Page 145 of Devious Kingpin
She dragged a hand down my body and fisted the hem of my shirt in her grip. Pulling slightly away, her blue eyes met mine, shining brightly like stars in a clear night sky. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted.
“W-what?” she questioned, her lips back on my neck and moving as she murmured, “Please don’t tell me you want to take it slow now. I might burst.”
A choked laugh escaped me. She was the only one who could make me laugh. I wrapped my hand around her long hair and pulled her back so I could see her eyes. Her expression. Our faces were so close I could see her dilated pupils and the blush warming her cheeks.
“Do you need to take it slow?” I grunted. “We have all the time in the world.”
Beneath my fingers, her body quivered. My hard cock strained against the zipper of my pants. And my heart… Jesus Christ… it thumped erratically in my chest. Needing this. Needingher. That organ had been beating in my chest only for her for as long as I could remember.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t need to take it slow,” she whispered, leaning into my touch as I grazed my thumb down the length of her throat before sweeping it back up, caressing her.
“Do you want to cuff me?” I offered. Her breath hitched and satisfaction curled through me, a pleasure wrought from the darkest depths of hell until it felt like heaven. In my entire life, I had never been cuffed until she came into my world. I feared if I ever got arrested, I’d get a boner because it would remind me of her.
“No cuffs,” she murmured, her grip on the fabric tightening. “Let’s see what you can do with your hands, husband.”
I hissed out a breath at the coy flirtation. God, this woman! She was brave, strong, loyal. Everything I needed.
I sat down on the bed, Juliette on my lap.
“If you change your mind, you tell me.” When she blinked her lustful eyes in confusion, I added, “About cuffing me.”
Then I captured her mouth again, stealing her breath away. Just the way she stole my heart. I wanted to own her. Possess all her moans and shudders.
My free hand traveled down her back, sinking south to the base of her spine. I squeezed her ass and then twisted her around, yanking her blue dress over her head. She took initiative and did the same with her tights, yanking them off. It left her in a bra and panties, looking like temptation.
My wife.
“Your clothes,” she murmured. “Off.” She didn’t have to say it twice. Shifting her onto our bed, she watched me, kneeling and waiting. The sight was so fucking submissive, it made my balls ache. I had never stripped off so fast in my entire life. A small smile played around her lips, and when I raised my eyebrow, she said, “I have never seen anyone strip so efficiently.”
I leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip, my hands coming around her back and unclipping her bra. “That’s me, Wildling. Efficient. Now, get rid of your panties.”
She shifted on the bed and took her panties off. On her hands and knees, I couldn’t resist tapping her ass with the palm of my hand. Not hard, but strong enough to leave a mark on her pale skin.
Her moan shattered the silence in the room. She didn’t jump to her feet. Didn’t hide her ass from me. Instead, I watched in amazement as her ass pinkened, pushing back into my touch.
She turned her head, meeting my gaze over her shoulder. “Again.”
“What?” I husked in surprise. Her shoulders trembled when I leaned forward, draping my front over her spine. Her mouth curved into a smirk. The dare burned in her blue eyes.Kiss me. Ruin me. Love me.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” she said, her tone husky. Tempting. Her ass thrust back into the palm of my hand. “Again.”
The temptation was like liquid heat in my veins. The skin tightened across my back and my cock throbbed with the raw need. Precum glistened on the tip of my shaft, ready for her tight pussy. I feared my control would snap.
I spanked her round, rosy ass again. Another moan. I could come, just from this. Her sounds and the visual of my handprint on it.
She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze trailing down my body and lingering on my cock. Her blue eyes darkened.
“I love you, Dante. I want to burn with you. Feel you. Talk to you. Sleep with you. Just you.” Fuck. With my head pounding—both of them—I slipped my hand, fingers spread wide, over her throat. I angled her head to the left and then trailed my mouth over the sensitive skin behind her ear. A shudder tore through her, and her head fell forward with a moan.
“I love you, Wildling. It’s always been you.”
My cock pressed against her ass and she ground against it while I tugged her earlobe between my teeth, then lower, a bite to the juncture of her throat and shoulder. A shuddering moan slipped from her lips and her hips rocked backward against my hand. Needy and wanting.
For me. Just for me.
“Don’t move,” I ordered.
But, Juliette being Juliette, she flipped her hair over one shoulder and the fire in her eyes challenged me. Taunted me.
