Page 83 of A Touch of Fate

Samuel didn’t come to bed until the early morning hours. I had just turned off the lights because I was too agitated to sleep and had finished my book when I heard him coming up the stairs. The door opened and light spilled in, illuminating my tall, broad husband. He’d already gotten rid of his tie, and his shirt was half unbuttoned. As usual, the sight of Samuel’s toned body tightened my belly in the most torturous way. I had never felt desire this acute.

Something in Samuel’s expression told me he’d drunk again, maybe even more so than usual, maybe to prove a point. To prove that he was in control of his choices, of himself.

“You’re late,” I said into the silence. Samuel came into the dark room but left the lights in the hallway on. He unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it on the floor. Then he stalked toward the bed. I wondered if he wanted to continue our argument. His pissed expression suggested it, but instead, he bent over me, cupped the back of my head, and slammed his mouth down onmine. I gasped against his lips, and his tongue slipped in. As expected, he tasted like the expensive whiskies lining the shelves in his office. The taste was pleasant, a little smoky and sweet, but I still hated that he’d drunk to prove a point. His tongue teased mine, and soon sparks seemed to fill my body, and heat gathered between my legs.

He dragged his lips away and tugged down my nightgown before he sucked my breast into his mouth. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. His motions were less inhibited, almost wild, as he licked and sucked at my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple several times.

“Samuel,” I got out in a shaky whisper. “Are you—”

“I don’t want to talk,” he rasped. “I want to eat you and then fuck you.”

Maybe I should have stopped him. Solving our problems with sex seemed like a recipe for disaster, but I yearned for him.

He slid down my body, shoved my panties down and my legs apart, and then he sucked my clit hard. I cried out, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. He released my clit after another slightly softer tug and pushed his tongue into me. I gasped as he slammed his tongue into me hard and fast and spread me even wider open for better access. His stubble lightly scratched my ass cheeks and inner thighs, and the friction turned me on even more. He’d never been this dominant and demanding before. I squirmed helplessly on the bed, my fingers digging into the sheets, my shock-widened eyes peering up at the shadowy ceiling as Samuel teased my opening relentlessly with his tongue. There was something animalistic about his unrestrained, barely controlled touch. I risked a glance down but could only see his blond head and hear him. He didn’t let up his penetration. I rocked my hips desperately, wanting to be touched where I throbbed fiercely. Samuel pulled back, and I whimpered. “Hold still,” he ordered in a low growl.

I bit my lip, my nails scratching over the linen, waiting for Samuel to continue, but he waited almost a minute as if he wanted to see if I would obey him and really lie still. His fingers spread me open, and I shuddered at his touch. Then he pushed his tongue into me so very slowly, still not touching my clit. He slid back out unhurriedly. I was incredibly aroused, almost delirious with the need to come. Samuel circled my opening with his tongue, and I moaned. “Samuel, I need—”

“No,” he clipped, then fucked me slowly with his tongue again. I squeezed my eyes shut, panting.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take of Samuel’s teasing. Maybe it was even a sort of punishment. Samuel’s tongue brushed up and down, sometimes so lightly the touch seemed almost nonexistent, sometimes demanding and hard, but it never grazed my clit where I needed his touch the most. Soon, he turned his attention back to my opening. His tongue began to circle me, teasing me again. Even though he never touched my clit, I could soon feel an insistent pounding in my sensitive nub. Maybe I would come without being touched there.

He pulled away, and I whined in protest. He chuckled low in his throat. “I love how wet you are. I can taste how much this turns you on. You are dripping on my tongue.”

Embarrassment washed over me, and I felt myself blush fiercely. Luckily, Samuel couldn’t see it, but he probably knew. I’d never been this wet, not even close, but Samuel’s touch lit my body on fire.

“You’re going to come now,” he growled.

He slammed two fingers into me and sucked my clit, and I shattered under the force of the pleasure.

I could feel my flesh pulsating against his mouth as I shoved my head into the pillow, my fingers raking over the sheets. Samuel groaned against me.

I was still reeling from my orgasm when Samuel pushed to his feet and rolled me over on my belly. I heard him open his belt, and the rustling of his clothes told me he was getting naked. My core clenched in anticipation even though I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take at this point. His weight pressed down on me, his hot breath against my shoulder as he kissed me there, then my throat. I panted against the pillow, unable to move. He rubbed his tip along my opening until I was panting for more. Holding my hips, he pushed into me.

My breathing hitched when he settled all the way inside me. I felt so full, and the angle offered a new, more intense sensation.

“You feel good, Emma,” he murmured, his lips grazing my cheek as he slowly eased out of me before he thrust back inside.

He snaked his arm under me and pressed his finger against my clit. The intense pressure of my clit and his deep thrusts soon had me moaning uncontrollably into the pillow.

Samuel always made me forget everything else in these moments when our bodies joined. The feel of him on top of me, inside me, his warm breath against my neck, his deep moans…became my sole existence until stars exploded before my eyes and the waves of pleasure coursing through my body blasted away all else.

His release spilled into me, and I shivered under a new wave of pleasure. Samuel became slack on me, his breathing still hot on my neck and his cock softening inside me.

His finger still pressed against my clit but didn’t move anymore. I wanted to stay like this forever. I didn’t want to return to being mad at each other.

Yet Samuel took a deep breath and got off me. I stayed on my belly, too exhausted to move. Samuel moved in the room and returned a moment later with a washcloth that he used to gently clean me. The caring gesture made my heart thud madly in my chest. Then he stunned me by kissing my ass cheek. “I love yourass. It’s beautiful like the rest of you. Beautiful inside and out.” His words were laced with tiredness and alcohol. Had the whisky spoken? Or had it only teased out words that he’d usually keep to himself?

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

Samuel stretched out beside me and fell asleep without another word, his breathing deep and low.

I was wide awake. My pulse was still racing, and Samuel’s words kept repeating in my head. They had been tender and affectionate. I could feel myself falling for him, having already had a crush on him even before we’d married.

But should I turn a blind eye to his struggles for now? Should I allow our bond to grow before I tried again?

Would he ever even let me get close enough to admit any problems to me?

I glared at the whisky in my hand. Since Emma’s words, every drop had tasted bitter, laced with guilt. What right did she have to judge me? She didn’t know anything about me. Even if I drank a bit too much on occasion, with the shit I had to deal with on a daily basis, this was to be expected.

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