Page 39 of Deception & Desire

“You walked into that den of vipers looking like that withnothingon under your dress?” I growl as I come around back to her front.

“I had no intention of letting them know that,” she shoots back, jaw set stubbornly. It’s so sharp, yet it makes me want to kiss it…all of it.

My lips seek hers out immediately at the thought. Drawing her close by the back of the neck, I press my mouth against that stubbornness, eliciting a small gasp from her lips. “May I remind you that you are married.”

Fingers press tightly into my arms, holding me in place. Encouraging me on.

“I don’t hear my husband complaining.”

The hands trailing down her skin pause between her legs, where there is nothing preventing me from palming her sensitive nakedness.

Her gasp comes out as more of a moan. The sound is delicious and instantly goes straight to my cock.

“He’s not,” I whisper up her jaw.

For all her restraint, confidence, and pragmatism, it’s Mia who moves first.

In a flash, her arms are locked around my neck, holding me down to her level so that she can press her lips against mine.

It’s a filthy, filthy kiss. All teeth and tongue scraping against my own, drawing out hot, panting breaths from us both. I want all of it, need all of it. Every movement is such perfect evidence of her well-being; it soothes something deep within my soul.

My hand remains between her thighs, giving her something to grind upon as we battle for dominance. I practically whine in her mouth at her desperate thrusts.

She desires this; she desiresme.

And fuck, if that doesn’t tear me apart and unleash something entirely primal within me. I feel it in the way my fingers dig into her waist, possessively.

Mine, mine, mine.

I feel it in the strain of my pants, the way my teeth gorge themselves on her neck. Claiming, marking.

Mine, mine, mine.

“If you don’t fuck me soon, I will bite off your fucking ear,” she whispers far too close to the offending appendage.

Her voice is delirious in her desperation, a perfect match for my own feelings as I push a finger through the slickness between her thighs.

There’s a cry and then, “Not that.”

I ignore her, coating my finger before pushing it against her opening. She immediately slumps against me as I press it into her.

“Not again…not…” Her voice is strangled, barely indistinguishable from her groans. “Just fuck me, please.”

But it’s intoxicating the way she crumbles under the rhythm of my hand, like I’m the only thing holding her up. It’s so vulnerable, it’s so unlike the woman I have begun to get used to having in my life. No one gets to see her like this but me. It’s allmine.

“I want you to enjoy this.” I nuzzle into the side of her hair. “I want you to be able to take me comfortably.”

“F…f-fuck that,” she hisses.

I’m so distracted by the way she starts quivering that I don’t notice her arm reaching down to snatch my hand away. She gives me no time to retaliate, slipping out of my grip entirely and moving over to the bed.

“Fuck me. Now.” She looks angry. Fiery. Desperate. Her lips are swollen with the feverish kisses she just adorned my body with.

How can I deny her a goddamn thing?

I strip out of my pants immediately, my cock already thick and hard in my hand. I allow myself a stroke as I look down at her. Then another, as I reach the side table for the lube.

“I said,now,” she half-yells as I take my time coating myself thoroughly.

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