Page 94 of Wickedly Yours

His tip kissed the top of my cervix, and I was so impossibly full. No one had ever done the things to my body that he could. To work me up so fast, coax orgasm after orgasm out of me. From the first moment I'd laid eyes on him in the bar, every inch of him had screamedout to me.Mine.That tiny possessive voice in my brain had been there all along, hadn’t it?

“So deep.” A whimper slipped from my lips. “You-you'resodeep.” The stretch I felt from his cock was like nothing else in this world. He was big, impossibly so, and it would never feel like this with anyone else. Like he truly was made for me.

Fuck, why was it always so good? Zain could build me up and break me over and over, and I wouldn't care. Wouldn't complain. I clenched around him, and he groaned.

His body poised over mine, sweat dotting his brow as darkstrands fell across his forehead.“Fuck, you're so tight. I can't wait to pump you full of my seed.”

He rested his forehead against mine like we had to be as close as possible together.

I nodded, letting out a string of incoherent words and breathy moans because all I could feel, all I could see—was Zain.

My husband. My mate. The only man I’d ever loved.

Because,fuck.I loved him. Didn’t I? There was no other way to explain the warmth in my chest—the vise grip he had around my heart. I’d never known I’d needed him, but now I couldn’t imagine life without him.

Just that thought was enough to get me close to the edge, just a little more, and I'd be there.

“Need you to get there first,” he said, nipping at my ear. “Gotta feel you clenching around my cock.”

“Zain,” I cried. “I need?—”

Lightning sparked in his golden eyes as he gave me a wicked smirk. “I know. I know what you need.” He pounded into me relentlessly. Bringing me closer to that edge with each stroke. Zain reached down, brushing his thumb over my clit, sending little sparks into me with his power.

Oh. Oh. Fuck, that was?—

“My wife,” he growled. “My mate. Mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed, letting out a deep moan as Zain kept rubbing circles over that bundle of nerves. Each shock of electricity was too much, and I couldn't hold myself back, letting my climax burst out of me like a shooting star.

Warmth flowed into me as he spilled inside of me, pouring his seed into my womb as promised.

How many times had I let him come inside of me since we'd begun this? What were the chances I wasn't already pregnant?

“Mm. Zain.” My eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped his arms around me, holding our bodies tight together, staying buried deep inside of me.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He murmured into my ear. “You're too good for me.”

“Oh. Handsome.” I reached my hand up to brush his cheek. “You don't think that's true, do you?”

He nodded, our foreheads rubbing together. “You're light, Luna. So pure.” Zain reached his hands up, running his hands through my tangled hair. “And I'm just...” A rough laugh came from his throat. He shook his head. “Fuck. I don't know how to do this.”

“Don't think that way,” I said, voice soft. “Ever since we met, all I've ever felt is safe. All you have to be is yourself, Zain. That's all I want. Not the scary demon prince I see you pretend to be, or anyone else. I just want you to be comfortable to tell me whatever you're feeling.”

He leaned down, kissing me softly, our tongues tangling lazily.

“Zain,” I protested, feeling him hardening inside of me already. “We should really?—”

“Mmm,” he hummed, ignoring me and kissing me again. “Let me have this.”

He coaxed my body into another orgasm, dragging me down with him into pure bliss.

Finally, after carrying me into the bath, we got ready for the day.

I was practically floating on air, feeling that same warm feeling in my chest whenever I thought about Zain and his early morning confessions, how he'd listened to me, to what I wanted.

But was it enough? Or was I just deluding myself into thinking I could be happy here?

TWENTY-SEVEN

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