Page 138 of Beautifully Reckless

Fuck. I want it to be more.

“Thanks Ma. We’ll see you in the morning,” I offer, and she nods, patting my cheek before stepping back and letting me pass.

The moment we disappear inside, my club cheers behind us, some crude obscenities flying amongst them as the chaos fades with each step I take.

My Angel’s handsare fisted in my shirt, gripping tightly like she’s afraid to let go, and the closer I get to my bedroom, the more noticeable her trembling becomes.

Shit.

I’m a patient man. We don’t have to consummate the marriage tonight or ever if she doesn’t want to. Hell, I’ll fuck my fleshlight for the rest of my miserable existance if I have to, but fuck, I want her. So fucking bad I ache with it. I want to sink inside her, feel her milk me. Stare into her eyes as we shatter together.

So, even though I know I can wait, I still want to push her a little to see how far she’ll let me go.

“Angel,” I rasp, stepping up to my door and entering the code, unlocking it. “Take some deep breaths for me.”

She nods, gripping my shirt tighter, her chest rising and falling like she knows what’s coming and has accepted it, but she’s struggling to remain calm.

I don’t fucking blame her.

After what she’s been through, I’m surprised I’ve managed to get as far as I have with her already. That she trusts me. That she’s here in my arms, shaking but staying.

Shit. It makes me want to protect her harder than I want to fuck her… almost.

Lingering in my doorway, I press my forehead to hers, just for a second. Just to feel her breath on my lips.

“You’re safe, baby. I got you.”

And I mean that more than anything I’ve ever said in my life.

She nods against me, a gentle whimper passing her lips, so I step into my suite, hearing the door click locked behind us and carry my wifeinto the living area, before lowering her to the sofa where she finally releases her death grip on my shirt.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Angel.” I eye her as I move to the kitchenette, taking out a cold beer and a bottle of water from the fridge. “We’re going to take things slow. You’re going to let me pleasure you, and do whatever it takes to have you begging for my cock.”

Approaching her with slow and deliberate steps, I hold out the bottle of water, her fingers brushing mine as she takes it, her caramel gaze never leaving mine.

“You think you can make me beg?” Her voice is quiet, yet laced with heat, and I smirk.

“Fuck yes, I do,” I growl, my voice thick with promise. “Angel, I can make you so fucking horny, there’ll be no way youwon’twant my cock buried deep inside you.”

Her lips part, cheeks flushing that gorgeous shade of pink, and I know my words are already steering her exactly where I want her.

“See. It’s already working isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Liar.” I chuckle, taking a swig of my beer as I lean against the wall by the guitars. “Pull up your dress, Angel. Show me your pussy.”

Her brows hitch, and she chokes on the water she was trying to swallow, slapping her hand against her chest.

“You can’t just say that.” She coughs again, eyes wide.

“Why not?” I step closer, my voice rough. “You’re my wife. We’re in our private space. We are both insanely attracted to each other. My cock is hard basically twenty-four seven when you’re around.” I watch her lips part as she sucks in a breath. “I’ve heard youcome. Watched the way your face looks almost pained when it hits. I’vetastedyou.Eatenyou.” I pause, letting my words simmer for a beat. “I fucking married you even after you imagined me as one of your fucking boy band crushes.”

She smirks at that, and I can’t help but smirk too. Hers cocky, mine feral.

“So yeah, Angel. I want toseeyour pussy. I want to see howwetyou are right now. I want you to hitch up that dress, part those thighs, and show me your sweet, pinkcunt.”

She stiffens at the word, just as I expected, so I move slow. Calm and deliberate.

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