Page 53 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

STEPHANIE

Song- Masterpiece, Motionless In White

H e stands up, teasing me with his dick in my face; I’m desperate to lick that pre-cum away. But I don’t. I wait for my instructions, because I want him to make love to me.

“Lay down.”

I do as he says, my legs falling open for him like they were made to. He climbs onto the sofa, between my legs. His cock in his hand, the head brushing against my sensitive clit, sending a shiver through me.

“Look at me,” he says. It’s not loud. It doesn’t need to be.

I do, holding his gaze as he presses forward. The first inch burns in the best way, stretching me slowly, my body trying to accommodate him. My breath catches, my nails digging into the cushions on either side of me.

This is different from our first time. Because I really have time to feel him, adjust to him. Let him fucking consume me.

“Breathe, wife,” he murmurs, sliding deeper. The stretch is exquisite, filling me until there’s nowhere else for him to go.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. I cry out as he sinks deeper inside of me.

“That’s all of me. Every inch.”

He bends down, resting himself on his forearm, his other hand settling around my neck. With just enough pressure to make my head fuzzy.

He starts to move, like each thrust is deliberate, like he’s carving himself into me. There’s no frantic pace, no tearing urgency, just him watching me take him, feeling every squeeze, every flutter inside me.

Our eyes locked on each other.

It’s intimate in a way that feels dangerous. Like he’s seeing parts of me I don’t even show myself. Sparking something inside of me I didn’t even know existed.

My hands find his shoulders, sliding down his back, gripping hard when he changes angle and hits something that makes me cry out and my entire body shake.

“You’re doing a perfect job, love. You were made for me.”

His eyes darken, but his touch stays steady, each movement sending heat coiling tighter in my belly. “You feel that, love? That’s me and you, there is nothing else between us.”

I nod, my voice caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

“Say it,” he orders, his thumb finding my clit.

“It’s just you and me,” I breathe.

His control slips then, the thrusts growing harder and faster, his forehead dropping to mine. I can feel the tension in him, the fight between staying here in this slow burn and chasing the edge.

Our lips collide brutally. I’m clawing at his back, my breath burning in my lungs. I’m letting him take me. Own me. And ruin me for any other man.

“Come with me,” he growls.

The heat breaks first in my chest, then everywhere at once. My walls clamp down around him, pulling him in deeper as he groans and spills inside me, holding himself there while my orgasm milks every last drop.

He stays buried in me, his weight grounding me, our breaths mingling in the silence after. I feel his heart hammer against mine, the sweat cooling between our skin.

When he finally pulls out, the loss makes me whimper, but then his fingers are there, catching the slick mess of him inside me.

His eyes meet mine as he pushes it all back in with a grin.

“You keep it,” he says softly, almost like a vow.

“I told you I wanted to show you what I wanted with you.”

It’s a silent truth, and one I want too. That future probably neither of us ever pictured for ourselves.

“I’m not on the pill,” I admit.

Everything messes with my hormones too much and sends me crazy every month. Nothing ever worked. And it’s not as if I make a habit of having sex. Usually it’s a drunk one-night stand.

“Good. Makes the risk even greater.” He grins.

“You’d want a baby with me? You’re serious?” I ask, tilting my head, trying to assess what’s going on in his brain.

“You pregnant with my child would send me over the brink to insanity.” He twists his fingers inside of me, and I cry out.

“And it’s now all I can think about.”

I shake my head.

“This is crazy,” I mutter.

“Is it? Says who? Who makes the rules? We’re married. I’m not a stranger, I am your husband. I’ve stayed and fought your every attempt to get rid of me. So yes, I am confident that I want you to have my babies.”

My eyes go wide.

“More than one?”

He licks his bottom lip.

“You need your head checked. What have you done with Dr. Quinn?” I joke.

His eyes darken and his jaw goes tight.

“I haven’t done anything to him. You have, though. You’ve made me into this man, just for you…”

My heart flutters in my chest.

“Mine,” I tell him.

He nods.

Then he slides his fingers out, glistening, and brings them to my lips. “Clean them, Mrs. Quinn.”

I open my mouth, sucking them deep, tasting both of us. His groan is low and guttural, his eyes fixed on me like I’ve just healed something in him he didn’t think could be touched.

And maybe I have.

“We’ve done the pleasure. Now can we do the pain?” I ask sweetly.

He tuts and shakes his head, looking up to the ceiling.

“Perfect for me,” he whispers.

“Who are you whispering to up there?” I ask.

He brings his head back down to face me, offering a sad smile.

“This sounds ridiculous, but you already think I’m crazy. But, my mom. She always said I’d find the perfect person, that I’d just fuckin’ know. And I think she might just be right.”

“Aw, Finn.”

I leap up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He holds me tight, smiling against my lips.

“I wouldn’t say ‘aw’ too quick, love. I’m about to raid your kitchen to find some knives appropriate enough to cut your wedding ring into your finger with.”

I pull back and search his eyes; he’s not fucking around either.

“How about… You mark your initials on my ass and then take my virginity there?”

He stops in his tracks. I want to give him a part of me back. I want it to hurt. I want to feel him break me.

“Is that seriously what you want?” he asks, reading my face.

“Yeah. I do.”

“I’m starting to get suspicious this is too good to be true. Are you sure you’re real? You aren’t a robot? Or a demon sent from hell to fuck with me?”

I giggle, grinding my pussy against him.

“All real and all yours, Mr. Quinn.”

He groans and tips his head back, so I lean in and sink my teeth into his throat.

“Mark me, psycho. Put your name on my ass and fuck me there.”

He grips my cheeks.

“You’re so fuckin’ naughty, love. It would be my pleasure.”