Page 127 of Chalk Outline

Once.

Twice.

The sweet sting registers as I clench around his fingers.

Bulge pressed against my back, one hand sliding around the side of my face, holding me in place while he continues to plunge into me with the other. Nonstop.

I dig my black-painted nails into his wrist, feeling his pulse ticking wildly. I feel so alive when I’m around him. Everything clicks again. Every part of this man can bring me to my knees, and I will stay there to worship him right back.

He drags his thumb over my bottom lip and says, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re the only one I want.” Two fingers tap against my mouth. “Wide open.” They slip past my parted lips, and I suck them in.

The intense sensation of feeling him work my body from both ends has me quivering.

“Just like that, my little fuck toy, you will forget everything today. Maybe your name, even. But you will definitely screammine.” Reeve’s words against my ear tighten the knots in my core as the sweet torture continues.

My walls convulse around his fingers, clutching them tightly, loving the feel of him.

I swirl my tongue around the two fingers in my mouth, gagging on them as he pushes them toward the back of my throat. Drool drips from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin and onto my chest.

My clit pulses rapidly against the heel of his palm.

A drawn-out moan escapes me.

“That’s it. You want me to control you. Own you. Feel you with my love because I’m the only one for you.”

I hum my reply.

“Next time it’ll be my cock slapping against your clit, ramming inside that perfect, needy pussy.”

“Yes…”

“Take it, Baby.” He lets a third finger slip into me. “Rock your hips, and fuck me back.”

I move my hips to the rhythm of his thrusts, feeling him hardening more behind me.

This version of Reeve is a mixture of the old and the new. It’s more dangerous and lethal, yet it retains the same softness and heart I’ve fallen for so many times. I’m equally thrilled to explore it and terrified of the consequences. He’s seen things he conceals deep in his heart. What if I can’t reach him? I don’t want to disappoint him.

“Stop thinking,” he orders. I’d assume he can read minds if I didn’t know better. Plain and simple, he understandsme. “I’m right here. Focus on me and the pleasure I give you.”

I’m torn between the smooth movement of his hands exploring me and the relentless flow of thoughts.

His fingers pull away from my mouth and fist my hair, giving it a firm tug. A whimper escapes my lips. Reeve clasps his fingersaround my throat, one after the other. Their warmth grounds me once more as I lean my head back against him.

“Am I enough?” I moan the words as the cusp of an orgasm nears.

“You’re everything,” he breathes into my ear, the sound like a seductive melody. “Look at my hand.”

I glance at the one around my throat, and he shows me his hand necklace tattoo—my wife.

“It’s tattooed on both hands just in case,” he adds with a hint of a smirk.

Tingles course through my body, sparking a fierce storm inside that is ready to explode.

My toes wiggle.

“I know you want my cock inside you. You fantasized about it before you knew it was me. But I knew you figured it out long before because I knowmy wife.“ His voice is authoritative, deep, and infused with burning desire. “You’re not going to get it, though. Not until your taste lingers on my tongue and your screams of pleasure still echo in this room, becoming part of these walls. Now, come for me.”

That tight knot in my stomach snaps.