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I bite his lower lip, and he responds with a growl, pressing me to the wall.

“In that case,” he says, “we’d better find some privacy. Because I’m gonna fuck you like my life depends on it, and as much as I’d like to do it right here, your father wouldn’t appreciate it.”

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Leon

It burns me that Emery thought I didn’t want her.

I lay beside her these last three nights, almost feverish with the need for her, but I didn’t want to put that pressure on my sweet wife after the horrendous near-death experience she’d had.

Now I discover she’d been hoping I’d reclaim her body all along?

Holy shit.She’s about to get her wish.

Alec’s house is full of bedrooms, and the one we chose is at the very top of the building, with a panoramic balcony and an ensuite.

I waxed poetic about the views, but I like it mainly because it’s as far as possible from everyone else, and the sound of spanks and groans won’t carry themselves to my father-in-law’s keen ears.

Finally, she’s beneath me, her glorious warmth mine to explore. She’s so beautiful, so alive, and I’ll be thankful for this second chance until the day I die.

“Leon,” Emery says, her voice muffled against my lips. “You’re a freak. What are you?—”

I’m gone. I haven’t got a modicum of control to cling to, and my hands are everywhere, sliding beneath her dress and reaching for her sweet wetness.

“I’ll slow it down, I promise.”

I reluctantly release her for the moment it takes to undo my zipper, and my cock springs free, over-engorged and throbbing.

I’m not prepared to waste time taking off our clothes. Emery gasps as I yank her dress up to her waist and pull the fabric of her panties aside.

The scent of her arousal hits me, and I lower my weight onto her, my smooth tip finding her entrance easily.

“I need a minute,” I say, rubbing myself up and down her folds, catching her clit with each pass. “A minute to rail you damn hard. If I come, then so be it, but I won’t leave you hanging either way.”

I press my fingers around her throat, thrilled by the beat of her pulse against my thumb. With a nudge of my hips, I give her a couple of inches, and she closes her eyes, her mouth dropping open.

“Give me permission to fuck you,” I whisper. “You’re my wife, my queen. I’m hanging on your words.”

I kiss her gently even as my hand squeezes tighter. “Please,moya zhena, pomiluy. Take pity on me.”

Her lips curl into a smile, and I realize she’s owning her power. All my strength is hers to command—to own—and she knows it.

“Do it, Leon,” she says. “Fuck me.”

I slide in to the hilt in one slow movement, hissing through my teeth as her tightness eases up to make way for me.

Her clinging heat is heavenly, and I allow the surge of pleasure to abate before adjusting my position.

“Look at me,” I say.

Emery’s eyes fly open, and I moan as I withdraw, plunging back into her pussy hard enough to make the bed shake. She locks her gaze onto mine, and I gather speed, my cock skewering her deep.

Fuck, yeah.That’ssodamn good.

The slick friction is already easing the throbbing, and the veins in my cock no longer aching with tension, but if I keep moving, it’ll go the other way pretty damn quick.

My wife’s breathy cries are music to my ears, a tune only I can play. Her sounds, plus the eye contact, spark a fire deep in my abdomen.

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