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She laughs under her breath. Fuck if I know why since, the way my balls ache, my body ready to come, I don’t see anything funny about her deciding to stop fucking me right before I could. “Do you know something? Whenever you get pissed at me, you go right for the full name. Avalon.”

“I’ll call you whatever the hell you want if you just keep fucking me.”

“But that’s my point. You said I was in control.”

“You are.”

She gives me a pity bounce. I meet the thrust, slamming home into her, only realizing after she startstsk-ing that I failed some kind of test.

Right. Because I told her to fuck me. That if she wanted pleasure, she had to take it from her husband.

Ifshewanted pleasure…

I dig my fingers into her hips. “Loni.Loni. My wife. My beautiful, beautiful wife… you’re not going to get off and leave me like this, are you? Because you can’t. I need you.” An open-mouthed kiss to the side of her throat. “I need this. I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want. A friend for Peaches? A night out at the Court together? The deed to my house”—that I had the Order’s lawyer add her name to the same day that I filed our wedding license—“or my car. You want my car, princess? Let me have all of you… let me Claim you again and again… but just… Claimme.”

That’s all I want. All I’ve ever wanted. For the Offering I’ve been obsessed with since I was a lonely little boy to realize that, no matter how I teased and poked and terrorized her, I did it all out of a twisted sort of love and affection. To give me the love I hungered for in return, accepting that my addiction to her was as inevitable as the sun rising the next morning.

Surrounded by fire, lit up by flames, the heat of Loni’s body sears me to the soul more effectively than what’s flickering beyond the grate of the fireplace. And when she reaches behind her, finding my bare ass cheek, digging her fingernails into it as she lets out a soft laugh… I would burn happily for her.

“Loni…” I groan.

“I swear to God. No one would’ve believed me if I told them I could make Adrian Heller beg on his knees.”

Is that what she wants? “I’ll go on my knees right now, but only if you keep that pussy right where it is. I’d love it if you rode me like that.”

“Ah, baby, I’m sure you would.”

The rare pet name is almost enough to have me coming without any other stimulation but the warmth of her cunt snuggling my cock. Baby… she would always apologize whenever it slipped out, as though worried that my public persona would switch on in private and I’d tease her for it.

I never did. Not then, and not now. But I won’t deny that, in public, I did things—said things—to Loni that I’m not proud of. If I spend the rest of our lives together working to make it up to her, even that won’t be enough, but fuck if I’m not willing to try.

I’ll do anything for her.

Even suffer the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had if it gave her a little bit of power over me to reclaim…

“So what do you say? Should we move this to the floor?”

She pretends to think it over for a second. “No.”

“Loni.”

My wife giggles. “You wanted me to fuck you. That means we go at my speed. So you just stand there and let me use you like a dildo, and when I’m ready to go off, I’ll let you know. Maybe then I’ll give you permission to do the same.”

“Do you know how degrading it is to be compared to a piece of mindless silicone?”

“It’s you or my vibrator, Adrian. I’ll get off either way.”

Holy hell, I love this side of Loni. Especially since she’s bluffing. “When I had my guys move your stuff here, I specifically looked for anything like that. You want dick, real or fake? You come to me.”

“Sorry, but they did a shit job, baby. I have a lipstick vibe that I keep in my makeup bag. It’s kept my company six days of the week.”

I suck on her neck. “Shouldn’t have told me that, princess. The second I can get my hands on it, it’s going right in the garbage disposal. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms are mine?—”

“Yeah.” She starts rocking against me again. “Prove it.”

Gladly.

Together, we develop a rhythm where I’m not doing any of the work, but fuck me, I’m enjoying the complete loss of control. I’m always so wound up, making plots, making plans, getting thejob done… it’s a relief if only for a few stolen moments to let Loni take the lead.