Page 16 of Striking (Red Lips & White Lies #7)

RHYS

T he world around us quiets when I finally claim her mouth the way I’ve wanted to every day since the first moment I laid my eyes on my wife. Slowly . Savoring her soft lips and sweet taste. Red wine and decadent chocolate.

She’s fucking flawless, and I know without a shadow of a doubt, one taste will never be enough.

Bellamy gasps and melts into me, like she was meant to be there. Made for me. All soft curves and smooth skin. She wraps her arms around my neck and whimpers against my lips. Needy and perfect in my arms.

“Rhys,” she sighs and tugs at my hair, pulling a groan from deep inside my chest.

My name on her lips breaks through the hell I’ve been locked in for days, and something snaps inside me. An overwhelming craving that only she can calm. In one easy step, I stand, holding her in my arms, and deepen our kiss. Starving ... Fucking ravenous for more. For her.

I need this woman spread out on a bed, where I can worship every inch of her.

Beautiful legs lock around my hips as she grinds her heated core against my hard cock.

“Patience, little bee...” I walk us into my room and lie her on the bed gently... reverently, and she rewards me with the most stunningly innocent smile.

There’s no ulterior motive.

She doesn’t want anything from me. Not my title or what comes with being my queen.

Just me.

And whether she realizes it or not, she already owns me.

Bellamy sits up with a sweet laugh as she tucks her legs under herself and lifts to her knees.

Her eyes rake over my chest before I grab the bottom of the shirt she’s stolen from my closet and tug it over her head.

Her hair falls in a soft wave over her bare shoulders, kissing the middle of her back, framing her nearly naked body.

I step up to her and sink my hands in her hair. “You are a fucking vision.”

“Make me yours, Rhys.” She runs her hands down my chest and pulls my belt loose, then shoves my pants down.

“I’ve slept in this bed next to you each night, wrapped in your scent.

..” She drags her nails inside my boxers before wrapping them around my cock with a squeeze.

“Lying in your arms and wishing you’d touch me. Dreaming about it.”

“You make it so hard to be a gentleman, Bellamy.” I hold her face in my hands, my restraint fraying fast, like a rope with a single string keeping it together.

“I’m not a porcelain princess, Rhys. I won’t break,” she whispers and pulls me down with her as she lies back on the bed.

Her lips chasing mine.

Electricity soaring between us.

My hands coast down her body, and I follow. Licking into her mouth and down her throat until I graze one perfect nipple with my teeth, then soothe it with my lips.

Bellamy’s back bows off the bed as she cries out. Her fingers dig into my hair and scrape my scalp, and I feel it fucking everywhere as I move to her other breast. Licking and sucking, and worshipping at the altar of her tight body.

“Rhys,” she whimpers, and I fucking smile.

That sound is like a red fucking flag in front of a bull.

I drag my tongue along the soft curves of her stomach and hips, dipping under the edge of her silk panties before I look up at the goddess beneath me.

Her face is red, her eyes are glassy, and her teeth are pressed into her bottom lip.

She’s perfection.

And as if I’m moving too slow for my woman, she lifts her hips and sighs the sweetest sound, letting me know she’s just as desperate as I am.

Fuck. This is going to be fun.

I flatten my tongue and slide it over her pussy, right through the silk of her panties.

“Oh God,” she calls out, and I do it again before shoving the delicate silk aside.

She’s fucking drenched.

I drag a finger along her soaked core, teasing her

Her breath comes in short, silent beats as she squirms beneath me.

“Shh, wife. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.” I push one finger inside her before I even finish my words, and Bellamy’s entire body shakes as she clings to me.

My cock is rock-hard and dying for the relief I’ll only get from being inside her body, but she comes first. Always.

With her sexy little sighs the only sounds in the room, I curl a finger and suck her pretty little swollen clit between my lips, then pull her against my face and fucking growl against her sweet cunt until she’s writhing beneath me.

Bellamy’s knees snap up and lock against my head, and a beautiful sound falls from her lips. One I could hear every night, and it would never be enough.

With a satisfied smile, I watch clarity come back to her eyes, and she focuses on me.

I lean forward, my hands on either side of her head as my lips brush over hers. My cock lying thick and heavy against her pussy. “I need to grab a condom from the bathroom, love.”

She holds my face in her hands and stares into my eyes.

Neither of us is foolish enough to think this is love.

Not after such a short amount of time.

But there’s something here.

Something solid and strong.

Some force pulling us together.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and just had my last physical last month.” The hesitance in her voice nearly breaks me.

Gently, I run my thumb over the apple of her cheek. “I’m clean too. I haven’t been with anyone since long before my last test.” I kiss her again, deeper. Fucking desperate for her. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom. Be sure, wife.”

She licks her lips and nods. “There should be at least one perk to being married.”

This woman is going to kill me.

She drags her nails down the planes of my back, pressing her tits against my chest and rocking against my cock as her tongue skates over my ear.

“Make me yours, Rhys.”

Bellamy

R hys fists his cock and drags it through my sex with such an intense look in his eye, I think I could come just from that.

It’s powerful and seductive.

Perfectly him.

Slowly, so slowly I could cry, he finally pushes inside me. Just enough that we both moan at the incredible feel of my body stretching around his cock. I try to control my breathing, but it’s pointless. I’m in so far over my head, I may never catch my breath again.

Completely lost to him.

To us.

To this moment frozen in time where nothing else matters.

His hands hold my face as he worships my mouth.

Whispering filthy words that light my soul on fire.

My walls clench around him as he drags out every slow thrust.

Each mind-blowing grind against my clit.

Until I’m not sure where he stops and I start.

Building me up over and over.

Kissing that spot I didn’t believe truly existed until now.

Until him .

Only to quickly pull back and do it again... and again . . . and again, until finally, I can’t take any more. Until my muscles scream, my breath gets caught in my throat, and my heart risks shattering completely.

“Please, Rhys,” I beg in a voice I don’t even recognize. “I need...”

I whimper as he fills me completely and dig my nails into his incredible ass, desperate to keep him there as ecstasy overwhelms me.

“Breathe, Bellamy. I know what you need.” He pulls out, and. . . oh God, slaps his hand against my pussy before pushing back in with a beautifully hard snap of his hips against mine. “I’ve got you.”

I close my eyes as my entire body vibrates, strung tight on the point of a blade, ready to tip over the edge.

Rhys sets a relentless rhythm.

One I crave.

One I can’t control.

One that might break me irrevocably.

Another orgasm is there, just out of reach. Building deep within me.

Threatening to destroy me.

Sapphire eyes lock on mine, and a strong hand wraps around my throat. “Breathe, Bellamy.” His thumb skims my jaw, and a deliciously wicked grin falls into place.

Rhys’s hips slow, moving in time with each shallow breath that passes my lips. Magnifying every touch. Dragging them out. Burning me alive. Until I’m nothing but one giant exposed nerve, raw and pulsing in time with the beat of my heart.

He’s controlling me.

My body.

My breathing.

My pleasure.

Giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed.

And asking me for only one thing in return.

Trust him.

And I do. It makes no sense. But I trust this man with my body and my life.

Heat runs thick through my veins as a twin pulse beats in my chest and throbs in my pussy, and a cool shiver dances over my hot skin.

Rhys’s thumb rests against my wildly thrumming pulse as his lips brush mine. “You want to come, little bee?”

“Please...” I beg with a nearly silent plea and shiver at the rumble that comes from his chest.

Our bodies move together until we’re both slick with sweat and desperate for relief.

Pleasure pulsing between us as we chase the highest high.

Until we’re moving as one.

Until I can’t possibly last another second.

Until . . .

“Come now, Bellamy,” my husband growls, and it’s the most sinfully sexy thing I’ve ever heard.

His fingers find my pussy and circle my clit before he pinches it as his grip on my throat tightens. A searing heat suddenly covers my skin while I shatter into a million pieces.

Exploding like a kaleidoscope of colorful fireworks against a dark night’s sky.

His hand slips away from my throat and cups my breast, palming it as blood rushes to my head. Teasing my hypersensitive nipple. Fucking me over and over until I’m nearly sobbing against him.

Rhys thrusts into me over and over, and I swear to God, it’s like a never-ending orgasm. Every inch of my skin is alive. Hypersensitive and white hot. One orgasm rolls into two, and I lose all sense of time.

Until nothing exists but us.

Rhys nearly loses himself above me. Every carved muscle straining against his beautifully inked skin with each snap of his powerful hips. He looks like a god. Not a god. He looks like a king. One I fear I’ll follow to my destruction, but what a beautiful death it will be.

He fucks me over and over... Until my voice is weak and my body is limp in his arms.

Until this man is the only thing tethering me to this world.

Until a raw, guttural sound rips from his chest as his lips devour mine.

Until he crashes into me one last time and roars, my name a promise falling from his lips.