Page 7 of The Warrior
When I was done spanking her, Laura pushed up from my lap, brushed herself off, and looked at me with her shoulders squared. “I allowed you to spank me this time, but only because I feel bad about leaving you the way I did.” She pointed her index finger at me. “I’m warning you, though. This was the last time you put your hands on me without my permis...”
I pulled her back down on my lap before she could finish that sentence, and spanked her some more. When I was done, she was panting and my hand was buzzing from the blood rushing to it. “Stay!” I ordered her when she raised her head to push up again. My hand moved down her soft pants between her legs. If her dilated pupils hadn’t been enough to tell me she was aroused, the wetness between her legs gave it away. “Tell me you missed me.”
Laura’s face and neck were crimson in color, her mouth was a little open, and she gave a small moan when I let two fingers circle her clit. “Tell me, Laura.”
She drew in a deep breath, not breaking eye contact with me when she admitted, “I missedthis.”
“The spankings?”
“The sex.”
My strong hands lifted her to sit on my lap and I kissed her with a deep hunger. My thoughts spilled over and I mumbled into her mouth, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Laura responded by pulling up my shirt, and the way her hands roamed over my muscles, with appreciation, made me want her even more. If only all the fools who had accused me of being so lousy in bed that my woman ran away from me could see us now.
Her eyes were hooded and her voice sultry. “I missedthisa lot.”
“Good, because we have a lot of catching up to do. Hold on to me!”
Laura raised an eyebrow. “Say please.”
I snorted. “As if.”
She squeezed her thighs around my hips, holding herself up with her arms around my neck, when I stood up from the bed. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m still not going back to being your obedient wife,” she whispered with her lips puffy from our violent kissing.
With both hands free, I had no trouble ripping her soft pants and throwing the torn fabric to the floor. I half expected her to protest my ruining her clothing, but judging from Laura’s hungry kisses, it only aroused her.
I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. Laura was impatient and scratched my shoulders with her nails while placing kisses on the tattoo on my neck. At least our dry spell had increased her appetite for me. I grabbed her ass with both hands and positioned her just right. She felt wet and slick against my crown.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked while looking into her eyes.
“I belong to myself. I’m a free woman.”
I growled. “Wrong! You’re my wife.” I should have put her over my lap again, but the tip of my erection was sliding inside her and my reptile brain took over. It had been too fucking long since I’d been inside her, and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that ran like jolts of electricity from my scalp, down my spine, and all the way to my toes made me almost lose my balance.
“Fucking hell!” My voice was hoarse when I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“Ahhh,” she moaned.
“Oh yeah?” My eyes were only slits but I could still see the most beautiful woman in the world leaning her head back and smiling. Laura’s ginger-red hair was longer than it had been when she left. Her large blue eyes weren’t as naïve and youthful as I remembered them, but she was still absolute perfection to me.
“Don’t ever forget that this ass belongs to me.” I pressed my fingers into her creamy flesh and made circles on my hips, making sure to give her every inch of me.
Laura leaned her head to one side, exposing her neck. I marked her with my kisses and bites.
We were still in a bubble of sex when a knock on the door sounded. “Go away,” I shouted and put her down on the bed, enjoying the sight of my woman on all fours in front of me.
“But Commander, your brother…” Franklin called from outside the door.
My tone was hard and non-negotiable. “Unless the mansion is under attack I’m not available.” I hadn’t been inside my wife for six months and Khan would just have to wait.
My hands followed the curves of Laura’s firm round ass, and I bent over to plant my teeth in her soft skin. She looked over her shoulder, giving me an inviting smile. “What are you waiting for?”
I growled low, letting her know that I was in charge and that I didn’t appreciate her challenging me. Picking up a handful of her hair, I tugged hard enough for Laura to crane her neck back. With my other hand digging into her hip, I had her just where I wanted her. At my mercy.
After she’d denied me her body for six months, I wasn’t in the forgiving mood. I took her hard and punishingly, her body under attack from my seven-foot-tall, three-hundred-and-forty pound, muscled body.
“Ahh, Magni, yes, yes…”
