Page 67 of Thorns of Deceit

He snaked a hand between us and he pushed a finger inside me. I whimpered and my back arched, needing more, needing him to fill me up.

“So wet,” he rasped, curling his finger, working it in and out of my clenching pussy. “It’s my pussy, isn’t it?”

He added a second finger.

“Y-yes.” I should be ashamed at how easily I gave in to him, but my body and mind were too absorbed by pleasure to give a damn. Tomorrow I’d reconsider my actions.

“And this ass… That’s mine too. Isn’t it?” Another finger found my back hole and he nudged against it, pressing in ever so slowly. I gasped and trembled as he began to fuck both. He grabbed my hair with his free hand, angling my head to look at him. “Whose ass is that, wife?”

I ground myself against him. “Yours,” I whimpered.

He released my hair and a smack landed on my ass cheek, my pussy spasming at the stinging pain. “You bet it is.”

He removed his fingers, leaving me panting and feral for more, my walls clenching around thin air.

His mouth slammed on mine for a harsh kiss.

“Aiden, I need…” I whimpered against him, fisting his cock and pumping him slowly. “I need you.”

My thumb swiped at his sensitive tip, making his dick jerk in my hand while I worked my hips against his muscled thigh.

“You’ve been a bad, bad wife, Raven,” he growled, pushing himself into my hand. “You need to be punished.”

“Then punish me,” I moaned. “Spank me. Use me. Fuck me.”

Oh my gosh, where did all that come from?Five years of abstinence after tasting pleasure, that’s where.

Before I could begin to question the nonsense, Aiden scooped me up and placed me in his chair before he tucked himself away, half buckling his pants.

“Open your legs and show me your needy cunt,” he ordered, lowering to his knees.

My fingers shook as I obliged, parting my swollen pussy lips and revealing my wet, aching core.

He stared at it while I held myself open, then he glided his palms up under my ass, grasping my cheeks so hard I was certain his blunt nails would leave marks.

He leaned forward, showering my inner thigh with kisses. His grip was rough. Each touch burned with a quiet fury yet carried a softness that made my chest ache. It was fragile proof that, even after I had vanished and faked my death five years ago, a part of him had remained the same.

His anger and longing tangled together in every motion, leaving me dizzy with fear, confusion, and a longing I could barely name. How could he be so enraged and loving at the same time?

As if he read my thoughts, he nipped my skin and my back bowed, eager to feel his mouth on my core. In the next breath, he took my clit between his teeth and all my thoughts vanished.

I dug my fingers into his thick, dark hair and grabbed on as his mouth circled my clit with his velvet tongue. I might have died and gone to heaven.

“Hook your legs over my shoulders.”

I did as he demanded, opening myself to him further. He growled, then buried his face between my thighs, devouring me like he was a man possessed. I ground shamelessly against his mouth, chasing my release as he nipped at my clit, then thrust his tongue into my entrance.

“I missed your taste,mo cuishle,” he growled against my core. He pinned me with his burning gaze as I moved against his mouth, and a coiling heat started at the base of my spine.

But before my orgasm hit me, Aiden stood up, lifting me along with him, and my thighs wrapped around his waist. Hismouth found mine again while I writhed against his cock, the friction sending shudders through me.

I was lost to sensation as he walked, our lips fused together, his tongue conquering every corner of my mouth. I reached down to work on his half-buckled pants and managed to free his cock.

He adjusted his hold on me, then dragged me down until his swollen crown eased into my soaking entrance.

I moaned into his mouth, filled with sensation.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said in a guttural voice.