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“Fucking perfect fit. You take me so well, Siren. Do you feel how much your body wants this? Get ready to experience just how good your husband can give it to you.”

I thrust deep, setting a relentless pace, and crane up to kiss her again.

She turns her head, denying me.

“Josephine,” I growl in scolding.

Keeping her head turned, she smirks. The look is just visible in profile. Then she scrapes her nails up my bare back, sending lightning bolts of need through me.

I pull out all the way, ready to plunge back in and fuck the sass right out of her.

Only, the moment I pull out, she scrambles back. Flipping over, she rises to hands and knees and gives me a cheeky smile over her shoulder.

“Fuck me from behind, Decker. Make me come and put us both out of our misery already.”

I slam into her cunt, and she cries out, shifting back to match the pace as my hips piston forward. As soon as she finds her rhythm, I make my move.

Catching her by the hips, I pull her back against my chest, still buried deep, and find her clit. With two fingers, I rub hurried, uneven circles around the nub, then give it a sharp slap.

“Fuck. Decker.Yes.” The first quivers of her pussy ripple over me.

I freeze and pull my hand away, then bring my lips to her ear. “Two can play this game, Siren.”

I pull out, spin her around, and pin her to the mattress before she even realizes what’s happening.

With my arms hooked around her shoulders and my body looming over hers, I slide back home and take her how I want her.

“You’ll look at me when I make you come, wife.” I punctuate the command with a thrust.

“You’ll look at me.” Thrust. “You’ll scream my name.” Thrust. “You’ll give me what’s mine.” Thrust. “And you’ll come on my cock, Josephine Crusade.Now.”

She detonates on command, milking my length, hooking her legs behind my low back and screaming my name.

“Thatta girl,” I praise, fucking her hard and fast until the arousal coiled tight inside me explodes and I come in rapid spurts.

I hold myself inside her as tightly as she can take it. Desperate to fill her up. Desperate to never let go. Because I know the moment the fluttering of her pussy stops, she’ll shove me off and run to the bathroom.

So when she stills, smooths her hands up my back until they meet at my nape and pulls my forehead down to rest on her own, I’m staggered.

Tenderness blossoms between us as she clings to me.

Each inhalation quivers as she tries to catch her breath.

Her gaze is solely set on me, searching and forlorn, so full of all the pain I’ve caused her.

Her light blue eyes are wide and filled with unshed tears. Below me, she trembles, so I cuddle closer and hold her as tightly as I dare.

“Decker.” My name on her lips is vulnerable and soft as she stares directly into my soul.

There’s so much I want to say. So many words and actions I yearn to take back. So much pain between us, all dealt by my hand.

I don’t apologize. I don’t bother with words of reassurance.

They’re meaningless. Useless.

I’ve lost the right to comfort her that way.

Only actions will prove my worthiness now.