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“Bed, now,” I hissed, dragging her toward the side of the yacht where our cabin was while she giggled softly.
Once there, I turned around, cupped her face, and ran a thumb across her cheek. “You’re my salvation, angel. I want to fuck you nice and slow, but I also want to take you fast and dirty.”
Her lips parted, a blush rising to her cheeks. She rose to her tiptoes and breathed three words against my lips: “Then do it.”
Satisfaction ran hot through my blood. I wanted everything from her—every thought, every breath, every kiss.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed, then undressed her, leaving her in nothing but a bra, heels, and panties. And something about seeing her sprawled there almost naked had my chest growing tight. I didn’t deserve her, but I was going to spend the rest of my life working on it.
“I love you, wife.” It was surprisingly easy to admit, something about it making me feel lighter.
She shifted up onto her elbows. “You do?”
“I do. It’s almost an annoying feeling, because it’s all I think about. Somehow you sneak between my every heartbeat. Every word, every thought, every breath becomes yours. It’s an exasperating feeling, and it’s bad for business, if I’m being honest.” Her mouth curved into a smile and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. “Luckily for me, my brother has been picking up the slack now thathislovesickness has worn off slightly. So yes, I love you, Ivy DiLustro. I love your loyalty. I love that you’re soft and strong. I love that you don’t run from my crazy.”
I sat here, professing my love. It wasn’t ideal, but fuck it. Nothing in this relationship had been ideal, but it was so fucking right.
Chapter Thirty-One
IVY
Every word that passed Christian’s lips filled my heart to the point of bursting. This man seemed to know my deepest desires and fears. He accepted them both.
“You’re not crazy,” I breathed. “Far from it.” In a short span of time, he’d come to know me better than anyone. He’d faced his demons for me—for us—and made our connection stronger.I loved him. “I meant every one of my vows. Ours might’ve been an unconventional beginning, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, Christian. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.”
Then he kissed me, rough and consuming, as I ripped open his shirt, sending the buttons clattering to the wood floor. He yanked it off while I fumbled with his belt and pants, my desire boiling to a frenzy.
He shed the remainder of his clothes and then he stilled, watching me with reverence in his eyes.
“Fuck, angel… Wife… You’re beautiful.”
I lowered my gaze to my emerald lacy bra, matching panties, and pair of nude heels, then returned to look at him. “I’m glad you think so,” I murmured. “Because you’re stuck with me.”
The corners of his lips lifted. “Thank God for that.”
He slid his calloused hand down my inner thigh, only to trace it back up and cup my sex over the silky material of my thong. His free hand tugged my strapless bra down, freeing my breasts so they sat atop the padded cups. For several heartbeats, he just stared at them before he brought his half-lidded, lust-filled gaze up to mine and removed my bra.
He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, his other hand dragging my thong down my legs. Lowering himself to his knees, he threw them to the side, his gaze focused on the little patch of hair between my thighs.
His eyes darkened and a shiver rolled through me.
He shouldered my legs apart, leaving me open to him, and began to devour me. When he came up for air, his eyes dazed, he draped my legs over his back, then stood up with me seated on his shoulders.
My back pressed against the wall for support while his face buried in my pussy, he made the most erotic sounds. Like he was eating delicious, ripe fruit. He was loving every second of this moment just as much as I was.
The growl of satisfaction that escaped him vibrated against me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, grinding myself against his mouth.
The pleasure was overwhelming. All-consuming. My thighs trembled, resisting the orgasm that was just out of reach, wanting to stay like this for the rest of my days.
“Christian… Oh, God…” I breathed, a bead of sweat trickling down my breasts. “I’m so close.”
A scrape of teeth against my clit and the orgasm barreled into me. My eyes rolled back in my head, my spine arching off the wall.
Waves of pleasure short-circuited every single cell in my body.
Pulsing. Vibrating. Energizing.
