Page 63 of Vicious Heir

After a few more minutes, though, she became frustrated and pushed at my shoulder. “Off,” she said, “Off!”

It physically hurt to pull myself from her, but I did and sat back on my heels. “What’s wrong?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she said. “It’s like you’re afraid to touch me tonight.”

She had it all wrong. “I planned to be gentle with you tonight,” I said.

Irritation and fondness warred on her face. “I like how you are with me in bed,” she said. “I don’t want that to change because we finally told each other how we feel.”

“Shouldn’t you want me to be gentle with you sometimes?” I asked.

Emma shrugged. “You are,” she said, “but this isn’t gentle, it’s torture.”

“You’re being melodramatic.”

She raised her eyebrow. “You think so?” Sitting up, she motioned for me to trade places with her, so we switched. Emma pushed on my chest until I was laid out like she had been.

Meeting my eyes, Emma leaned down and took me in her mouth. “Holyfuck,” I groaned and clutched the blankets beneath me in an effort not to twine my fingers through her hair. Pleasure licked up my spine as she bobbed her head, taking more of me inside.

And then she was pulling away and wrapping her hand around me, but her grip wasn’t nearly as tight as I needed it to be. She touched me gently, running her palm up and down in a way that made me shake, but it quickly grew frustrating. “Okay,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Okay, I get your point.”

Emma smirked, and it was downrightevil. I shivered. “Do you?” she asked so innocently that it set my teeth on edge. “Are you sure?” Then she leaned in and swallowed me down again, not stopping until her gag reflex physically stopped her.

“Emma,shit!” My back tried to lock up with how much I wanted to thrust into that welcoming heat. She licked beneath my crown, finding all of my most sensitive spots with her tongue, and just as pleasure was starting to truly build into something, she pulled back.

Frankly, I’d had enough.

I sat up, grabbed her, and rolled us so that she was back on the bed. I grabbed beneath her knees and pushed myself back inside her; we both groaned. The bedroom filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and her cries. “Is this better,mi esposa?” I demanded as I fucked into her.

Emma clutched at me. “Yes,” she cried out. “Oh myGod, yes.”

It was better. Our bodies were meant to crash into one another like this; we weren’t gentle in our lives, so why would our love ever be gentle? I was getting close, but I needed Emma to come again before I could let myself go.

I reached between us and thumbed her clit, circling it in time to my thrusts, and she practically howled in pleasure. Her nails bit into my skin, and it only drove me on faster. “Angel, I’m —” Her back arched as she rode the pleasure high, and I groaned against her collarbone, mouthing at it, as I found my own end.

I laid against her, panting, and she held me, petting at my back. “I love you,” she said.

I would never tire of hearing her say that, just like I wouldn’t ever tire of saying it. “I love you too,mi esposa.”

CHAPTER33

Emma

Two Months Later

The off-white dress was snug at my hips. It was just like I feared: even if I wasn’t showingyet, my dream wedding dress wasn’t going to fit. None of my clothes had fit right this week. Everything had felt too-tight; I should have rushed the dress back to the shop to be let out a little. Now it was too late. “The back isn’t going to close. Everything is ruined,” I lamented to Angel’s tias, who had come in from the satellite sites for the Castillo family for mine and Angel’s “do-over” wedding.

The women cooed over me. Tia Angela — who reminds me the most of my mother — rubbed her hands up and down my shoulders. “I think you have a case of cold feet,mija,” she said.

I shook my head. “My feet have never been toastier,” I said. I was already Angel’s wife, and I knewhewas never going to let me go, so what did I have to be afraid of? Besides my dress not fitting, and the whole church knowing that I got knocked up.

Not that it matters, I reminded myself, not for the first time.You’realreadymarried.

I hoped today would be perfect for Angel. He wanted so badly to do over that awkward ceremony at the courthouse. He said it was for my sake, but a lavish wedding was also a way to send a message without getting our hands dirty. We were a united front and shouldn’t be messed with.

The dress that I had chosen said all of that with just a swish of the skirt. I felt beautifulandbadass in it…or I did before. Now, I felt like a sausage with a busted casing.

“You look beautiful,” Tia Angela said. “The dress is perfect. Our Angel won’t be able to resist you.”

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