Page 59 of Icy Cold Death

“More?” he asked.

Oh, hell, yes.

“More,” she whimpered as she wasn’t even close to being done. The man had a truly wicked mouth and she wanted it on her clit.

NOW.

As he began teasing her all over again, she was even slicker than she had been, and he couldn’t wait to make her fall once more, so he could bury himself in her.

Yeah, soon.

Oh, he wanted her begging.

Screaming his name.

Cumming on his dick.

Beckett wanted his wife to know she was everything to him.

He held nothing back as he drove her wild with his tongue and fingers.

He was brutal, and she loved it.

Once more, he had her on the cusp of cumming, and this time, he roughly worked her clit until she shouted his name.

He wasn’t slowing down.

Not.

Even.

Close.

“Beck!” she gasped as he changed the rhythm to make her insane.

He couldn’t get enough.

When he spread her wider, feasting on her she was trapped on the bed.

She came again.

“My beautiful wife,” he said, watching her body react to him pulling that orgasm from her.

With gentle fingers, he teased her nipples, enjoying the feel of her flesh against his.

God.

He loved touching her.

Her nipples puckered, her skin had goosebumps, and her body was tense with pleasure.

This was perfection.

Beckett needed her.

His erection was throbbing, and he was desperate to slide into her body and take her on one hell of a wild ride.

He needed it.

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