Page 98 of Checks & Bonds

She moaned, a soft, breathy sound that drove me wild. Her hips bucked, pressing herself closer to my mouth. I responded by delving deeper, my tongue tracing patterns over her slick folds, seeking out the sensitive spots that made her gasp.

"Henry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Oh, God."

I couldn’t get enough. Every moan, every gasp, every tremor of her body against my tongue spurred me on. I teased her clit with the flat of my tongue, then circled it, drawing out more of those delicious sounds from her.

Freya's taste, the way she responded to every touch, had me rock-hard, straining against my pants. But this wasn’t about me.This was about her, about making her come undone beneath my mouth.

Her breath hitched, her moans turning into a continuous stream of soft, pleading sounds. I increased the pressure, sucking gently on her clit, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter within her. She was close, so close, and I wasn’t going to stop until she shattered.

"Please," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, Henry."

I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. She was so tight, so wet, and the sensation drove me to the edge of my own control. I added another finger, pumping them in rhythm with my tongue, driving her higher and higher.

Freya's moans grew louder, her body trembling against me. I could feel the tension building, the way her muscles tightened, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.

And then she broke.

Her climax hit her like a bullet, her body arching off the table, her moans turning into a cry of pure pleasure. I felt her walls contract around my fingers, the slick heat of her release flooding over me. I didn’t stop, didn’t let up, riding out her orgasm with her until she collapsed back onto the table, spent and trembling.

I pulled back, my lips and chin slick with her arousal. I looked up at her, her eyes half-closed, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. The sight of her, completely undone, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I straightened up and leaned over her, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She tasted herself on my mouth, surprise and desire flickering in her eyes. Her breath mingled with mine, deepening the connection, intensifying the need between us.

Without warning, I grabbed her waist and flipped her over, pulling the skirt of her wedding dress up again. She gasped, her hands bracing against the table, her body arching inanticipation. The sight of her, spread out and waiting, sent a surge of primal hunger through me.

I freed my cock, the hard length of it throbbing with need. I didn't hesitate. I thrust inside her, a groan escaping my lips as I felt her heat envelop me. The sensation was indescribable, a tight, wet heat that gripped me, pulled me deeper. Every inch of her, every tremor of her body around me, heightened the pleasure, drove me to the edge.

I moved in and out of her, the rhythm building, each thrust a desperate claim on her body. It was so damn hard to keep control, to not lose myself entirely in the sensation, the overwhelming need to take her, to make her mine.

"Let go," she breathed out, her voice a soft plea. "Please, baby, I need it. Harder. Harder!"

Her words, her desperation, shattered the last of my restraint. With Freya, I didn't always have to be in control. She wanted all of me, the raw, untamed part that I usually kept hidden. And I was more than willing to give it to her.

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and thrust harder, deeper. The table creaked beneath us; her moans growing louder, matching the rhythm of our bodies. The sensation of her walls clenching around me, the slick heat driving me wild, pushed me closer to the edge.

"Freya," I groaned, my voice rough, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Her response was a breathless moan, her body tightening around me, urging me on. I gave in, let go, losing myself entirely in her, in the wild, unrestrained need that consumed us both.

I grabbed Freya's leg and lifted it onto the table; the shift allowing me to sink even deeper inside her. The sensation was incredible—hot, tight, and utterly consuming. Each thrust felt like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure coursingthrough me. Her cries, her desperate pleas, only fueled my desire.

"Henry, please," she begged, her voice raw with need. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Her words were my undoing. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, the warmth of her skin against mine. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, matching the wild rhythm of our movements. One hand found her breast, squeezing it gently before sliding down her body, finding her clit. I rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her shudder beneath me.

“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice rough with exertion. “Who are you to me?”

She moaned, the sound pure, unfiltered desire. “Your wife,” she breathed out, her words almost a plea. “Mrs. Mathers.”

The sound of that name—my name—coming from her lips sent a wave of pleasure rippling through me. It was primal, a deep-seated satisfaction that resonated in my core. I was claiming her, not just in this moment but forever. Freya was mine, bound to me in every conceivable way. The realization tightened my grip on her hips, driving me to take her harder, deeper.

“Who’s fucking you?” I growled, my thrusts becoming more erratic, driven by the need to hear her say it. “Who’s taking you from behind like a fucking animal?”

She cried out; the sound echoing through the room, filling my ears, my mind. “My husband,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Oh, Henry, you’re my husband!”

Her words pushed me over the edge. The pleasure that surged through me was almost unbearable, a white-hot wave that left me breathless. The sensation of her body clenching around me, her cries of pleasure filling the air—it waseverything. Each thrust, each gasp, each desperate plea from her lips intensified the ecstasy coursing through me.

My vision blurred, my focus narrowing to the point of our connection, the place where our bodies met. I was lost in her, in the way she responded to me, the way she gave herself over completely. The pleasure was overwhelming, an all-consuming force that left me teetering on the brink.

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