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Her palms came to my hips, fingers curling into my skin.
“We can do it like this,” she rasped softly. My heart raced against my ribs, ready to plunge my dick into her warm mouth, but I kept myself still. We’d do this at her pace.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I reminded her.
At the nod of her head, I slid the tip of my cock across her lips before I nudged it into her mouth. She eagerly took me in, but I paused every few inches to let her acclimate to my size until I was finally, blissfully, buried all the way down her throat.
A growl vibrated in my throat. Juliette’s eyes were locked on mine with her soft expression. Her gaze was dark and she was so brave. So fucking eager.
She sucked on my cock, her head bobbing back and forth. My head fell back, but I kept my eyes on her. My fingers gripped her hair as she kept taking me in and out. Her eyes welled with tears, and I stilled. “Too much?”
She shook her head and I pushed myself inside, deep into her throat. A groan vibrated in my chest and we worked up to a rhythm—starting slowly, then faster and harder. Juliette’s small noises and moans sent tiny vibrations up my cock.
“Fuck, that’s it, Wildling.”
Sweat beaded on my skin as I drove in and out of her mouth. The pressure built up at the bottom of my spine. Her warm mouth took me eagerly, taking every thrust with a moan deep in her throat. I didn’t last long. The silky warmth of her mouth, the sight of her breasts bouncing, and her eyes on me pushed me over the edge.
My orgasm slammed into me with the power of a hurricane. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I spurted deep into her throat, filling her. White cum trickled down her chin, but she ignored it as she swallowed every single drop.
I pulled out of her mouth, the buzzing still loud in my ears, my veins, and my head. I swept the cum off her chin and smeared it over her lip. Her tongue darted out, licking it clean, and I was hard again.
Just like that.
“Fuck, woman,” I rasped.
She blinked, a hazy expression taking over. I cupped her face, helping her up onto her feet. “Are you okay?”
“That was… wow.”
A sardonic breath left me. “I agree.”
I gave her a quick kiss before I scooped her up and carried her back onto the bed. Exhaustion and satisfaction lined her face.
She hadn’t complained about there being only one bed in the house since that first night. I interpreted it my way—she wanted to sleep with me too. Well, aside from the bed she ordered and I canceled but it was all semantics. Shewantedto sleep with me. I was just ensuring she got what she wanted.
I tucked her beneath the covers, then slid in beside her, pulling her into me.
CHAPTER42
Dante
The very next morning, my wife insisted we get out of bed early and get dressed.
“Why?” I grumbled. “It’s only eight and it’s the weekend.”
Something soft hit the back of my head. A pillow. Instead of throwing it back, I grabbed it, rolled over onto my stomach and put it on top of my head.
“Dante, get up,” Juliette insisted, nudging me back and forth. If I was a frail thing, I’d have whiplash.
“Shouldn’t you be exhausted, wife?” I mumbled.
“Not even close.” I could hear the smile in her voice. So I got rid of the pillow and turned onto my back. I loved her smiles. I wanted her smiles, her laughter, her everything. I stared at her for a moment, my eyes lingering on her face.
Juliette was breathtakingly beautiful, and when she smiled like this, she could bring the entire world down. Her eyes twinkled and my heart skipped a fucking beat.
I was so fucking in love with my wife, but deep in my black heart, I wondered if she’d ever feel a fraction of what I felt.
She hovered over me, her face close and I couldn’t resist cupping it, bringing her closer. The distance between us disappeared and I pressed my mouth to hers.
