Page 34 of Give It a Day
“Naughty, pretty boy.” She cups my face, pulling me back, so I can watch her eyes shimmer. “Maybe I won’t want an annulment either,ifyou satisfy my needs.”
“Oh, I’ll satisfy your needs, Kaye. And then some.”
Within the next seconds, I scoop her out of the tub along with me, stepping out as she holds onto me. We’re dripping wet, trailing water behind us, but I couldn’t care less.
I place her on the bed’s duvet, now damp from our wet bodies as I crawl on top of her.
“Be a good girl and put your wrists together for your husband.”
Heat coils low in my gut at the sight of her doing what she’s told. My cock that’s been achingly hard twitches against my abdomen. Obedience looks too good on her.
Though her brows knit in confusion, her body clearly trusts me, even if her mind doesn’t. At least, not completely yet. But it will.
Reaching for it on the floor, I take my belt in my hands, then make quick work tying her wrists together, pressing her silver bracelet into her skin. She watches me, breathless and shivering. She doesn’t cower, of course. Kaye might be a flight risk, but she’s no coward. She onlyretreats from feelings, not challenges.
She smiles, her wrists tugging at the belt around her wrists. “I thought it wasn’t about the ties thatbindus.”
“Let’s agree that for tonight—and any night you want this—that it is.” I crush my body against hers, then press more and more of my weight, until I hear her gasping for air. “So damn pretty when you can’t breathe, Kaye.”
Before she can say anything, I crash my mouth onto hers, desperate to taste her. She groans into the kiss, and I swallow the sound like it’s oxygen. My hands tangle in her hair, dragging her closer, like I could pull her under my skin if I just hold tight enough.
Her lips part and I take, take, take—because I can’t help it. It’s never enough. The way she kisses me back, unafraid, full of fire and needwrecksme. It feels like I can’t get enough.
I growl against her lips. “I love you.”
She deepens the kiss, moving her restrained wrists to wrap her arms around my neck. My heart pounds, violent and raw. Then she does the same with her legs, circling around my middle, drawing me impossibly more toward her. My ribs ache as if she’s prying me open from the inside out.
When she doesn’t say anything back, I pull away, looking into her eyes. I see something in there akin to love, yet she still won’t say it.
As if reading my mind, she says, “You’re it for me, Dae.” Her restrained hands leave my neck to cup my jaw.
I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of her touch. Her words do nothing to salve my craving for the exact words I want to hear.
But then she snaps me out of it when she lightly smacks my cheek. “Let that be fine enough for now.”
I open my eyes to give her a surprised but pleased look. “I’m not a man who settles, Kaye.”
I lose myself in her eyes. My heart flutters. That damn thing insideme flutters.
“But I will for you. I’ll be your anything.”
She smiles, and I can’t help but mirror it. “The wedding’s taken place. The ring’s on my finger. You made me yours. You’re alreadymyhusband.”
“That I am. And you’re my wife.” I grin. “You’re mine.”
“Then prove it, pretty boy.” Those lovely lips of hers part, and I expect her to tease me, but instead, she invitingly teases, “Ruin me.”
With a fire in my chest, I pin her restrained wrists above her head with one hand, while the other lines my shaft into her, stretching her wet center slowly. “Mine,” I grunt by her ear, trailing heated kisses down her neck.
“Yours…” she whispers before I crash our lips again, shoving my tongue past her moaning lips.
She moans louder as I dominate her in every sense—her lips, her pussy, her breast in my greedy hand while I still pin her wrists down with the other. Her legs tremble, dropping from my waist as they spread wide across the bed for me.
My thrusts are swift and steady, making her take the shape of my cock. I want her body to know only mine, to want only mine, to be mine and mine alone. So I piledrive into her, ramming into her tight warmth. She feels fucking incredible, and I want to whisper it right into her ear, but all I can manage are guttural grunts and longing groans.
And all I hear are my gratified noises harmonizing with her sharp, breathy moans. Along with that, the filthy sound of wet slaps surrounding us, her soaking wet pussy warming my cock so welcomingly.Symphony to my ears.
I look down between us, watching my length disappear into her, making me growl like I’m a man possessed.
