Page 44 of Trapped

“Sex is the most powerful ritual of all.” I press into her, and her body goes soft in my embrace. She doesn’t protest when I lift her up onto the counter. I bite down on her neck, marking her, and she arches her back, dropping the egg to the floor.

“Who needs an egg cleanse, mija, when this pussy will snatch the very soul out of my body?” I run my hand over her pussy, feeling her wetness soaking through her panties. I move to her mouth and kiss her. It’s deep, and she moans into my mouth. Her hands grab and pull at my hair.

I want more of her.

I want all of her.

I want her to surrender it all to me.

“Beg me for it, bruja,” I say, pulling away from her. The tiny red flecks around her pupils blaze as she stares into my eyes. She’s panting from the absence of my mouth on hers, but she’s not done. She grabs my head and pulls it back into her.

“Cógeme,” she says.Fuck me.

Her mouth skims over mine before she bites down on my lips. I growl into her mouth as that feral need ignites in me. Her legs wrap around me, and she pulls me into her. I run a handunderneath her tube top and feel her bare breasts beneath the fabric. I let out a moan. I have a fascination with the way she goes braless around the house. The easy access to my favorite part of her makes daily tasks difficult, when all I want to do is bury my face in her breasts.

I move to take off her tube top, and she puts her hand out in front of me.

“Wait. I need to ask you something.” She’s still panting, but I wait for her to finish.

“It’s just, I’m a bit emotional today and—” She hesitates and looks away. “Never mind, forget it.” I grab her hair and move her face back to mine.

“No. Tell me,” I command.

“Will you make love to me?” She presses her lips together tight, like she didn’t want those words to escape her. “I mean, it’s okay. If that’s too much, we don’t have to. I love the savage sex we have, but I just… I need to feel loved right now. Not real love, just—” I place a finger to her lips to quiet her rambling.

I look into her eyes before I cradle her face and bring her into me. This time, when I kiss her, it’s slow and deep. I’m not sure either of us can really settle for vanilla, but I can make love to her. To my wife.

I pick her up and take her up to the room. I slowly remove every article of clothing she has on. I give myself time to fully study every curve of her body. Every tattoo, every beauty mark, every scar. I lower onto her and pepper her with kisses.

I run my tongue over her nipples and watch as her chest rises and falls with the sensation. Her fingertips slide down my back, and I kiss her stomach, down to her inner thighs. I slowly spread her legs and move between them. My eyes skim over her glistening skin while I slide my crown in. I drop my forehead to hers and lift one of her legs to my hip. A grunt escapes the back of my throat as I slide in deeper, feeling her tightness clenchingaround me. She digs her nails in harder, and the pain only creates pleasure that courses through me, from my balls to the crown.

I pull her leg up higher and thrust into her. We moan at the same time, and she pushes her pelvis into me. I rotate my hips, slowly driving into her with deep and long strokes that make her whimper. I continue to move into her, our joined bodies falling into perfect sync. Moving together in slow motion, time stills. Fucking her like this makes feelings surface that I’m not prepared for. This woman is mine. And not just in this moment, but in every lifetime. I claimed her, but she owns me. Her moans become longer, and her legs begin to shake.

She feels so good.

I take in every sensation. Grinding into her. Listening to the symphony of our bodies. Her pussy is making a song of its own with how wet she is. My mouth is near hers when her name falls from my lips. I move into her with long strokes, lifting her leg higher and continuing to hit deep inside her. I suffocate her cries with my lips, and when her pussy clenches around me, I come undone.

I push in deep as my orgasm spills into her. I keep my dick submerged in her as I savor the moment. Our breathing is heavy. I lean down to kiss her, but she pulls away from me. She pushes my chest and removes herself from underneath me. She searches for her clothing without looking at me.What the fuck?

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I need to go clean up the kitchen, and…”

“Come lay with me.” I’m humiliated when the words fall out. It sounds a lot like fucking begging. What fucking spell is she casting on me? She puts her clothes back on and sighs.

“Thanks,” she says and walks out the door.

Thanks?My ribs tighten. I follow her down the steps into the kitchen.

“Thanks? You asked me to fuck you like a delicate flower, but then get freaked out when I want to cuddle?” I’m right on her heels, and she spins around to face me.

“What do you want from me, Silas? Really? I get that you need help with your siblings, and I promised to help you, but I can’t do this.” She gestures her hand between us.

“Do what exactly, Thalia?” I yell. The feeling of rejection slowly shifts to anger.

“This. I know I asked for the sex, but I just can’t… We can’t get caught up in feelings when this is just temporary,” she says while bending down to pick up the shattered egg.

“Temporary? This is far from fucking temporary. We’re married. Till death do we part.” I grab her by the arm and pull her up to face me. “What are you really afraid of? That you might accidentally fall in love with me? I’m your fucking husband!” I shout, and she pushes me away.

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