Page 47 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream (Dark Hearts #3)

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My wife is pure light when we land back in Boston and make our way home. I watch her bounce out to the garden in search of Viola then I take our bags upstairs to our bedroom. Since she broke down over my thighs, she’s been a new person. Vulnerable, yet strong, fractured, yet whole.

I fingered her twice this morning and again on the flight, bringing her total orgasms to fifty-four. Perfect. The next time I get my hands on her naked flesh, I’ll be making her mine . Just like she’s been begging me to for weeks.

I sit at the dinner table and listen to her regale Viola with tales of our visit to Washington, the sights we saw together.

Every now and then, Viola flicks a glance my way, one that is filled with warmth.

She knows how long I’ve wanted this—a love of my own.

And now that I have it, I am never letting her go.

When night falls, I pour out two glasses of champagne and ask Sera to join me upstairs. She follows with a skip in her step, not at all expecting what I have planned for her. She’s still talking at a million miles an hour when I hand her the flute and tap my glass against hers.

“What are we celebrating?” she asks, beaming.

I take a slow sip, watching her over the rim of my flute.

I swallow and lick my lips, lifting my lashes. “This isn’t a celebration. I’m loosening you up.”

Her eyes pop wide open. “Tonight? But, I still have?—”

“You’ll need those,” I reply. She needs at least two orgasms before I impale her on my cock. I’ve watched grown women cry in pain when I’ve fucked them without due preparation. I won’t have my wife sobbing through her first time with me.

She holds my gaze and gulps down her champagne, then holds her glass out for more. I shake my head. I don’t fuck drunk women. One glass is enough for now.

“Can I at least get changed?” she asks, timidly.

“Be my guest.”

I smile to myself as she ducks into the bathroom. I turn down the lamps and light her favorite candle. It will all be irrelevant when we start though. I want her single-mindedly focused on her pleasure.

She emerges from the bathroom in a lingerie set that— fuck —should be illegal.

Pure white lace plunge bra pushing her soft, generous breasts together, and a pair of boy shorts with bows leading from the waistband to her opening, like a little forbidden footpath.

Her hair is loose and tossed down her back, her Jessica Rabbit waist tucked in above mouthwateringly voluptuous hips.

I shake my head. This woman’s body could make a grown man cry and she has absolutely no idea.

My blood pulses restlessly with lust.

Pointing to the bed, I make a feral grunting sound. She passes me, wafting her lemon verbena scent beneath my nostrils. I follow her, my bare chest almost touching her back. I push her gently onto the bed and set to work immediately on her mouth.

She laughs gorgeously against my lips—she knows she’s the one in control now.

I don’t care, she can have it. I lost my control around her when she slid across a wet floor and landed in my arms. I can’t believe she’s here, beneath me, caressing me with her delicate nails, wearing my ring, bracing herself for my cock.

My head fills with clouds as I kiss her deeply, rubbing my thick thigh up against her clit. She starts panting straight away, the giggles turning to gasps. I sweep my tongue into her mouth and draw a whispered moan from her throat and a soft climax from her core.

I flip her onto her stomach and nudge her legs apart with my knee, then I dig my hips into the mattress, shoving my cock beneath her. If I’m not careful, this could end me and the game will be over before it’s even started .

I slide through her folds, my thick length shoving up into her clit again.

She gasps in shock. We haven’t done it this way before.

Taking a heavy palm I push down on her lower back, pressing her hard onto my cock, then I thrust back and forth, stimulating her clit.

She moans incoherently and I know she’s close again.

It would only take a slight pull too far and I’d slip inside her.

I pump my hips, my glutes tensing with each thrust, with unwavering focus.

When I feel her tremble, I remove my hand from her back and pull back completely, getting to my hands and knees.

Just as she emits a frustrated groan I shove my tongue into her opening.

Her fingers curl into the comforter and she whimpers faintly.

Even this is a delicate balancing act. I want to eat her with abandon but I don’t want to lick away her arousal—she’s going to need every bit she can get.

When she starts to move, gyrating her hips to deepen my tongue I flip her over.

Her face is blotchy with need, her eyes glassy.

“Why are you being such an asshole?” she breathes.

My composure collapses and I laugh out loud.

She groans. “Just let me come already.”

I reach down and hold the crown of my cock against her clit, then I lower my lips to hers.

“Fuck my mouth, baby.”

She hesitates at first, trying to figure out what I mean, then she grabs my head and pulls me down, pushing her small, pretty tongue into my mouth. She focuses hotly on exploring my taste buds, leaving me free to fuck her clit with my cock.

Not even a minute later, she’s panting again, so I pull back. Her lips are red raw and her frown could possibly kill.

“Did you like that?” I ask, wickedly.

“No,” she pouts. “I hate all of it.”

I tut and shake my head. “I need to fix that.”

I crawl down until my lips are level with her pussy, then I dip low and touch my nose to her folds. I could die with her scent in my nostrils. It’s so needy and warm and intoxicating. I reach out my tongue and stroke it over her clit slowly.

She lifts her hips off the bed and it takes every ounce of strength to not devour her right now. It’s testing my ability to remain measured and cautious and not just ram into her like a starving beast. For that, she gets a slap on the clit.

She sucks in a gasp and emits a small scream.

I know that was hard enough to sting, so I immediately wrap my lips around her poor bruised clit and suck it softly. Her legs wrap around my head, holding me fast between her thighs. Fuck. I underestimated just how much she needs to come.

Her opening is soaked.

She tastes phenomenal .

Her whimpers climb in pitch until she’s throwing her head from side-to-side.

This is the moment. She’s so far gone, edging like a fucking master, but her body needs to be filled.

And this is the only time it’s going to accept something so disarmingly big.

I grab a handful of my dick then shove her legs apart.

With one last firm suck, I sit up on my knees, aim my cock at her entrance.

Just as her eyes ping open I shove myself inside her.

I don’t go slow. It’s like tearing off a Band-Aid. Slow only hurts more.

I meet resistance and her breath escapes with a cry, tears rimming her lids. I anchor my eyes to hers—only a coward would close them now—and keep pushing until I physically can’t push any further.

My thumb connects with her clit and I double down, holding still inside her while I pick up with my hand where my tongue left off.

Her eyes roll back in her head and, as if she couldn’t feel any tighter, her sweet, tortured pussy grips my cock so hard I wince. She comes with a throaty moan, little pulses rippling up my length like a caress.

It pulls the seed from my cock, tearing the breath from my lungs.

I wait until we’re both able to focus again, then I brush my lips over hers.

“Fifty-six,” I whisper. “And now, you’re mine.”