Page 102 of War

“What do you need to come? You want my fingers? My tongue?”

She glares at me. “I want your cock, Tyler Warren. Give me my husband’s cock. Now.”

I can’t hold back my laughter. I love her like this. “Fine.”

At my acquiescence, her eyes practically glow. I remove the vibrator and throw it without worrying about turning it off. The sound of the buzzing is drowned out by her moan as I stand and lift her into my arms.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask as I press her against the door and grind against her, sliding against her hot sex.

“I’m done holding back. Make me yours, Tyler.” With her forehead pressed to mine, she watches as I line myself up.

“You’ve been mine since we saidI do.” I tease her clit with my piercings, pulling another moan from her.

“We never saidI do.” Despite how out of her mind with need she is, her smart-ass taunts are on point.

She’s laughing at her own comment as I slam one palm against the door and plunge inside her. Instantly, the sound dies. Half a second later, I know I’m in trouble. I underestimated how it would finally feel to be this connected to her. I’ve never been a saint, but it’s been a long time since I’ve touched another woman. Already, this is entirely different from anything I’ve experienced. The heat of her steals my breath, consuming me in a way I can’t comprehend.

As she cries out, I cover her mouth with mine, greedy for every sound, every moan, every whimper. They’re all mine. She belongs to me, and I feel irrationally possessive and protective over this moment.

“Fuck, we should be in a bed.” Even as I say it, I pound into her fiercely. There’s no taking it easy. She feels too good. Everything about this moment istoo good.

“Who needs a bed when we have a perfectly good door?” She tightens her legs around me and circles her hips as she scrapes her nails down my neck beneath my shirt.

“Baby, you deserve so much better than this.”

“No, I deserve you,” she gasps, her lips brushing mine.

There’s nothing left to say. I love her. I can’t not tell her.

“I think maybe they went down there.”

I slow my thrusts and cover my wife’s mouth at the sound of a voice nearby.

“Shh,” I say as she whimpers beneath my palm.

My thighs burn as I slow my movements, but I don’t stop. If anything, the ache only grows more as we try to stay quiet.

“Ava, you down here?”

Her eyes bulge comically above where I’ve got my whole hand over her mouth.

“What the fuck is he doing following you?” I growl, my thrusts getting angrier.

“Ava,” Xander says, closer now. “I know you’re avoiding me, but I just want to talk.”

Thrust.

“Please, Ava. My brother disappeared. Not sure when he’ll be back, but while he’s gone, I need to know: did he force you into this?”

The grin on my face is so wide it hurts. “Have anything to say, Vicious?”

Thrust.

I slide my hand off her mouth, and a second later, she bites her lip.

“Ava, please. I know I fucked up, but marrying my brother is ridiculous. Let me get you out of this.”

I lick her lips. “You want out of this, baby?”

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