Page 93 of The Acquisition

"I'm sleeping with my wife. What does it look like?"

"I'm not your wife, not really," she mumbled.

Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't fully awake, or her questioning our marriage, but I snapped. Grabbing her wrists, I rolled on top of her trapping her body under my much larger one. Jana might be tall, but she lacked the bulk to effectively fight me off.

Even though she was trying to buck me off like a feral animal, I took a moment and nuzzled into her neck. Without thinking, I licked a path up to the pulse point before sucking on the sensitive skin under her ear.

She shivered in my arms. "I haven't signed those papers, which means you are still my wife. And you want me. I can feel the way your heart is racing, the rapid draw of your breath. I can feel the way your nipples have hardened where they're rubbing against my chest through the thin t-shirt you're wearing."

Her breath shuddered, proving my point. "You want me, even now," I continued.

"No I don't," she lied.

"Hmm? So the heat burning against my thigh isn't you getting wet for me? Tell me, if I stroked your clit would it be hard and aching? If I drew one of those tight, rosy nipples into my mouth, would you moan?"

"You said we were going to talk," she protested.

I rubbed my lips against hers. Back and forth, taking her breath in as my own. "Some of our best conversations had no words. Talk to me, Jana."

Jana gulped, and even though her mind was fighting her body, her legs spread letting my aching cock rest against the hottest part of her.

"This means nothing," she insisted. Before I could call her a liar, her hands sunk into my hair, dragging my mouth hard against hers.

I showed her every ounce of my desire, frustration, and longing as my tongue tangled with hers. This wouldn't be a fast fuck. I was in the mood to torture her the way her absence had tortured me.

I'd drag her to the peak over and over without letting her fall. Only then would I join her as we came together.

Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth from hers so I could pull her shirt over her head. Her mound was covered by a scrap of lace.

I brushed my fingers against the material, making the lace scratch against her clit. She tried to swallow her whimper, but I wouldn't hold back until she gave me every moan, every gasp, and I'd made her beg me to let her come.

Staring deep into her eyes, I let her see me. For once I didn't try to hide behind the humor and snark that was our normal interaction. "If you say no, I'll stop. I'll never take anything from you that you don't want to give. But don't let your bullshit lies make you speak up. Be honest with me, but also with yourself."

She nodded. It was only a slight tip of her head, but she was with me. When she didn't speak, I took that as permission and started to lick and suck my way down her body. She'd wear my marks for the rest of the week as a reminder she might be mad at me, but she was still mine.

When I got to her breasts, I pulled one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. I bit down, not too hard, but enough to give her the perfect amount of pain.

There was so much I'd held back from her. I thought I had time to get her used to how hard I wanted to take her, but our time had nearly run out, and I wasn't holding anything back anymore.

She squirmed and I felt the rush of wetness through her panties and my boxers. "My dirty girl likes it rough," I praised her.

Giving the same treatment to her other breast, she squirmed against me, subconsciously grinding against my dick.

"Not so fast. I've got a lot to make up to you before you get my cock."

She whimpered. I could still see the war she was fighting with herself written in the crinkle of her forehead, but it was one she was losing.

I let my tongue swirl around her navel, showing her my intentions as I worked her soaked underwear down her tight thighs. Her body was meant to be worshipped, and I planned to spend a lot of time doing exactly that.

"Colt," she protested as my hot breath hit the lips of her sex.

Instead of stopping, I dragged my tongue up her center, flicking mercilessly against her clit. The taste of her exploded on my tongue, and I became ravenous. I ate her like she was my last meal.

She thrashed against me, and the need to make her feel every ounce of frustration I had in the weeks she'd been gone grew until I couldn't stop myself from tormenting her.

I sucked hard on her clit, dragging my teeth across the bundle of nerves until her whimpers turned into moans. She was wet enough that I was able to force two of my fingers into her tight heat in the same rough drive I would soon be using my cock.

Usually I'd taunt and tease her before seeking out that magic spot deep inside, but not now. I curled my fingers against her g-spot until her back arched and she rubbed her sensitive nipples against my chest drawing out another moan from her.

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