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“Drive me crazy,” he mumbles against my lips.

“What else?” My pussy is still clenching around him. His pace quickens just a beat.

“You make me so fucking hard, I feel like a fucking teenager—out of control, desperate. Like I’d fucking burn down the world just to get inside you. And when I tasted you after all this time…” I feel his moan all the way down to my tippy toes. “I could live and die in your pussy, Cass. I could?—”

Whatever he was going to say is choked off by his Adam’s apple, and it works as if to free the words, but they’re lost. The veins in his chest and neck thicken with every thrust. He swells inside me, and I gasp at the slick friction.

My pulse gallops, my hands roaming, wishing I could read his mind, wishing I knew exactly what he wants so I can give itto him. But there is only that one, vital thing he needs, and I can supply it.

“Show me,” I whisper. “I want to see.” The depth and weight of every thrust, the pressure I can see reaching the top tells me everything I need to know. “Come inside me,husband.”

A hiss becomes a groan, his lashes fluttering, jaw flexed, teeth bared—with a deep drive of his cock, he slams into me, staying there for only a heartbeat. His lips part in a silent cry, his face tensing in pain and pleasure, and he comes like thunder, pumping and fucking and emptying himself into me until everything in me is him.

Never has anyone been mine but him.

And no one but him has ever deserved to possess me.

When he collapses, drawing me into his trembling arms, the last ten years of my life disappear.

I just wish they’d stay gone.

CHAPTER 38

SUDS AND SNACKS

WILDER

Hours later, I’m mesmerized by the sight of thick, ropey come spurting from the slick head of my cock. But that’s nothing compared to the vision of her fair skin painted with my pearly seed.

It takes me down, my knees giving way and body trembling as I collapse half on top of Cass and half on the bed. My vision is blurry after a second of momentary blindness, but I can see her just fine, her red hair shocking against the white sheets. Her chest heaves, and I take in the mess I’ve made, my cock still pulsing. Her breasts and neck are streaked with come, an errant stream on her cheek, despite my efforts to contain the chaos.

Should have known that was pointless when she commanded me to come on her.

Panting, she smiles at me. Panting, I kiss the fuck out of her.

I thumb the mess from her cheek and look her over again, shaking my head. The milky ropes have started to drip into every valley they can find—between her breasts, into the slope between ribs that’s only visible when she gulps air. But when Isee the hollow of her throat pooling with come, I’m not sure if I’ll make it through the night without a major cardiac event.

Honestly, I’m surprised I’ve lived this long.

“Don’t move,” I say, kissing her briefly before rolling out of bed. My knees are jelly, and I stagger for a step before righting myself.

“But I—” She starts to get up as I round the bed, and I give her a look of warning.

“I’m not just being bossy—you’re covered in come. Just lemme get a towel.” I chuckle when she flushes, but when she saysYes, sir, I stop dead and give her a different warning look altogether.

When I return with a towel and a damp washcloth, she’s exactly where I left her.

“That’s a good girl,” I rumble with a smirk. She’s pretty much in the middle of the bed, so I sit on the edge as I clean her up, getting the bulk of it with the dry towel and discarding it with a toss. “You’re a mess,” I note, catching her eye for a beat when I clean her cheek.

“Your fault.”

I tilt her chin to expose her neck so I can wipe it off. “I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t asked.”

“I don’t think I asked so much as demanded.”

“I never could tell you no.”

“Ooh, I might have to test that.” She giggles, squirming when I detail the hollow of her throat, sadly empty now.

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