Page 89 of Precious Hazard

“If this is hell,gattina”—I blow a warm breath over her sensitive flesh, making her quiver all over again—“I’m never coming back. Ever. I’ll happily spend eternity inside your pussy.”

Flattening my tongue, I give her slit another long lick, from her back hole to the edge of her smooth mound. Then, I seal my lips over her swollen clit and suck. Hard. Harder.

A shrill scream ofYES, OH GOD, YES!explodes from her. She comes, almost yanking my hair out by the roots. And I nearly topple over the edge along with Tara. That tingling at the base of my spine tells me I won’t last much longer. But I continue to feast on my wife, stroking and sucking, letting her ride the high. Her body trembles beneath me, shaking so hard that if I didn’t know better, I’d worry over the cause.

Yes… This is now my mission. To learn everything about her body, find each of her erogenous zones. Make her feel the most sinful things. Give her the most exquisite pleasure. Ensure no one else could ever live up to what she can experience with me. She can continue to despise me. God knows I deserve that and more. But she won’t be able to live without my touch. She’ll never stop craving our carnal mating. The only man for her is me. Any others who even think of stealing her, I’ll destroy before they ever get the chance.

I trail a line of kisses from her pussy toward her chest, pausing to circle her sparkling jewel with the tip of my tongue again. I suck and gently bite her nipples. Draw one delicate breast into my mouth. Then the next. Nip those fine collarbones. Lick my way up the column of her neck. And finally capture her mouth.

“See how sinful you taste,” I rasp against her quivering lips.

Her shuddering exhale is my only answer.

She musses my hair while she kisses me back. Slipping her tongue into my mouth, sucking my own. I glide my hands up her arms. Pull them over her head. Capture her wrists.

“I didn’t expect to leave you speechless,gattina. It’s a bit surreal, if you ask me.”

“Fuck you.” Huffed words uttered between scorching kisses.

“You will. We’re nowhere near done, Tara darling.” Lifting my hips to let my cock nudge her entrance, I plunge inside with one powerful thrust.

Heaven. Feeling her warm, wet heat clamp down on me. The welcoming embrace of her pussy is the ultimate gratification. Like coming home. Time stops. Maybe ceases to exist altogether. Everything around me disappears. Everything other than my wife. Shaking under me. A look of pure rapture on her face. I watch her. Mesmerized. Watch her lips part with every moan. Notice the rapid rise and fall of her beautiful breasts with every shallow breath she takes. The fluttering of her long, dark lashes as her glassy green eyes hold tight to mine.

I keep slamming my body into hers, hard and fast, trying to fool myself into believing that the warmth spreading through my chest, the jackhammering of my heart, and the sudden inability to swallow are all simply the effects of great, intense sex. The kind of sex that leaves you feeling wild. Still, though, it’s nothing more than a biological reaction. Magnetic chemistry between her and me. None of it is based on an emotion. Certainly nothing that would shake the ground under me. And the need to claim her, possess her, chain my wife to me andthrow away the key, that’s just the delusional ramblings of my sex-drunk mind. Too many pheromones, not enough sleep.

That’s all it is. All it ever could be. It can’t be anything else.

I won’t let it.

Chapter 18

The alley is dark, and the buildings on either side of me are closing in. Every window is blacked out. Every shadow is cold and threatening. The moon is no help as I continue searching for—

I come to a sudden stop. Where am I? And why is it so fucking cold? My teeth are chattering.

Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I let my eyes glide over the unfamiliar neighborhood. How the fuck did I end up here? I don’t remember. I’m…

I’m searching for someone.

Yes. I’m searching for someone I lost.

Who? Who is it I can’t find?

Asya?

Yes, she must be the one I’m searching for. My baby sister disappeared.

I peer left down the street, then to the right. No one is there. Doesn’t matter. I resume my run. That’s what I have to do. Keep going. Keep searching for someone important to me. Someone who is mine. I need to find them. To protect what’s mine. To watch over them like a damn hawk.

A lone street lamp comes into view. Far down the block, just before the intersection. A silhouette. A lone woman, standing right under the light.

“Asya?” I call out.

“I’m fine, Arturo,” the woman responds in Asya‘s voice.

A sigh of relief escapes me. She is fine. Yes. Happily married to that damn Russian.

“I was looking for you,” I say.