She arched as I flicked her nipple with my thumb.
“You dressed like a princess,” I murmured darkly, “but no one knows what a filthy little fucktoy you are beneath it all. And no one ever will.”
“Silas…” she moaned, squirming.
I dipped down and licked a slow circle around her nipple. She cried out when I finally latched on, sucking deep and hard until she trembled beneath me. My hand claimed the other breast, squeezing and massaging like it was mine to knead—and it was.
“Bet they’ll be even bigger when you’re leaking for me,” I murmured darkly against her skin. “When this body really starts preparing for me. For our baby.”
She let out a helpless sound, and I felt her hips shift, searching for friction.
“You like that thought?” I growled, pinching her nipple until she gasped. “Me licking milk off your swollen tits? Filling you while you drip for me?”
“God, yes…”
“That’s it, fucktoy. I’m going to make you beg for it.”
I flicked my tongue over her nipple, slow and deliberate, before drawing it deep into my mouth. She arched, breath hitching, her fingers twisting in the sheets beside her. I sucked harder, pulling another desperate sound from her throat. Her body trembled beneath my mouth, and I gave her the other breast the same attention—licking, swirling, then sucking until she was writhing, flushed and panting.
Her thighs shifted, hips rolling upward in search of contact. My hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the edge of her lace thong. I didn’t rush. I let my knuckles brush over the damp heat, teasing her with the lightest touch.
“Silas…” she whimpered, trying to rock into my hand.
I slipped my fingers beneath the lace, barely dipping in before retreating. The slick heat of her made me groan against her skin, and I bit gently at her nipple before soothing it with my tongue.
“You’re soaked,” I murmured, voice low and reverent. “And we haven’t even started.”
Her breath hitched as I stroked her again—lazy, teasing passes that left her thighs trembling. She clutched at my shoulders, helpless against the way I played her body like I’d memorised every response. Because I had. This woman was mine in every sense of the word.
“You feel that, Everly?” I whispered, circling her slowly. “That ache building? That need?”
She nodded, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted.
“Good,” I said, kissing my way back up to her throat. “I want you coming undone. Completely.”
“Please, Silas, I need you inside me,” she gasped, hips lifting in silent plea.
“Yeah?” I murmured, trailing my finger lower, down to her ass. I brushed lightly, teasing her rim, and her breath hitched again. “There?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes. There.”
A wicked smile curved my mouth.
“Good girl,” I rasped. “Then turn over. Offer yourself to me.”
I stood, watching her body shift with pure, desperate need as she flipped onto her stomach, legs spreading just enough to tempt. Her back arched, that gold fabric still clinging in places—barely decent. My girl, my wife, laid out like an offering.
“Don’t move,” I said, stroking her thighs. “I’m going to take my time ruining you.”
I grabbed the cream and gold underwear, tearing the delicate fabric in one swift pull. The lace gave way with a satisfying rip,exposing the heat I already felt radiating from her. My breath hitched.
She gasped, eyes wide over her shoulder, but she didn’t stop me—she arched higher, like she needed me to finish what I started.
“You wore these to test me,” I muttered, tossing the ruined panties aside. “You like getting destroyed, don’t you?”
Her answering moan was all the confirmation I needed.
I palmed her cheeks, spreading her open so I could take in every glistening inch of her. She was already soaked, trembling and waiting.
