Page 39 of Wedlocked

I didn’t lift my head until I was sure she would wear my mark the rest of the week, and when it was there, I stared at it with animalistic satisfaction.

Her fingers carded through my hair, and her soft eyes found mine. My heart tripped, threatened to seize, but I held it off, pushing out of her embrace and off the bed.

“Ry?”

“Stay there,” I told her.

She frowned, and I gave her a hard look. “I mean it, Carrot.”

She nodded.

I went out onto the deck to take the cover off the hot tub, turn on the lights and jets, and make sure it was hot. When that was done, I came back in to note she hadn’t moved an inch.

“Good girl,” I praised and then headed back for the closet.

She made a sound, and I stopped in the bathroom doorway. “Don’t get up.”

She settled back, and I rushed into the closet to grab a bottle of lube out of my bag and carried it out to the bedroom.

Her eyes went right to what I was carrying, and the tip of her pink tongue swiped over her lower lip. “Pretty sure we don’t need that.” Her voice was husky.

I laid the bottle beside her hip and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. “Tonight we do,” I told her. “Tonight I’m going to have you as many times as it takes to wipe the memory of you falling through that ice out of my brain.”

I pulled the fabric down until it was around her thighs.

“Tonight I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you I can feel your pulse. Your body is going to hug me tight, promise you’re still mine, and apologize for scaring the shit out of me.”

“Ryan.”

“I mean it, baby. The only one who can make it better is you.” I yanked the underwear the rest of the way off, tossing them aside. Then I reached for the clasp on the front of her bra and unhooked that too.

Fuck, she was a sight lying there completely bare, completely mine.

“Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” I asked, dragging a finger down the inside of her thigh, all the way to her knee. “Can you let me have you as many times as I want tonight? Can you give me what I need?”

Her legs fell open, revealing the most intimate place on her body. Her pink skin was already glossy, her desire obvious. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I rasped, still staring at her entrance.

“You can have me however you want,” she answered. “Take me.”

Splaying my palms on her thighs, I licked up her middle, making her jolt and cry out. She settled, but I didn’t, burying my face in her core and lapping at her with my tongue. I licked and sucked until her legs trembled and her back arched off the mattress. She cooed and whimpered while I feasted and slowly slid two fingers into her soft, pliant entrance.

“Oh,” she murmured as I pulled them out and speared her again and again.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, holding my head as I finger-fucked her and flicked my tongue over her clit. She gasped, and I lifted my lips.

“Come for me, baby,” I coaxed, burying my fingers deep and curling them in. “Let me hear you cry my name.”

The second I put my tongue back on that sensitive bud, she splintered, body arching so far I had to follow.

“Ryyy…” she panted, twisting her fingers in the blankets.

I kept at her until she was drained and limp on the bed. Only after did I slide my fingers out and reach for the lube. She lifted her head and furrowed her brows when I popped the cap. I said nothing, just poured a generous amount on my two slick fingers and then reached between her legs, pushing them back inside her.

She made a sound of surprise, and I swirled my fingers around before pulling out and doing the same thing again, making sure her channel was full.

When I was done, I tossed aside the bottle and took off my shirt, using it as a towel for my chin and hand. After pulling off the rest of my clothes, I reached for her.

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