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CHAPTER 11

K hill knew there was a very good chance he wasn’t going to last two minutes once he got inside Justine. So, while what he said about not rushing was true, he was also taking things slowly to ensure she at least got to come a few times before he did.

Gazing up at her now, though, he realized waiting and taking it slow wasn’t going to be an option for much longer.

Fucking hell, her body was gorgeous. All soft skin, long, lean muscles, and rounded curves. If he was an artist, he could show his appreciation of her body by painting or sculpting her. But he had zero artistic ability, so he’d have to worship her a little…differently.

Leaning in, breathing deep the mingled scents of her desire and the cherry blossom and almond lotion she used, he knew exactly how to prove to her just how desirable she was.

She whimpered as he brushed his thumb over her clit. Gasped when his tongue followed the same path. Trembled when he slid two fingers inside her, stroking her g-spot.

He manfully suppressed a whimper of his own when she threw a leg over his shoulder, digging her heel into his back. That’s when he realized how wrong he’d been.

Two minutes was an incredibly unrealistic estimate of how long he was going to last. At this rate, he was going to come on the snowy white skin of her stomach like a horny, inexperienced teenager before he ever got inside her.

But he was a husband now, and he owed his wife more than a quick, caveman-like rutting. So, he grabbed her ass with his free hand to hold her steady while he really got to work.

Her entire body quaked as he worked her over with his tongue and fingers, and her hands restlessly clawed the wall above her head. Animalistic, guttural sounds—sounds that resonated to the depths of his soul—fell from her lips, urging him on.

She was so close. He could feel it in the tightening of her muscles and hear it in her trembling, raw voice. But his wife was stubborn. She was holding onto control for some reason.

“Let go,” he murmured. “Come for me, wife. Now.”

And much to his surprise—and tremendous pleasure—she did.

Her every shuddering gasp, every inner contraction and convulsion, was a gift—a gift he intended to draw out of her again and again until she was too tired and spent and satiated to move.

The rumbling growl of satisfaction he let out was the perfect accompaniment to her broken cries and moans. It was more pleasing to his ears than any symphony he’d ever heard.

When the last of her shudders subsided, she dropped her leg from his shoulder and looked like she was going to slide bonelessly to the floor.

Oh, dear wife, we’re not anywhere near done yet .

Khill stood up, upended her over his shoulder, and marched her to the bed. She gasped, then giggled when he dumped her on the mattress unceremoniously. Had he ever heard her giggle before? He didn’t think so.

But he intended to hear it every day for the rest of his life. He’d make fucking sure of it.

Plus, the way she bounced when she hit the bed was nothing short of magical.

In that moment, looking down at Justine’s dreamy, sated grin, Khill felt more like a hero and less like a monster than he’d ever felt. Making his wife come had given him that feeling.

Then she sat up on her knees, scooted to the edge of the bed, and reached for his zipper. He immediately got lightheaded, probably because all the blood in his body had shifted to his cock. He held his breath as her deft fingers undid his jeans and shoved them down to his knees.

Her eyes widened. “You go commando, huh? Good to know.”

He grunted as he kicked his way free of his pants. “Underwear is a waste of time.”

“God bless efficiency,” she murmured.

She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. Surely, she didn’t intend to…not with her little human mouth…

As if she could hear his thoughts, she said, “I’m not exactly sure how to manage all this , but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to give it a good go.”

He opened his mouth to tell her that wasn’t necessary, but words escaped him when she tugged him toward her and wrapped her lush lips around him.

Fuuuccckkk .

A ragged hiss tore its way out of his throat as he stared down at her. Her eyes tipped up to his as she sucked him into the back of her throat and cupped his balls in her delicate hand.

“Holy hell, baby,” he choked out. “You’re killing me.”

He could tell she was enjoying the power she had over him. Her pleased hum as her cheeks hollowed out told him that much. He wished he didn’t have to stop her. But he was not going to come in her mouth. Not this time, at least.

So, he gave her hair a gentle tug, forcing her to let go. Her lips were swollen and wet as she blinked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“Fuck no. But if you keep that up, I’m going to lose control.”

She bit her lower lip. “Sounds good to me.”

You first, wife .

“Tell me again that you’re sure,” he said in a voice so rough he barely recognized it as his own. “Tell me the answer is still yes.”

“I’m sure,” she said without hesitation. “And I’m on birth control.”

Which meant they’d be fucking with nothing between them, because monsters couldn’t carry or spread human diseases.

He didn’t dare think too much about that. Not when he was already hanging onto control by the barest whisper of a thread. Which is why he didn’t respond to her statement. Just flipped her onto her back and scooted her up to the headboard.

“You might want to hang onto that,” he suggested. “This might get rough.”

“About damn time,” his wife muttered, grabbing the headboard with both hands.

Khill crawled up her body slowly, like the apex predator he was, stopping along the way only to give her breasts the attention they were begging for.

He held his weight off her the whole time. He outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. It said a lot about his character that even in the throes of passion—like, the literal throes—he still cared more about her comfort level than his own. And the way he looked at her…phew. No one had ever gazed at her in such an open, honest way before. She’d never felt this desired. This needed.

This loved.

It made her so emotional she almost forgot about that giant beast of a cock he was going to stuff inside her. Almost. Because seriously, she knew vaginas could stretch, but that much? On some level, she was a little bit afraid this was going to rearrange her organs.

Not afraid enough to tell him to stop, of course. But concerned, nonetheless.

Thankfully, Khill seemed to sense her apprehension and took his time sliding into her, inch by glorious inch. So, so many inches. It wasn’t long before she realized her fears about punctured lungs and kidneys were unfounded. Probably because of the amount of effort he’d put into their, um, prep work. But when he finally bottomed out and they were nose-to-nose, she felt fuller than she’d ever felt in her life.

It was like they were made for each other.

“Oh, God, yes,” she panted.

His muscles tightened. “Fucking hell, you feel so good. So tight.”

Then he started to move.

He moved slowly at first, in and out, in and out, giving her time to adjust to his size. She knew he was holding back. She could see it in the rigid set of his jaw, feel it in the tightly coiled muscles of his core and arms. He was probably afraid of hurting her.

“Don’t hold back,” she said. “I want to feel all of you.” To make her point, she arched up against him, silently begging for more.

And he gave it to her.

With a throaty growl that raised goosebumps all over her skin, he grabbed her leg, hooked it over his hip, and really started to move.

He gave her what she’d been dying for practically since they first met. She held onto the headboard for dear life as he pounded into her over and over again, hitting a spot— oh, yes, there !—that made every muscle in her body clench. “Don’t stop!” she cried. “I’m so close.”

Khill had never let her down before, and he didn’t seem willing to change that anytime soon, because he showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, he just went harder and faster.

Then he let out a guttural rasp that seemed to reach down between their straining bodies and take hold of her clit. Hard.

That was all it took to break her. Justine came so hard her body bowed, her vision blurred, and she felt light-headed. It was nothing short of a life-altering orgasm. She felt like it had pulled her apart on a molecular level and put her back together again, different, but somehow better. It was the kind of orgasm that all the other orgasms she’d ever had hoped to be when they grew up. And the best part?

Something told her Khill was able and willing to deliver that kind of orgasm whenever she wanted it, no matter how many times she wanted it.

Yay !!

She figured Khill would let go and have a life-altering orgasm of his own at that point. But she figured wrong. Because Khill did not stop.

He did, however, pull out long enough to flip her onto her hands and knees before slamming into her again. His big hands shifted up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. Hard.

“Again,” he demanded.

She shook her head, because there was no way in hell she could come again, so…

He slid his hand down over her stomach, down, down, down, until his thumb unerringly found her clit again. And yep, that did it. She came again, screaming his name so loud anyone within earshot would assume she was naming her murderer.

Only then did Khill bury his face in her hair and come with a possessive growl so sexy it probably would’ve made her come again if she hadn’t been so utterly, perfectly sated.

Justine collapsed onto the mattress. Khill rolled off her, but didn’t move away. They stayed that way, side by side, breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin for what could’ve been minutes or hours. Time had no meaning in her post-orgasmic glow.

She eventually found the strength to lift her head off the mattress and shove a hank of sweaty hair out of her eyes. She glanced over at Khill, who was lazily trailing his fingers up and down her back. “Well…that annulment is certainly off the table. We just consummated the fuck out of our marriage.”

Khill pushed up on his elbows, then leaned over and dropped a kiss on the back of her shoulder. “I like to be thorough.”

She snorted. “That’s an understatement. I feel like you got the short end of the stick here, though.”

His brow furrowed. “How so?”

“Unbalanced orgasm ratio,” she said. “I had three and you only had one. I owe you a few. I’ll have to take care of that tomorrow or something.” You know, when I can feel my legs again .

His eyes darkened and he grinned an evil grin that was positively brimming with sensual promise right before he grabbed her and lifted her so she straddled him. “Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today?”

She sputtered. Surely, he didn’t think she could…not again…not yet…

But then he lifted his hips and she felt he was already hard again—already!—and she changed her mind.

She had always hated procrastination.