She pulls back, meets my gaze, and gives me a breathless smile. “I love you, Nero.”
Fuck.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel all of her, to have her close, closer than this, closer than words can bring us.
In one swift movement, I stand up, gripping her by her thighs. She makes a surprised gasp, her arms clinging to my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine.
“I need to be inside of you,” I whisper against her lips as I carry her through the penthouse to my bedroom.
The bedroom where my wife belongs.
We fall onto the bed.
My mouth crashes onto hers, the kiss fueled by the need to make her feel every bit of desire that’s raging inside me.
Her hands roam over my back, my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I press my body against hers, savoring every curve, every inch of the woman who’s made me whole again.
I pull away just enough to peel off her clothes, revealing inch after inch of flawless pale skin.
When she’s completely bare on the bed, her hair fanned out on the sheets, I lift her leg and press a kiss to the inside of her ankle.
A blush spreads across her cheeks. “What happened to needing to be inside me?”
“I got distracted by the view,” I murmur, trailing my lips up her calf. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as my wife spread out naked on my bed.”
She grins. “You mean our bed, right?”
“Not until we christen it.” I put her foot down flat against the mattress and place the next kiss against her inner thigh. Goosebumps ripple over her skin. “So for now, you’re in my territory, and I get to do whatever I want with you.” I place a kiss right against her slit and drag my tongue through her folds.
Her taste—exquisite. Her moans—pure bliss. But fuck, it’s the way she clutches my hair when her orgasm sweeps over, the way she rubs her cunt against my face that makes me nearly lose it.
I shove my jeans off and move up her body, hovering over her as she catches her breath. Her expression is dazed but determinedas she flips onto her belly, pushes herself up, and hikes up her ass.
The sight of her makes me groan.
“Inside, now,” she demands, but I’m already on my knees behind her, spreading her thighs and running my fingers over her slick core.
The moment I thrust into her, my mind goes blank. There’s nothing but us—just me, her, and this perfect moment. Slowly, I pull out, savoring the way she arches her back and pushes her ass up even more, as if inviting me back in.
“I can’t believe I get to do this for the rest of my life,” I mutter, entranced as I thrust back in.
She tosses her hair over her shoulder, glancing back at me with hooded eyes. “Same.”
A grin tugs at my lips.Mine. She’s all mine.
I reach for that hair—my obsession—and coil it around my fist, making her arch just a little more. “Hold on, baby.”
The second her hands wrap around the top edge of the mattress, I give her my all.
I pound into her, hard and fast, my balls slapping against her clit, her moans getting louder and louder. The ten-thousand-dollar bedframe, supposedly unbreakable, makes a worrying creak.
Fuck it. If it breaks, we keep going.
I feel her pussy start to spasm around me. “Oh God, Nero. So. Good.”
I release her hair, gripping her thighs as my own orgasm rushes through me—a wild, consuming force. My eyes squeeze shut, and I let out a low groan as my cum spills out of my cock in harsh spurts.
I nearly collapse on top of her but catch myself just before I crush her small form into the mattress, rolling us over instead. We lie there panting and trembling. It's perfect.
