Page 58 of Icy Cold Death

To taste her.

To take her.

The gentleness was gone.

Now, he was insatiable, and he was craving what was his.

HIS MATE.

“How could you think I wouldn’t only want you?” he whispered as his hands slid down her body to the wetness between her legs. “How could you think that at all?”

She wasn’t sure.

It was clear she’d been blinded by anger.

To prove his point, he bit her neck.

The tingle of the energy coming from him did one thing. She moaned.

“You’re mine, Claire, and I’m never letting you go. We have perfection.”

That they did.

“My turn,” he said, sliding down her body to the junction between her thighs. There, he found what he craved.

That wetness.

He dove in, pillaging and stealing all he could from her. Oh, he was definitely not slowing down any time soon.

He wanted her.

Desperately.

When she held on, burying her hands in his hair, Beckett returned all the lust and heat back to her. His mouth was wicked and wild.

Her body bowed.

Her back arched.

He took control and devoured her.

Just the taste of his wife made him wild all over again. Only, the next time he came, he was going to send a wish out to the universe.

He wanted to expand their family.

“Beckett!” she begged as he did something so wicked with his mouth that it shoved her closer to the edge.

And he held her there.

Torturing her.

Never let it be said that her sexy husband wasn’t a force to be reckoned with in bed.

Oh, he was.

When he nipped her clit, that was all it took. She fell into the pleasure, and was helpless to stop it.

When she opened her eyes, Beckett was staring down at her, and his serene eyes were filled with love.

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