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“Please fuck me,” she pleads.

A smirk stretches slowly across my face.

“It’s about fucking time.”

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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Thiago

Igrip her ass and hoist her up into my arms. Her legs part and wrap around me, her gown falling back to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs as her center presses against my throbbing cock. She kisses me as I carry her up the stairs, her hands still on my face, her mouth moving easily over mine. I’m trembling with excitement, hardly able to contain the elation I feel.

Upstairs, I go for the second door on the left. With Tess still kissing me, I reach blindly for the handle and throw the door open, walking us into the bedroom. My hands come back on her body, squeezing her curves tightly, still in some disbelief that they’re entirely mine, before I pull her off and drop her onto the mattress beneath me.

She looks dazedly around the room, her expression turning bewildered. “How did Callum know…?”

A displeased rumble echoes in my chest. I crawl over her prone body and trap her beneath me.

“Because if he’d found his wife in the same situation I found mine in, he would have done exactly what I’m about to do now,” I growl. “Don’t say his name again.”

Bending my head, I lick and nip at the faint traces that still remain of the bite mark I left on her weeks ago, raising its color once again. Her anis scent hits my nostrils and dazes me with its potency.

“You smiled at him.” I can’t help the guttural, accusatory note in my voice.

Eyes closed, throat open, lips parted in pleasure, she shakes her head ‘no’ wordlessly.

“I saw you,” I grunt, making my way down her neck to her chest where the corset of her dress pushes up her breasts temptingly. “When will you smile for me?” I question territorially, nipping at the soft skin there.

She whimpers. “It wasn’tforhim,” she denies. “I smiled because he mentioned my brother.”

“I can do that too,” I reply, desperate to please. “I can talk about your brother, I can get to know him. I’ll become the best fucking friend he’s ever had if that’s what you want.”

She opens her eyes slowly and smiles at me, those baby blues shining sweetly. “I’d like that.”

I groan, burying my face into the crook of her neck. “¿Qué me estás haciendo?” I mutter.

The giggle she lets loose when my breath hits her skin shoots straight to my cock. Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her onto her stomach. With a gasp, she places her weight on her forearms and arches her spine, her belly pressed against the bed. I’m back over her in an instant, caging her in.

“I can sense everything about you,” I purr. “The steady pick up of your heartbeat, the way your breath hitches, the expansion of your rib cage as you desperately pull in a breath. I’m attuned to every single part of you.”

Starting at her nape, I caress my fingers gently down her bare back, making her shiver. When I come into contact with fabric, I clasp the zipper of her dress and pause.

“I wanted you wearing pink the first time I fucked you,” I rasp moodily. “You took that from me.”

Tess blows out a choked breath when I yank the zipper down roughly, completely exposing her bare back and ass covered in lace underwear. After pushing the sleeves off her arms, I bend and sink my teeth deep into the flesh of her ass. She yelps and rolls onto her back, revealing her almost entirely nude body to me.

Straightening to my full height, I drag in a shuddering breath at the alluring way she looks at me. The squeezing in my chest is violent and such a bad fucking sign, but I can’t get myself to care right now. Fisting the skirt of her gown, I pull it past her legs and completely off her with a tug.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “I find it hard to breathe when I look at you sometimes.” She blushes. I yank at my bowtie, ripping it from my neck before shrugging off my jacket. I unbutton my white shirt next, looking down at her with barely restrained civility. “Are you ready,amor?”

She licks her lips and nods vigorously. Her pupils dilate dramatically when I shed my shirt, my belt, my shoes and trousers, standing before her in tight black briefs. My cock tents the fabric, straining against it and begging to be let out.

Tess gives a surprised gasp when I wrap my hands around her thighs and tug her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees between her legs, I look up into her heated eyes as I grab her panties between my teeth and slowly pull them off her.

The first lash of my tongue against her pussy makes her squirm. The second makes her cry out. By the third, she’s fisting the bedsheets, her back arched towards the ceiling.

“Hmm, I’ve missed this pussy,” I grunt. “So pretty and wet for me.”

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