Page 148 of Unveil
I gasp. “You changed the cot!”
Looking around, I finally see everything Orion’s done for us—forme. The mattress, linens, the freshly lacquered walls, the cleaned hearth. And everything is decorated in the same rich, deep reds and greens I love in his home.Ourhome.
“Gave everything a little upgrade,” he says proudly.
I eye him. “The outhouse?”
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he jokes, taking off my shoes and socks then toeing off his own. He growls, every word punctuated by removing a new piece of clothing. “Right now… I just wanna fuck my wife.Good and slow. I’m gonna savor every inch of your warm, soft pussy.”
“I’m your fiancée now, you know,” I whisper, licking my lips.
He shakes his head. “You’ve always been my world.”
On the last, he frees his rock-hard cock from his boxer briefs, and my mouth waters to taste the bead of precum gleaming at the tip. His eyes darken as he takes himself in hand. I lick my lips and flick my eyes up to his.
“Please, Orion?”
He groans and threads his other hand through my hair to cradle the back of my head. “Only a taste.”
I nod eagerly as he brings me closer, my mouth open and tongue waiting. The way he looks at me when the smooth, velvet head glides past my lips—eager, focused attention on my mouth, jaw clenching with restraint—makes me moan. The slightly salty flavor hits my tongue, and I wrap my mouth around him tight.
He hisses and pulls me slowly down his cock. I hollow my cheeks, opening my throat to take him deeper, and he tilts his head back.
“Goddamn, Luna,” the curse comes out low and rough, making my nipples perk.
I swirl my tongue around the underside, but then he’s suddenly tugging me off by my hair. I suck as hard as I can as he withdraws, popping out of my mouth.
“I said a taste, don’t make me fuck your mouth so hard I choke you again.”
My lips curl. “But I liked it.”
“No.” His voice brooks no argument, but his other hand caresses my cheek as he leans down. “Right now, I want my cock where it’s supposed to be. Inside my wife’s perfect cunt.”
He crawls over me on the bed, then peels off my tank and sports bra with one motion. Curling his fingers around the waistband of my tennis skirt, he pulls it down, and I lift my hips to help him slide off both it and my panties.
Then he’s on me, one hand around his cock as he notches himself at my entrance, the other gentle on the back of my neck as he whispers against my lips.
“Okay. What I said earlier, that question that wasn’t a question? You can answer it now.”
I smile. “Yes.”
He pushes into me slowly, making us both groan. Just when I’m ready for him to plunge inside, he pauses halfway. I push up my hips, but he nips my bottom lip.
“Nah, ah, ah. Say the rest.”
“Yes,” I answer instantly and he pushes in a few more inches as I breathe. “Yes, Orion Fury, I’ll marry you. I want to be reckless with you too.”
“That’s a goodfuckinggirl,” he groans as he seats himself fully inside me.
I hum my appreciation and wrap my arms around his shoulders, eager to feel him move. When he does, he’s slow, deep, intentional, and possessive in every stroke. They end with a curve of his hips, hitting that spot inside me, and even though he’s easing in and out of me more deliberately than ever, it’s no less primal.
His gaze, green and brown, brown and green, the perfect depiction of duality, takes me in like I’m precious, and the words I’ve grown to feel more of each and every day roll off my tongue.
“I love you, Orion Fury.”
Those words are his own button, so to speak. His eyes flash, like he’s still surprised I’m head over heels for him. Then he grabs my ass hard, and his wicked grin goes straight to my pulsing clit, followed by a possessive growl that envelops me in a full-body shiver.
“I love you too, Luna Fury.”
