Page 65 of Falling for the Wife

“I want you—all of you—at my disposal for the entire duration of this trip. When I sayall of you, I mean every bloody inch of this succulent body. Every bloody curve, every damn crevice—all fucking mine to possess, kiss, fuck, however I so desire it. You’ll unreservedly submit to me at any given hour.” My thumb brushed against her bottom lip as my groin pressed farther into her parted legs. Bringing my lips against her ear, I felt her shiver when my chest crushed against her. Hot breath grazed her skin as I bided my time, waiting for the right moment to warn my conquest. “Pay heed, sweet wife. I don’t intend to go gentle.”

Her nails dug deeper into my shirt, scraping my skin as she became desperate to put some distance between us. Bringing my face close to hers once more, I found her frowning, eyes widening with surprise. The realization of what I intended for the remainder of this trip fully dawned on her.

“You want me to surrender to you like some type of sex puppet, a slave even.”

I wouldn’t describe it so crudely, but for all intents and purposes, she had gotten the gist of it.

“Yes.” This was my proposal, true…but I hadn’t fully grasped why I even proposed it to begin with. Didn’t I vehemently declare to stay away from her? Didn’t I say her lies and all they entailed were quite toxic for me? Hadn’t the past month taught me anything at all? When it came to Gisele, I had a bad habit of rejecting rational thinking. However, dwelling on such dire thoughts could be saved for a later date.

“And what do I get in return?” she unsteadily asked, breathless.

My eyes dilated. Fervent, uncontainable lust consumed me, amplified tenfold as I acutely homed in on her lips, dying for a taste of her. “We’ll discuss the conditions of our prenuptial agreement. I’ll significantly lessen the terms from eleven to five years, maybe even less…depending on how agreeable you are.” All I could envisage was Gisele underneath me for the next few days and nights to come. I yearned to devour her over and over again. Consequences be damned. It was undeniable. I’d officially lost it—hook, line, and sinker.

“When do you intend for it to start?” On cue, the enticing minx licked her lips, making me groan in outright protest.

“Now. I want you.Now.”

She blushed profusely, deliberately avoiding my impassioned gaze. “I need to think,” she said anxiously. Still contemplating her options.

I flared my nostrils, unreasonably impatient. “You have sixty seconds.”

Her mouth hung agape.“Are you serious?”

Always where she was concerned. “Quite.”

Gray eyes nervously flickered back and forth before she breathed out a long, shaky breath. “Fine,” she faintly conceded, albeit halfheartedly. “But I have some conditions of my own, too.”

This ought to be interesting. Amused at her tenacity not to fully bend to my will, I hid a smirk. “Go on.”

Stormy eyes linked with mine. A powerful force tugged at every fiber of my being, unequivocally spellbound. It held me captive, weakened by its powerful pull.

Gisele felt it, too, but she remained unyielding. “I sleep in my own bed,andI really mean it, Jared…There’ll be no kissing shared between us.”

The first, I couldperhapsagree with.

But the second? Over my dead body. What type of trickery was she about this time? Christ. “You’re fine letting me inside your body, but you won’tkiss me?Why the bloody not, woman!” I shot back, demanding an immediate answer.

“It’s not too much to ask,” she practically growled, unwavering.

We shall see. “Let me kiss you, then. If you prove unresponsive, then I won’t kiss you again.”

She griped as she vehemently shook her head. “Jared—”

My lips urgently caught hers, sealing her silence. I’d given her enough time. It was my turn. The moment my tongue slipped into her mouth, Gisele sagged against me, moaning as she parted her lips, surrendering to me. My body caught fire as her fingers gripped the back of my head, clinging to me as she met my fevered kisses with the same demanding ferocity.

Bloody hell.

“Gisele.” How I bloody want to possess you.

She eagerly moaned as her hands traveled south before she greedily yanked my shirt off. Letting her hands explore freely, her mouth trailed around my neck, down my torso before she brought it back to my face, sealing her fate.

While our lips locked, I rapidly undressed her. My clothes went next. And in no time, we shifted towards the bed, haphazardly falling onto it with her body underneath mine.

Situating in between her thighs, I cautiously made sure my nether region didn’t graze hers as I lowered my mouth towards her breasts, imparting kisses then capturing her hardened rosebud between my teeth.

Her upper body involuntarily arched, aching, imploring for my attentions. “More,” she deliriously moaned.

A wicked smile curved my lips, basking on her carnal appetite. “Tell me what you want, sweet wife.”

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