Page 60 of Till Death Do Us Part

Each word reverberated through me, prickling my skin with goose bumps.

“I won’t fuck you.”

My breathing stopped at his crass vocabulary. Despite my appearance of strength, there was a frightened eighteen-year-old buried deep inside me that was scared he would do what he said he wouldn’t.

He gathered my hair, murmuring words. While I couldn’t understand their meaning, their rhythm and timbre calmed me. I tilted my head, giving him access as his kisses cascaded from behind my ear down my neck and onto my shoulder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful and brave. Having you like this makes me hard, painfully so. Having your lips around my cock earlier was heaven. Feeling how warm and wet your mouth was… I can only imagine how fucking great it would feel to be inside your warm, wet cunt. My cock is so damn ready, I’m not sure how many times it would take for it to stop being hard.” He pressed his hips against my lower back, emphasizing his point with his probing erection. He grasped my ass through my nightgown. “What about this hole? Where does it fall in the definition of sex?”

I shook my head.

Aléjandro laughed. “I want you to remember last night and tonight. I want you to remember every damn time we’re alone and I don’t do what I want to do to you.”

Garnering my strength, I spun until I was facing him.

“Stop.”

Aléjandro lifted my chin. “These are only words, Mia.” He nodded toward me. “I know what you’re thinking. I feel your trembling. You’re worried about what happened to you before. When I fuck you, I want every last thought of your asshole first husband out of your mind. I want you to be so feverish with desire that mine is the only name on your tongue.” He held me tighter as I tried to push away. “No, you’re my wife, and if I want to tell you all the things I can do to you, I will.” His lips curled into a grin, and he lifted his chin, inhaling. “You don’t hate this, Mia. I smell how turned on you are right now, and soon my tongue is going to delve between your swollen folds to discover how fucking sweet you taste. And you can bet that I won’t stop until you’ve come apart, over and over.”

My breathing grew ragged as his words zapped through me, igniting synapse after synapse. “Aléjandro. I’ll remember.”

He reached for the hem of my nightgown and lifted it, inch by inch revealing my only other clothing, a pair of lace panties. The front of his jeans strained with the pressure of his erection as he scanned me from my hair to my toes. “Push those down. Show me my dessert.”

Latching my fingers under the waistband, I pushed the panties lower, until they fell to the floor. I stepped out of the lace.

I expected that tonight would be like it was earlier with the shower, but this was different. More intense. More palpable. I felt his gaze as his eyes traced my body, every dip, curve, and crevice. I fought the trembling his predatory gaze elicited.

“You know I want to fuck you?”

I swallowed and nodded. “I know.” I knew without his declaration. The bulge in his blue jeans was testing the strength of the zipper.

“And I could.”

He could.

I wasn’t strong enough or big enough to stop him.

“You won’t.” My breasts heaved with a lethal combination of fear and desire.

“Because?” His question lingered in the air, floating on the sea breeze.

Because… My focus was set on his eyes. “Because you’re not him.” I worked up my bravery. “Before…Well, there’s something you should know.”

“Do you want to change the rules again?”

I shook my head. “Today, in the shower…I wanted to do that…what I did.”

His lips quirked. “Suck my cock. You can say it. You were amazing.”

Yes, that was what I did.

Heat creeped from my neck to my cheeks. “If you don’t want to…reciprocate, it’s okay. I rarely come with oral.”

Aléjandro’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, Mia, challenge accepted.”

“It wasn’t a challenge. I just know men would rather receive, so if you’re tired or?—”

My husband’s lips collided with mine, stopping the rest of my attempt to give him a reasonable excuse. When he pulled away, his gaze was on mine. “If that’s what you think, you’re ill-informed. Men love to eat pussy, the wetter and messier the better.”

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