Page 131 of Ink Deep Devotion

My muscles flinch at the impact of her words. This is a new side, uncaring and cruel. I deserve every slice of it.

I turn her towards me, hands grasping the sleeves as I push her dress down her body. And like a falling flag, I follow the dress until I’m on my knees in front of her. Her silk wedding dress lies under me like a treasure of victory from a battle Ihad just won. My lips press against her warm stomach, hands grabbing her hips as I inhale her scent.

She wants a memory. I do, too. It wasn’t just her being caged. My heart would be as well.

“I would die for you, Mila King.” I voice her new name; her body shakes in response.

“A king has a queen.” She shakes her head.“I’m no queen, more like your dirty whore you shove aside and keep in the shadows. Your queen will be the woman you hire to fool the world.”

Her confidence slips when she absorbs my anger.“You don’t cherish whores, and I value you, Mila; I cherish you enough to keep you away.”

“You shouldn’t have married me.”

“You and I couldn’t break that contract if we tried. It was set in stone. I wouldn’t have tried either.” I grab the straps of her sandals and slip them off; her skin feels like untouched silk as I run my fingers up her ankles, calves, and then inner thighs.“Your father married you off for a reason. He’s not able to protect you. I can live knowing you hate me but are safe.”

She blinks and looks away.“Just make me believe it.”

I grab the hem of her white lace thong and roll it down her legs. Her chest rises and falls faster as I nudge her back, her legs hitting the mattress where she falls gracefully, like a feather landing on a pond. Everything that makes her beautiful, all those delicate details, is about to fade under my touch.

Her knees shake when I force them open for me. She’s already wet. I find her eyes, but she looks towards the pillow in shame. Leaning closer, I run my nose along her inner thighs, then my lips as I slowly kiss her until my lips close over hersex.Her body tenses, relaxes, and then tenses again. Over and over like a melody on repeat. I kiss and suck her into my mouth, slipping my tongue past her folds and into her tight pussy. Her legs try to close around me, but I lean closer, using my shoulder to force them open.“Mine for the night,” I growls as I press my tongue over her clit.

“Dash!” Her body bucks in response, feet inch up, wrinkling the sheets. I kiss her, swirling my tongue around her, licking and sucking, tasting every drop.

“I don’t have to make you believe anything.” I pull away, mouth glistening with her arousal.“The proof is right here, in the way your body reacts to my touch. My body does the same. It’s aching, throbbing to be inside of you, little fox.” I spread her legs wider, keeping them open for me as I plunge my tongue into her again and again.

Her hands grab my hair greedily as she forces my head to remain where it is. Her juices fill my mouth; moans deafen my ears. If I only have one night inside of her body, I’m going to use every second I am granted.

I swirl my tongue then suck suddenly, forcing her orgasm to come violently. I pull away, watch as her body shakes and absorbs the pleasure, then I press my thumb against her now swollen clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from her. Mila is like a piano; everywhere I touch, she sings for me. Whether it’s my fingers, cock, or even a gentle kiss in the crook of her neck, she purrs for me.

“Tell me,” she pants as she lay open on my bed. Her breasts slip free of her white lace bra as a sprinkling of sweat now rests between them.

I stand hovering over her as I strip my clothes off, needing to replace the fabric with her flesh.“I,” My knee lands between her wet thighs, keeping them open,“love you, Mila King.”

I grab her hips and drag her along the mattress closer to me, like a baker spreading icing over a cake before taking a naughty lick from the spoon.“And I wish I didn’t,” I growl as I lower myself over her, looking her in the eye. Then I bend down and kiss away her tears before I push my tongue inside her mouth, letting her taste our mixture of twisted passion.

“I wish we weren’t sick. I wish our love was pure.” She breathes, then she cups my jaw and kisses me back, sucking my tongue into her mouth.

“I wish I never met you.” My palms open wide as they cup her small, soft breasts. They are the perfect fit. I never want to let go. I want to hold onto them like magnets that cling to each other, unwilling to be torn apart.

I squeeze her nipples and then comfort them with my tongue.“I love you so bad it hurts.” I glide my throbbing cock up and down her sex, not pushing inside just yet.

“Every single day, I open my eyes in pain, knowing I love you.” I line myself up to her opening and push lazily inside her welcoming slick walls; each inch I take forces her lips to part for me in a purring soft moan that I then kiss and swallow.

I roll my hips up, pushing and shoving as deep as I can go. Her back arches, hands fly over her head as she fists the sheet.“Hands on me,” I order her, but she grabs more of the sheet between her fingers.

“Little fox,” I shake my head,“My wife has her hands on me when I fuck her; her nails will dig into my skin, not the bed sheet.”

The haze clouding her eyes dims slightly.

“If we’re going to make a fantasy, then we’re doing it down to the dirty details.” My voice is deep, on the edge of losing control, but there is a gentle pleading mixed with sorrow that she acknowledges.

Her throat rolls, eyes glisten.Don’t cry, baby. Please.

Her fingers release the sheet, grabbing my shoulders instead.I kiss her gently, lovingly, the kind of kiss a husband would give his wife after they set up their Christmas tree, a kiss welcoming the future.

Her sex embraces me as more wetness drips out of her and onto me.“Call me your husband.”

Her exhale hits me, filled with anguish. Her hands slide from my shoulders to my jaw.“Husband.”

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