When I’m close, he growls so hard it vibrates, desperate to pull it out of me, to feel me come apart for him.
I happily oblige.
When my O hits, I go off like a rocket, drenching the sheets and his face as his smug, satisfied groan shakes my flesh.
I know he tastes it on his lips.
And when he kisses his way back up my body, chasing my lips, I taste myself, too.
There’s no question what comes next.
He frees his cock.
He grabs my wrists and pins them down.
He aims that feral glint in his eye straight at my soul.
“You come on this cock next, Hattie,” he commands. “You’re hot and ready as hell for me. Your taste doesn’t lie.”
I shiver.
But I fight to hold still, letting my pussy soak the head of his cock as he teases me, the last aftershocks of my last orgasm still fluttering through me.
I think he can feel them too.
His face screws up with need.
Yes. I want to scream it.Yes! Yes!
Instead, I stare up in awe, my entire body locked, overwhelmed with the need to feel him driving deep, scratching the itch he created.
Two halves of the same universe.
Together.
When he pushes in, he groans with such guttural fury I can’t breathe.
“I love you, Pages. But I’m going to fuck you to pieces,” he snarls. I whimper with delight before he rears back and slams into me again. “I fucking love you, Hattie Blackthorn.”
He swings so low it drives me wild, adding friction from his pubic bone.
With every breath, my nipples brush his chest, pulling me into his insanity.
I’m going to come again in minutes.
With him, on our honeymoon, my body knows no limits.
“My wife,” he growls, and the word drops through me like an anvil. “My gorgeous, adorable, thirsty littlewife. She fucks like a fallen angel.”
Holy hell.
“Ethan!” I squeeze his cock until I see stars.
My thighs tremble as my legs hook around him, pinching tight.
“Not yet, Pages. Hold on, just a bit longer.” He kisses my jaw, and every muscle in my body goes taut, humming with anticipation.
White noise fills my brain, this need to explode rising every time my heart throbs.