me. A perfect rose,” I tell her.

“You mean, you think I have thorns?” she teases.

“Yeah, but I like your thorns, Baby Girl.”

“And I like your forked tongue, Viper Council,” she says back.

I raise one eyebrow and take the tray away, then I wrap my hands around her throat and straddle her thighs.

“The better to eat you with, Baby Girl.”

“I think you’re mixing up your fairytales, Husband,” she says.

But she’s already squirming beneath me, and I know my wife is already soaked for me.

“Maybe, but that’s because this isn't a fairytale. This is real. You and me, us, together, is very fucking real. And I am never letting you go,” I say and crash my mouth to hers.

“Now, lay back and open your legs. This Viper’s still hungry. And don’t move unless I say so, or I might bite you,” I warn her.

I am licking my lips as I find her clit with my tongue and a part of me is hoping she moves just so I can nibble her sweet flesh.

Fuck. Yes.

I moan when she does just that.

EPILOGUE THREE-GISELLE/ANGEL

Giselle

I close my phone after checking out the newest images of Nico Jr. that Anna just sent over and I will myself not to cry.

Fuck.

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