Page 93 of Wickedly Yours

His hands captured my nipples, pinching them lightly. “Who am I?” My hands rested on his chest, the wedding ring sparkling up at me.

“Husband,”I moaned. Feeling too good.

“Good girl,” he praised, like he enjoyed hearing the title slip from my lips as much as I liked saying it.

Fuck, that would never get old.

Did I have a praise kink, or did I just like it whenhepraised me? I couldn't think of any time when it had been like this. Thought I couldn’t think about any other men when Zain erased the very thought of all of them in my mind. He’d ruined me for anyone else.

“You’ve ruinedme,” Zain said, hearing my thoughts. “There’s no one but you.”

“Good.” Using my knees, I picked myself up before dropping back down on his shaft. Zain’s large hand possessively sprawled over my stomach, like even now, I could be carrying something precious.

My eyes squeezed shut, only able to focus on the stretch, how deep he was, how he hit my womb with every thrust. His colossal size should have been impossible, but my body accepted him like I was made just for him.

“Mine,” I muttered, completely mindless as I worked myself closer to my orgasm.

“Yours,” he agreed, and when my eyes found his, there was pure love shining in them.

Neither of us had said the words yet, but I knew I felt it. Was pretty sure he did, too.

And when I slipped over the edge, Zain following right behind me, I thought if this was what married life would be like…

I could have done a lot worse than marrying the prince of the demon realm.

“Zain.”A breathy moan slipped from my lips as Zain's hands slid up my thighs, parting them to bare myself to him.

“Fuck,”he groaned, inhaling deeply before running his tongue up my slit.“You're so sweet, Moonbeam.”

“Yes,”I agreed, throwing my headback and clutchingthe sheets tightlyas dream-Zain buried his tongue inside of me, lapping at my cunt.He was so talented with that godsdamn tongue. “But I need you inside of me,” I begged.

“Luna.” His tip pressed against my entrance. Zain slid inside of me, the stretch of his cock as he sheathed himself inside of me, the grip of his fingers on my thighs as he spread me apart—all of it was too good. “Fuck, Luna. You're always so tight.”

Wicked.Filthy. I’d never had such a dirty dream, but I liked it.

His breath was warm against my ear. “Wake up, Moonbeam. See how well you’re taking my cock.”

“Zain,” I whimpered. My eyes were still squeezed shut because I so desperately wanted to stay in this moment. I didn't want to wakeup—not yet.

“Luna,” he groaned, thrusting harder. "I need you to wake up, baby."

Then his lips were on mine, and I let my eyes flutter open, kissing him with restless abandon—not caring about morning breath or my current appearance. All I could focus on was how good it felt waking up to him sliding inside of me.

"Oh,fuck." I gasped as he rocked his hips into mine, sending bolts of pleasure down my spine.

"Good?" He asked, keeping up that steady rhythm.

"So good." I mewled. My hips rose to meet his, and then he was shoving a pillow underneath them, burying himself deeper inside of me.

I cried, my mewls filling the room.

Zain kissed me softly. “Shh, baby. I'm going to fuck you until I can make sure that you’re pregnant.” His eyes were full of lust as he nipped at my neck. “Until you’re growing my baby inside of you. I want you all round and swollen for me.”

Yes.Yes, I wanted that. To be connected to him this way, toknow his child was growing inside of me—our child.

How had I ever thought this could be temporary? From the moment I’d agreed to marry him, I should have known it would end up like this, with me so desperate to give him everything he asked for.

"Give it to me," I begged. "Give me your cum. Fill me up." I dug my fingernails into his shoulder as I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper.

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