I pull back as Hayes reaches for the hem of my shirt. He sits enough to strip it off. His stomach flexes with his every movement, and it’s sinful.
My hair falls from my shoulders as my back arches, exposing my breasts. Hayes’s hands cup them perfectly. Fate might be a silly thing to some people, but when Hayes touches me, I swear I was made for him.
One hand teases my nipples, while the other skates down my stomach until he’s cupping me between my legs.
“You’re already so fucking ready for me.” He groans, kissing the side of my throat. “Fuck, I’ve missed this perfect pussy. I’ve missed you so damn much, freckles.”
He slips my underwear to the side, and I gasp, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he drives a finger in.
“I’ve missed you too.” I shouldn’t admit that.
It’s everything that will break my heart and get me into trouble. But it’s a chant from my lips as I rock in his lap. His fingers caress; his lips explore. And there’s no denying that I’ve missed him with my entire being.
Maybe if I close my eyes and wish, I can grant us a different future.
My skin prickles. Pressure climbs from my toes up my legs. It shimmies down my spine and through my core. Every inch of me tingles as he rocks his fingers slowly back and forth over my clit. He’s so incredibly patient, like he was my first time. Warming me up and teasing me until I can no longer withstand the heat building in my core.
My release is a dot on the horizon, but I’m barreling toward it. As if he’s summoned me to the ledge, demanding I surrender. My head tips back, and I fall; my vision darkens.
There is no bedroom. There is no difference between him and me. There is only us, and these waves that won’t stop cresting.
My climax pulses, but I need more.
I tip my forehead against his. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” The sweetest worry fills his eyes.
“The doctor cleared me for sex a couple of weeks ago. Please, I need this, Hayes.”
He grins, grabbing my ass and flipping us around so he’s hovering over me on the bed. “Then who am I to deny my wife what she wants?”
“You’re getting really comfortable calling me that.” I smile as he slips my shorts off.
Hayes kneels between my legs, shoving down his boxer briefs and gripping his hard cock. “I’m getting really comfortable knowing that you’re mine.”
He leans over me, easing in gentler than he did the first time. He rocks slowly, watching my body take him one inch at a time. Still, when he seats deep, there’s a fresh pain. A sharp adjustment that makes me wince.
He freezes, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect.” I rock my hips, proving I can take him.
I’ve spent my life being treated like I’m delicate. Like I can’t handle anything. But that’s not how Hayes treated me the night we met, and that’s not what I want now.He draws out my confidence—my wild side. He consumes every bit of doubt and has me grabbing for life instead of fearing it.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I angle my hips until he’s so deep, my vision blurs. “Fuck me, Hayes. I don’t want you holding back.”
He groans, his restraint snapping. This time, when he pulls back, his thrust is hard enough to move me up the bed. There’s no more caution. No more control. There is only need as he drives deep.
My heels dig into the backs of his thighs, and even if I just came, I’m barely holding on.
We’re a mess of nails on flesh. Of heat and desire. Our kiss turns from sweet to messy and desperate as he fucks me with his entire body. He’s no longer Hayes—he’s Soul. The man who commands the attention of his club. Who takes what he wants; who does what he wants. And tonight, that’s me.
My teeth sink into his lower lip while my nails rake his back. Each scratch nearly draws blood, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he fucks me harder.
He fucks me like we’re descending into an abyss. Unrestrained. Unsuppressed. We lose ourselves in this lawlessness.
And when he looks into my eyes and his cock drives deep, I’m shaking. Unraveling around him. Tightening until his grunts meet me where I’m at. My core pulses, thrusting him over the ledge with me.
This must be oblivion because I lose all thought outside of this moment. We’re wild and free. I press my face tohis chest, catching my breath as his hips slow. We steady ourselves. A mess of sweat-slicked skin and tangled sheets. Only then do I realize what we’ve done.
