Page 54 of Desperate Actions

“Eyes on me, Aella.”

Her lashes flutter, barely clinging to reality.

“That’s right.”

I press a hand to her throat, feel her pulse pounding beneath my palm, and thrust deep and slow.

“You take me so fucking good. Look how good you’re doing.”

She moans, sucking in a sharp, shaky breath, her entire body tensing beneath me.

I can feel it coming.

The moment she’s going to lose herself completely.

And I need it.

Need her to break.

Need her to fall apart for me one more time.

“Are you coming, Mama? Is my pretty pussy gonna milk me dry?”

She whimpers, her body clenching.

“Tell me.”

“Yes! Yes, Sammy, I’m coming!”

I groan, my head dropping to her shoulder, my body shaking with the force of my own undoing.

“Fuuuucckkk,” I growl, feeling her squeeze the life out of me, her orgasm ripping through her in waves.

I don’t hold back.

I can’t.

Not with her.

So I let go.

I bury myself deep, grind against her as I spill inside her, my entire body wrecked, shaking, ruined.

And in the aftermath, as we lay there, tangled, panting, marked by what just happened—I know.

I fucking know.

This wasn’t just sex.

This wasn’t just lust.

This waseverything.

Because I just claimedmy wife.

And she’s never going to be anyone else’s.

Chapter 16-Aella

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