Page 154 of Dirty Husband
He likes when it marks his skin. I can tell from the way he growls. From the way his eyes light up when he spots the stain.
He's out there. In the room. I can hear his footsteps. I can sense his presence. Somehow, I can feel him. It's a new ability.
A Shepard sense.
Or maybe it isn't new. Maybe it's something that's been dormant for a long time.
He is a part of me. Whatever happens after this year, he'll always be a part of me. Though, right now—
I'm past insane. Because, right now, I want more than the year. I want the forever he requested.
I want all of it.
Love. Marriage. Family.
Mr. and Mrs. Marlowe and all their adorable kids.
That's not in the cards. He can't promise to love me. But he can make my entire body buzz. And that's—
Fuck.
His footsteps move closer. Then it's his knuckles against the stall door.
"Yes." My words are impossibly high-pitched. I'm light. I'm floating.
"Open the door."
I unclick the lock.
He pushes it open then presses it closed. His eyes go wide as he looks me up and down. There's no more tension on his face. There's no uncertainty to his expression.
Only desire.
Pure, raw, primal need.
"Princess." He presses his palms into the mirrored door. "Or maybe I should call you angel?"
I shake my head. I like him calling me princess. It's ours.
"My bride."
My chest warms. My sex clenches.
"You wearing this under your wedding dress?"
"Maybe."
His fingers curl into the mirror. "Turn around."
I shift on my heels.
His voice gets gruffer. Firmer. "Put your hands on the floor."
I spread my legs a little wider. Then I reach for the floor, one inch at a time.
He lets out a low groan as my fingers graze the carpet. "You trying to drive me crazy, princess?"
"Isn't that the idea of lingerie?"
