Page 125 of Unleashed

“Go get your call, and know this: my panties are wet,” I replied, my heart racing.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, opening my door and stepping out into the hall, leaving me with a big smile on my face.

Slade’s breathwas hot against my skin as he pressed his mouth to my inner thigh, teasing me. “You taste so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing just above my core. His tongue flicked out, sending a jolt of anticipation through me.

I barely had time to react before his mouth descended, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The heat of him against me was electric. “Slade,” I whispered, my fingers tangling in the sheets, but he didn’t stop—if anything, he doubled down, lapping at me like I was his favorite flavor of ice cream.

I tried shifting my hips, the pleasure becoming overwhelming, but his hands tightened around my thighs,holding me firmly in place. “Stay still,” he commanded, his voice low and husky. “I want you to come for me.”

A moan escaped my lips as his tongue moved deeper, and he brought his fingers into play, rubbing circles around my clit with the gentlest pressure. It was too much. My back arched off the bed as the orgasm ripped through me, my entire body quaking with release.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pride lacing his tone as he kissed his way up my stomach, letting me catch my breath. My chest heaved, my mind spinning, but the moment of reprieve didn’t last long.

Slade’s tongue returned to me, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin. “No more,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “Too sensitive.”

But he wasn’t finished. “I need dessert before dinner,” he teased, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “You’re sweet as pie.”

“Slade, no,” I protested weakly, but it was no use. His tongue flicked out again, torturously slow, drawing another wave of pleasure from me as I squirmed beneath him. I tried to shift away, but he pinned me down effortlessly, chuckling softly. “No, you don’t.”

Heat pooled deep in my core, and within minutes, I was trembling again as another orgasm rolled through me. My body shuddered under the intensity, and I gasped for air, my fists still clenched around the sheets. Slade grinned, moving up beside me, planting soft kisses on my belly.

“I think I’m enjoying marriage very much,” he whispered, his voice warm with satisfaction.

“More than when we were just engaged?” I managed to ask, still breathless from the pleasure.

“Of course,” he replied, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “You’re Mrs. Abbott now. My Mrs. Abbott.”

I smiled back, but my mind wandered. “I still think I deserved the vice president’s position,” I said, my tone soft but firm.

Slade raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding down to stroke his erection. “You want to discuss this now?” he asked, amusement in his voice as his fingers traced the slickness of his shaft.

I looked at him, my body still buzzing. “I’d rather climb aboard,” I said, my lips curving into a smirk.

His grin widened. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I straddled him, guiding him inside me, and he groaned as I began to move. His hands found mine, our fingers intertwining as he held my gaze, never looking away. Each movement was slow, deliberate, the connection between us deepening with every thrust.

“We’ll make beautiful children,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes, we will,” I panted, riding him harder, feeling every inch of him inside me.

“I want one soon,” he breathed, his eyes darkening.

I froze, my body stilling. “I thought you wanted to wait at least six months?” I asked, searching his face.

He hesitated, then sighed. “I thought I did too, but now…I want one as soon as possible.”

I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. “We should discuss it,” I said, though my body was still craving him, my walls squeezing around him involuntarily.

Slade’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on mine. “Maybe later,” he whispered, his voice strained as I began to move again, pushing both of us toward the edge.

We lay tangled in the sheets, still catching our breath, the warm glow of satisfaction settling over us. Slade’s arm was draped across my stomach, his fingertips tracing lazy circles onmy skin. I tilted my head to look at him, my mind still reeling from what he'd said earlier.

“You really want a baby now?” I asked, my voice soft but curious.

Slade shifted slightly, pulling me closer. We’d showered quickly after our lovemaking, but the heat between us still lingered. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I think so,” he replied, his tone thoughtful.

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