Page 85 of Thorns of Deceit
“Aiden,” she gasped. “Oh… God… I?—”
“Come for me!” I roared, tearing my mouth away.
She screamed my name, thrashing and trembling against the force of the climax ripping through her.
I thrust into her clenching pussy as she broke apart around me, my forehead pressed against hers, my own orgasm spiraling me into the void, where there was nothing except for us. My wife and I.
I came harder than ever before, spurting inside her and filling her with my seed.
An unfamiliar peace settled over me, catching me off guard as I rolled to the side, taking her with me. Her breathing was heavy and we stayed locked together, our pulses frantic. Her body was soft and pliable as I gently eased out of her.
I nibbled her neck affectionately, her chest rising and falling, and I could feel myself growing hard.
“Again?” she asked in surprise, nuzzling her face into my neck. “I thought older men lost their stamina.”
I chuckled, groaning as she raked her fingernails through my hair and along my scalp. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”
My cock was stiff, the thirst for her unquenchable. It had to be the fact that I’d dreamed about her for five years, mourned her, and now… she was here. Very much alive and very much ready to give herself over to me.
“Before you do, can I take a shower?” she murmured with a sated expression, her eyes closed.
A part of me wanted to forbid her to shower so she’d smell like me. Jesus Christ, I was fucking losing it.
“Great idea,” I quickly said. “We’ll take one together.”
Shifting slightly, I laughed as I watched her wrap the silky cream bedsheet around her before she stood up.
She shot me a glare. “What’s so funny?”
“I’ve seen you naked, Raven. No need to hide your body from me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
She moved around the room, muttering about her pain-in-the-ass husband and how she needed her skincare.
“How long will it take your brothers to bring my stuff?” she asked as she spun around, her green eyes darkening with desire, and I stilled as she trailed her gaze over my body. Raven was a wanton woman and I was more than glad for it.
“If they’re smart, they won’t come back tonight,” I drawled. “Otherwise, I’ll have to kill them, because I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
“Maybe I’ll have my way and fulfill my wicked fantasies withyou,” she retorted, blushing.
I couldn’t help but revel in the fact that my wife got rattled by her hunger for me. Much to my regret, rather than pursue her wicked ways, she strode toward the bathroom.
I was out of the bed and behind her in the blink of an eye.
“Aiden,” she groaned, her back still to me. “Can a girl have some privacy?”
“A girl can. My wife cannot,” I growled, taking her wrist and forcing her to face me.
“Fine,” she hissed. “Then watch me take a shower, you freak.”
My hold on her wrist eased and I took her other hand—the one gripping the sheet against her breast—and peeled her fingers off, watching as the material slid off her body and onto the tile floor.
I was going to fuck her again.
“Aiden, you can’t??—”
I crushed my lips to hers, silencing her as I cupped her ass. Her legs wrapped around me and I strode us into the shower.The motion sensor triggered the spray and rivulets of room-temperature water trickled down on us.
