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I blow out a breath and sigh. “Fine. I’ll handle intense and high-stakes, then, as long as I get to partake in any shooting festivities.”
He growls, shaking his head as he kneels and begins to strip my fluffy pjs off. “Under certain conditions.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll let you know when the situation comes up. I’ll take it on a case-by-case scenario.”
My top flops to the floor and I’m bare-chested in front of him, pouting. “What if I want to be the one that decides?”
That only gets me another narrowed-eyed look and a growl while he’s tugging off the fluffy bottoms, so maybe my timing sucks.
“Sure. You get to decide when you hold a gun,” he says in a voice that tells me he is totally giving me shit about this. “AndIget to decide when you’re over my lap and when you get to come.”
I frown as he tugs the bottoms off my feet and tosses them to the side. I’m lying naked before him and he’s only dressed in a towel. I don’t think either one of us is getting any sleep any time soon.
“That’s controlling,” I say, as I reach for his towel and give it a yank, baring him to me as much as I am to him. “Come here.”
I tug him down to me and frame his face with my hands. His piercing blue eyes stare into mine with a ferocity that would’ve made the old me quake. The new me eats it up with a spoon and feels energized. Excited.
Alive.
“Perhaps I’ll get free rein with the weapons on condition of sexual favors,” I say in a low purr. “Just don’t tell my husband.”
In one swift move, I push him off balance and straddle him. Pin his wrists beneath my hands and stifle the need to burst out laughing at the look of shock on his face. But it only lasts seconds, and the next thing I know I’m soaring through the air, gasping for breath, and somehow end up face-planted on the bed with my chest down and my ass in the air.
“Aleks!”
“You knew exactly what you were getting into. Don’t you dare play that innocent game with me.”
I brace just as the first smack of his palm cracks against my ass. Heat floods me and I’m momentarily thoughtless, my mind as free and empty as the big blue sky after a storm.
“You’re my wife,” he says in a growl that makes me instantly wet. “My wife.I don’t ever expect you to roll over and be docile. I might as well ask the sun to stop shining or the tide to stop flowing.” He palms my ass so hard I hiss in a breath, his rough hand gripping my ass without apology. I feel his mouth at my ear as he whispers, “But don’t take this from me.”
I think I get it then, at least a little. I can be powerful and strong and fight right alongside him. If he is the king and I am his queen… we rule together.
“Fine, then,” I finally concede. “Then why am I like this? If we’re equals…”
He slaps my ass again, hard.
“In bed, there are no equals, woman,” he growls. “In bed, you’re fuckingmineto do with what I will.”
Another hard slap makes me keen with the sting of pain before it morphs into something electric, pure fire.
I go right back to losing the ability to speak, barely coherent words coming out of my mouth as he spanks me again, and again. I push back against him just to feel the way his hand wraps around my waist to hold me in place. I push back against him just to feel him unyielding beside me.
“Open for me,” he orders, gliding the head of his cock to my slick entrance. I part my legs and brace myself. The first thrust splits me in two and I fall to pieces beneath him. Pleasure ricochets through my nerves with electric fusion and awareness. I relish every touch, every thrust, every feel of his masculine strength and his perfection inside me. The sound of his own groans of pleasure makes me want to weep, for I know how much I meanto him now. I know how he much he loves me. How he cherishes me. I know whoweare.
My thoughts are wiped to oblivion as the first wave of pleasure washes through me. I stifle a moan and writhe beneath the weight of his body. I want this so badly. I wanthim.I feel like we’ve scaled mountains together. I feel as if the two of us have walked through fire and emerged — maybe not unscathed, but stronger.
Victorious.
Being claimed by him like this makes me feel so much more than what I’ve ever felt before.
“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear before another savage thrust. “Mine.”
Fingers tangled in hair, breathing mingled. Dampened skin and the warm, sweet, seductive scent of our bodies connecting. The feel of his hands, rough and soft, hard and gentle. The utterly perfectfullnessas he stretches me, enters me, makes sweet, savage love to me.
The heath of his hand wrapped around my throat spikes my pulse. I breathe into it. Savor his warm hum of approval. The flash of pain quickly becomes pleasure. Flirting with the edge of danger makes everything bloom in such vivid color.
