Page 84 of Thorns of Deceit

Fuck, I so badly wanted her to say yes, and even worse, I hoped she’d say that she’d dreamed about me for the past five years.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her lower abdomen arched up as she parted her legs wide, giving me a glimpse of her arousal-slicked thighs.

“My wife,” I grunted, thrusting my fingers in and out. Her pants got louder and louder, her movements jerky as she met the rhythm of my fingers, thrust for thrust. “You’re going to break for me, and then I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

That did it. Her lips formed an O, her core tensed, and she cried out. She craned her neck back as her orgasm rippled through her and broken cries fell from her luscious mouth, myname nothing but a rasp on her lips. I slid my fingers out and held her gaze as I licked them clean. A little hitch left her lips as lust flared in her eyes.

I stood up and started taking my clothes off when she breathed, “Slower.” My eyebrows rose in question. “If you’re going to strip, make it so I can enjoy myself.”

My lips tipped up into a smug, satisfied smile. So much for only being here because I’d blackmailed her. However, I’d be a fool to point that out now. Instead, I obliged and took my time pulling off my T-shirt, then jeans, and even did an obnoxiously slow strip of each sock.

But there was no fucking way I would stop while she watched me with that hungry expression, biting her lip.

Once naked, I maneuvered up her body.

“Spread your legs for me,” I ordered as I stroked my aching, leaking cock. She obeyed without hesitation. “Now use your fingers to open that pretty pink cunt and show me how wet my woman is.”

A soft whimper left her lips, a blush spreading down her neck to her chest. Her fingers shook as she followed my instructions, and there wasn’t a bigger turn-on than seeing my wife so open to me, so ready.

“Such a good wife,” I praised, eyes on her swollen, glistening pussy. My hands settled on her hips as I pulled her closer. As if she couldn’t resist, she raised her hips.

“My greedy woman,” I hummed.

I fisted my cock, guiding it to her slick pussy, and pushed just the tip against her hot entrance. Her heat made me hiss. I’d barely slid in a fraction, and I was ready to abandon all control.

“Please, Aiden,” she sobbed, her words breathless. “I need you now.”

“I have to fuck you hard,” I gritted out, my restraint wavering as I thrust inside her tight pussy, filling her to the hilt. ThenI pulled back out, leaving the tip pressing at her clenching entrance.

“Oh my God,” she panted, her head thrashing against the pillows as she lifted her hips off the bed. “Give it to me. Hard.”

All my earlier smugness evaporated and I was left with wild longing and unchecked desire. My fingers dug into her skin and I impaled her in one rough thrust. I nearly lost my mind when her warmth and wetness enveloped me. Both of us cried out with intense pleasure.

“Who is fucking you?” My next assault was harder.

“Y-you!”

“Say my name,” I ordered harshly. “Who?”

“Aiden,” she moaned.

I forced my tongue past her teeth, fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time. The beast inside me demanded I claim her hard, so there’d be no memory of her desire to leave me.

I pistoned into her hard, again and again, pushing her body into the mattress.

“Aiden… Aiden…Aiden!” she screamed, her moans in tune with my every thrust.

“Ah, fuck!”

“Yes… yes… yes… Don’t fucking stop,” she chanted against my mouth, mindless with need.

She was sending me into a frenzy of need for her. Her back arched and she hooked her legs around me. I ground even deeper until her entire body shuddered underneath me and my next thrust rooted me deep inside her. It wasn’t enough. No matter how hard I fucked her, it would never be enough. My mouth latched on to her neck, and I grazed my teeth along her soft skin.

This time, the whole world would know she was mine because I’d mark every inch of her.

Raven Callahan was all fucking mine. I gripped her hips as I pounded into her mindlessly, rutting like a beast. Claiming her.