Page 139 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
He inserts another finger and my body bucks.
"My God." Color sears his cheeks. "You’re so…" the tendons of his throat flex. "Beautiful, my Bird." He licks his lips and goddamn him, I sense that swipe deep inside in the most intimate part of me.
"You’re unique, exotic, one-of-a-kind, my Summer. Your every response is my salvation."
His words envelop me, sink into my blood, curl in my chest, satisfying something deep inside. Something I hadn’t acknowledged in all these years. That I’d wanted more than the physical. I'd hoped to meet someone who’d match me word for word. Who’d teach me, push my boundaries, understand why the trivia is more than sentences. More than emotions. They are images of my unsaid desires, that I can hold in the palm of my hand, relish in real life, in front of my eyes, just as he worships me. Here. Now. In this very moment, there is nothing else. Just me, him, and the pleasure he’s going to wring from my body.
"Sin."
"Tell me."
"I want you inside me."
His indigo eyes blaze. "Anything you need." He slips a third finger inside and my pussy spasms. Liquid heat drips from my core. I drag my fingers up the length of his dick, constrained by my position. I strain toward him "I want—"
"I know."
He pulls out his fingers and I am empty. Hollow. A shell of my former self. Ready to embrace—
He pushes away the food tray, then drags my fingers down, and onto the table in front of my face.
His eyes never lose their steady calmness. He’s a man close to reaching his goal. The one thing he’s sought since he’d stated his intent. My complete and utter destruction. My submission. And I’m giving it to him, willingly. "Take it."
"You possess me." His voice chafes my already sensitized nerve endings.
He loosens the buckle of his belt, drags down his zipper, and his cock springs free. There’s Sin… A whole lotta Sin there. And it’s all for me… At least for this instant. And after… After? Don’t go there.
"What’s wrong?"
He pauses, dick in hand. His fingers grasp the base of his thick length. It’s massive, veins run up its length, a drop of precum glints at the tip. Of course, I’d felt it inside me. But seeing him, naked, wanting, greedy for what I can give him… Is that right?
Is it only me that he wants to claim? The others? Why am I thinking of that? Do I have a claim on him?This entire marriage thing is getting to me. I was beginning to believe my own lies. Fake it till you make it has never sounded truer.
"Summer." His jaw flexes.
"I.."
"What do you need?"
"Thought you could read my mind."
He hesitates. "I don’t want to get it wrong."
"You won’t."
A vein throbs at his temple; his shaft pulses. So much emotion, so many secrets all coiled up under the surface. He’s not in control. It’s all a sham. A face he shows the world. A mask he wears, and I ripped it away from him. Sensations crawl inside my chest. I am getting to know this man too well. Too quickly. Everything is happening at breakneck speed and I am powerless to stop it.
He reaches down with his free hand and grips my nape. The strength of his intensity drips into my skin, and I swallow. I’ve never felt closer to anyone else, as much as I have in this instant.
He draws in a deep breath. "I can’t give you that."
I bite the inside of my cheek.
"I’ve always been up front about what I wanted."
Have you?
"I should have stopped before things got so out of hand, and for that I take the blame."
