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“Fuck, Serenity,” he growled, eyes blazing. “You look good wearing all my marks, don’t you?”
I grinned, proud to wear any mark he gave me. I had a few red patches of skin from his mouth still lingering on my body from yesterday, one on each thigh for sure. And I loved them, not only because they felt so good when he gave them to me, but because he chose me to give them to.
“Let me clean you up, wife,” he said, and the endearment soared through me. I was spinning, unable to not arch into his touch as he tugged me farther into the stream of warm water and soaped up every inch of my skin.
He lingered over my breasts, giving them loving attention until I felt like I would combust. He took his time, massaging my muscles as he washed me, planting kisses along every spot until I was thoroughly clean and rinsed.
“My turn,” he said once he was done, shutting off the water and leading me out of the shower. He wrapped me in a towel, drying me off, and when I moved toward the bedroom, he hauled me back against him in the bathroom. “No, in here,” he said, turning me to face the mirror.
I swallowed hard, anticipation crackling in my veins at the sight of him towering behind me, all bare and glorious looking. I looked tiny compared to him, even though I had supple curves that no amount of dieting my father enforced could get rid of. Curves I’d loved all my life because they’d been the one rebellious part of me that had been strong enough to defy my father when I couldn’t.
And now I loved them because Gareth made a point to worship them every night.
“I want you to watch me unravel you, angel,” he said, kissing down my neck as his hands roamed over my breasts.
Heat seared beneath my skin at the sight, at the way his large hands touched me so possessively. My heart raced, but I didn’t dare tear my eyes away.
Gareth pinched my nipples, plucking them until they were rosy for him, and I gasped, pleasure building as he continued to kiss and touch everywhere he could reach.
An ache built between my thighs, and I shifted back against him, shock snapping through me when I felt his cock hard and ready behind me. He’d taken his time in the shower cleaning me, but damn.
His hand dipped between my thighs, and I tracked the move, whimpering when he stroked through my heat. I reached out, gripping the counter for support as he teased my throbbing clit, working me up so tight I felt like I’d snap.
“Gareth,” I sighed his name.
“Eyes on me,” he said, and I snapped mine up, looking at him in the mirror. God, he was gorgeous, pupils damn near blown out as he had his way with me. “You want to come, angel?”
“Yes,” I groaned, rocking into his hand as I chased the release I could feel was right there.
“Where?” he mimicked me, and I couldn’t help but smile as I gasped when he pumped two fingers inside me.
“Anywhere,” I groaned.
He kissed my neck before lightly biting the soft skin. I rocked harder into his hand, the little slice of pain only fueling the desire coursing through my body.
“How about on my fingers,” he offered, curling them inside me for emphasis. “Then my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathed the word. “Yes, please.”
He grinned at me in the mirror. “Such manners.”
Gareth pumped into me faster, harder, giving me just the right amount of pressure to explode.
“Gareth,” I cried out his name as I came, doing my best to keep my eyes on him in the mirror the entire time, but losing him somewhere along the way as he continued to stroke me right into another crest of pleasure. I threw my head back, leaning against his chest as I trembled, moaning through the throes of it.
He gently removed his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth and humming around my flavor. “Exquisite,” he said, drawing my gaze again in the mirror.
Then he gently nudged my feet a little wider, lining up his cock with my wetness, dragging his head through my heat and making me shiver.
I was so damn sensitive.
“Condom,” he grumbled, shifting away from me.
I held him in place, gripping his forearm. “I don’t want a condom,” I said, and he stilled behind me. “I’ve been on birth control for two weeks,” I said. Daisy had gotten me into her primary who had been more than happy to write me the script. “And you know I haven’t been with anyone else.” And I knew he hadn’t either, thanks to how open he’d been in the beginning, showing me the last test he’d had that said he was clean.
“Serenity,” he said my name like a plea.
“If you don’t want me that way…if you’re worried about the risk, I get it. I don’t want to force you. But if you want me that way, you have me.”
