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One large hand slips under my dress. A thick finger moving aside my panties and running up my lower lips.Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!I fight to keep quiet, but I’m not a quiet woman. He strokes my wetness before plunging a finger inside. I bite my lip so hard I feel blood. It’s so fucking hot. I feel like a volcano that’s about to explode. He strokes in and out a few times before curling his finger and hitting that magic spot. I go off like a bottle rocket, screaming his name.

“Wrath.”

I hear him chuckle. To my shock and gratitude, the driver never flinches or tries to turn around. My husband adds a second finger and continues stroking me through the orgasm. I feel a second one coming on as the carriage begins to roll.

Wrath uses his other hand to draw down my zipper and undo my bra. He slides a hand around through the back of my dress to cup my breast. I arch against him. My juices are soaking our clothes. He rolls one hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Wrath continues the onslaught the entire way to our cabin. I’m a quivering pile of need by the time we arrive.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what Nightingale?”

“Please make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Damn, baby. You’re going to make me lose control.”

“Lose control. I want you in the worst way.”

The carriage stops. Wrath stands up with me in his arms. We get off the carriage with ease and he traverses the boardwalk with urgency and gets us inside our cabin. He kicks the door closed and carries me upstairs before setting me on my feet.

“Fuck let’s get naked,” I say.

I laugh and start stripping. He does the same. We’ll have time later to undress each other and take our time. Right now, I need him. I need him more than I need my next breath. Clothes off, we collide in a tangle of limbs and fall to the bed. Our kisses are lips, tongue, and teeth. My hands explore his chest and the hard planes of his abs.

And O M G, my man has an Adonis belt. We’ve been almost chaste these past few days, staying up and talking into the wee hours of the morning. We’ve made out and done some heavy petting, but that’s all.

Wrath

My dick’s so hard it’s about to burst through my pants when she says let’s get naked. I’ve been dying to taste her again since I licked her juices from my fingers. I pick her up and put her on my shoulders. With her pussy inmy face, I turn us around and slam her against the wall, before devouring her pussy like a starved man. I suck her lower lips into my mouth and graze them with my teeth.

She screams and grabs my head. Her moans only encourage me. I flatten my tongue and tease her, licking her like an ice cream before plunging it deep inside her and fucking her with it. I smile as I continue as her screams increase in pitch and fervor. I hope the entire valley hears my woman scream.

After I’ve given her two more orgasms, I lift her off my face and lower her onto my cock. Her hand comes down between us to guide the head of my cock inside. Her body shudders and she moans again. It’s taking every ounce of willpower not to blow my load deep inside her right now.

I power through two more orgasms before I finally give in. I scream loud enough to rattle the windows when I cum.

Chapter 20

Wrath

My bride and I are up early this morning. We’re going horseback riding. All twenty-four of us, including my parents. Brian arranged with a couple local stables to borrow the sixteen horses we’d need, including having them delivered to the trail.

I kiss Millie gently. Her lashes flutter open. Brilliant green eyes look my way.

“Good morning, wife.”

She smiles up at me. My heart skips a beat.

“Good morning, husband.”

“Are you ready to rise and shine? We have a big day planned.”

“We do?”

“Yes, we’re going trail riding. Lisa said you love riding through Cades Cove. We’re taking the Indian Grave Gap, Crooked Arm trail.”

“Is your ass ready for that many hours on horseback?”

I smile and nod. “Hours of riding my sled has to be worth something.”

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