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I want his thick cock inside me.
I can practically feel him vibrate with frustration. "I want you. I need to take you. If you don't want this, here's the time to say no."
I feel his hands all over my body, which makes his words null and void, saying I have any right to say no.
Because how can I? I'm already shaky and quivering and wanting him, aching for him. My heart is beating for something else just as my body pulses for him.
"I want you. But not like this, Xander, please."
"Too bad. This is the only way you get me,” he grits out. He cups my breasts into the large spread of his calloused palm, then coasts his head close to my neck and exhales his next words there. "For now, at least."
Which sort of gives me hope and makes me feel as though there is a slim chance in hell that we will be able to work through this.
So I push my ass into his cock and ground back against him. "Then I want this. Badly."
He groans, and his hand slips and slides down my body, running slowly across the wet flesh of my stomach, bringing pleasure pouring through me along with the water, which he immediately slaps shut as though he senses my thoughts.
"Where's Lucian?" He asks, his tongue sweeping along my neck, licking at the flesh, which he then sucks into his mouth, biting down hard on it.
I shudder, and my knees buckle a little. I gasp when he repeats the action. "I asked you a question, Mel. Where's my son."
I close my eyes to center myself. "Daniel picked him up. Hailey went with him. As did Romero."
He stops, and I moan in disappointment. "Why the fuck did you let him do that?"
"I didn't know you'd be home. I wasn't expecting you. And Daniel picks him up regularly. It gives me a bit of time to myself, and I felt really teary today." I stop and exhale raggedly. "I'm so sorry."
He's right. Maybe I shouldn't have let Lucian go with Daniel, but I had been teary and broken somehow, and I didn't want my son to see me that way. So when Daniel had offered to drop by and pick him up, I'd let him.
Hailey had gone along with them, so it had given me the house to be in alone. Stewing in my fears, pain, and tears, which I hadn't been able to hold back on.
His hand digs into my waist, almost painfully. "You've apologized a fucking lot today, Mel, yet you always go back to doing the wrong thing."
I go rigid in his arms and pull away. "Don't speak to me that way."
His hand tightens, and he pulls me into him again, this time his hand between us, running over my ass.
"I'll damned well speak to you how I want. You're my wife."
"Your wife-to-be Xander. And that still gives you no right to speak to me however you want!" I snap at him, even as I enjoy yearning for the bite of his nails digging into me. I'm hungry for the very man whom I am angry at, who is angry at me, whom I have hurt—who is hurting me. It's an insane cycle.
"Do you want me to fuck you or not?" He asks, pulling away slightly.
"Do you want to fuck me or not?" I challenge him right back. I know Xander. There has never been a time when he hasn't wanted me. There will never be a time when I do not want him myself.
He doesn't reply with words, but his hands slide between my ass cheeks which he spreads and then slips just the tip of his finger into me. I moan and cry out, my body needing more.
"Please. More Xander."
"Impatient at all times, Sole. The sun doesn't beg to shine, Amor."
I try to still the rampant beat of my heart at his words, but there is no stopping it. I want this man. I've hurt him.
And he's punishing me by withholding the very thing he is tempting me with. But if this is his entire punishment, then I can take it.
He presses the finger into me slowly, bending me so my breasts flatten against the wall of the shower stall. The cool tile feels like a shock after the grazing heat of his skin. Even wet and drenched, his skin against mine will always feel that way.
He groans and clicks his tongue. "Sole. You're so damned wet and tight. How long has it been without me? How long before I took you again?"
