Page 74 of Lost Kingdom

“Fuck.” I bend and grab her thighs, snatching her up and absorbing her squeal of delight when her arms and legs wrap around me. Then I head toward my room. Fuck tonight. Fuck family responsibilities. Fuck this city. Because I have Aubree Emeri in my arms, and hell, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. “Scale of one to ten—” I drop her onto my bed and unbuckle my belt, “—how sore are you? How rough do you want it?”

“Pretend I’m a virgin, but you don’t know it.” She bursts out laughing when I tug my belt free and drop it onto her belly. “Talk about fisting me again. That was hot.”

“You’re a naughty girl.” I unsnap my jeans and set my knee between her legs, then I crawl over the top of her and press a kiss to her exposed collarbone. “Where’s your necklace?” I nip her throat and swallow down her gasp of delight. “You’re supposed to be wearing it.”

“It’s for special occasions. Not work.”

“Consider it a fuckin’ collar, and me, your owner.” I capture her stunned lips and sample her with my tongue. “Since we’re telling the truth and all that shit now.” I unzip her coat and undress her with rough hands. Tossing her one way, then the other, until the thick fabric is gone and I’m left with my gift beneath. “You’re wearing jeans and a regular shirt today.” I lift her shirt and nibble on her belly. “Why are you so sad?”

“I knew today would be stressful.” She kicks her shoes off and plants her feet on my hips, opening her legs wider and groaning when I nibble on her tits, even above her bra. “Sometimes a woman must dress for confrontation. Not fashion.”

Confused, I pull back and look down at her doe eyes. Innocence personified. “Confrontation? With Booth’s guy?”

“And you. I don’t remember the last full day I had where we didn’t argue over something.” She wraps her hand over the back of my neck and pulls me down until my lips circle her nipple once more. But I yank her bra out of the way, hunger roaring in my blood and desperate need clawing at my veins when she cries out. Her back arches, her core searching for more.

For me.

“You don’t have to be as gentle anymore.” She combs her fingers in the back of my hair and holds me close, her heart sprinting so it becomes an audible thing. “I want you to take me the wayyouwant to take me.”

“No. That’s too rou?—”

“It’s what I want.” She releases my hair and reaches down instead, unsnapping her jeans and frantically shoving the denim just a few inchesuntil her position makes removing them impossible. Then she pushes me back and lifts her hips.

Undress me.

Have me.

“You’re gonna get yourself hurt.” But do I force her to keep her pants on?Fuck no. I tear them down and drag her socks off, too. Then I find red lace undies and a sweet wet patch just waiting for me to discover. “Jesus, Aubree. You’re so perfect.”

“I want you to consume me.” She reaches out with a steady hand. And though I expect her to cup my cheek, or grab onto the back of my head, she slips her fingers into my mouth and summons me closer.

My willpower snaps. My worry for her. My entire fucking soul gives up and moves out. So I grab the crotch of her panties and tear the fabric away, then I bury my face in her pussy and eat.

“Tim!” she screams and grabs my hair, pulling until it stings. And yet, she holds me down like she thinks I have the power to stop anyway. I lap up her sweet cream and dig my thumb into her ass. Then I bite her clit and swallow down her first release when it bursts on a wave of uncontrollable pleasure.

“You’re always so fucking responsive to me.” I lap at her hot slit and swallow down every drop she gives. Because it’s mine. All of her. Every fucking morsel. “I’d ask if you’re always like this, but fuck, Aubree Grace, you’ve only been with me. And that’s the way it’s gonna stay.”

“Fingers.” Her hips whip wildly, searching for fulfillment. For completion. For me. So I slip three in at once, no time for gentle stretching. No room for being careful. I sink them to the knuckle and consider working her up to taking my entire fist anyway.

Because she could. For me, she would.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” I pump my fingers and thrill in the way she squirts onto the covers. So much. So perfect. “I’m gonna fuck you like a whore, Aubree Grace.”

“Yes please,” she pants, her hips jutting for more. “Yes.”

“But you’ll remember you’re my wife and I love you.”

“God.” She slams her arm over her eyes, whimpering and groaning. “Shit.”

“I’m gonna hurt you. But then I’ll make it all better again, I promise.” I push my jeans down and kick them off to land on the floor amongst her clothes. Her shoes. Her life, melding with mine. Then I palm my cock andsqueeze until the head turns purple. “Fuck!” Pleasure ricochets through my blood like scattershot from a shotgun. “I can’t go slow, Aubree. I can’t?—”

“Don’t.” She pulls me closer and opens her legs as wide as they can go, stretching to allow me between her thighs. “I don’t care if it’ll hurt.” She pushes to her elbows and nips at my bottom lip until it stings. “I went to bed with you the first time, knowing I was going to bed with my husband.”

My heart seizes, a painful thud that sends shockwaves out to my extremities.

But she reaches between us and guides my cock inside. “I loved you then. And I love you now.”

“Aubree…”

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