Page 77 of Desperate Desires

They were, well, they were desperate, seeking, and so damn deep. Letting him in wasn’t just a surrender of control.

It was a surrender of everything I knew to be real.

He took over everything. And I felt him all through me, staking his claim for all the world to see.

Ono became my gravity, my atmosphere, the anchor that kept me bound to reality.

I gasped, trying to find air as he drove his tongue mercilessly into my mouth.

I had no choice but to breathe him if I wanted to survive.

And I wanted that. I wanted to live.

With him. For him.

Goddamn it, I wanted this marriage to be real.

But I wasn’t so far gone that I voiced my secret, hopeless wish—the one that started as a small spark in the quiet corners of my mind the second I signed that marriage license.

It wasn’t something I could give credence to, not when I knew how ridiculous, how dangerously desperate it would sound.

Hope was always a sharp-edged thing, and the wrong words said out loud could unravel everything.

I was holding on by a thread as it was.

Wanting Ono was not the same as loving him, but I was dangerously close to that, too.

“Are you wet for me, Doc? Is this pussy soaked?” he growled, lifting me up and shoving his thick digits between my legs.

I moaned, knowing damn well what he would find there.

Of course I was wet.

My body started heating, moisture pooling between my folds the second he pulled me to him.

“Good girl. Now sit,” he grunted, placing his thick, mushroomed head at my entrance.

I swallowed down my scream as he impaled me on his cock. God, he felt so good. Like he was made to fill me.

I had to bury my emotions, refusing to let them cloud my mind. This was just sex. Deep, satisfying, soul-wrecking sex. But still, only sex.

I could handle this part. I could fuck my temporary husband and not let it touch my heart.

At least, that was what I told myself.

“Goddamn, Doc, You feel so fucking good. How do you always feel so good?” he groaned.

Ono’s face was a study in ecstasy as he rolled us over, pistoning his hips in an unforgiving tempo. My gaze was glued to his.

“Let me in, Wife. Take me deep,” he commanded, squeezing my hips and lifting my ass so I was basically sitting on his lap.

Ono fucked me like a madman, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love it.

“Are you close?” he asked, sweat dotting both our bodies.

I nodded. I was close.

So fucking close.

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