Page 77 of The Temptation of Roan Island

“Wife.”

She stops rambling, swallows, licks her lips and raises her eyes to mine. “I like it when you call me that,” she whispers.

“I like it too.” I kiss her nose. “Lay down.”

With eyes on her, I stand up and finish untying my cravat. My vest goes next, then my shirt. The entire time, she’s curled on her side, watching with a dreamy smile.

“You’re beautiful,” she says with a sigh.

When I unclasp my belt and whip it out of the belt loops, her eyes widen. I drop my pants, and she scoots a little closer to the edge of the bed, crooking a finger at me.

I step over to her. She grins and, little vixen that she is, licks up my shaft. I groan, pre-cum dripping out the tip. “Careful, Mrs. Roan, if you keep that up you won’t get a wink of sleep.”

“I’m not feeling so tired anymore.” She kisses my tip, sucking off the gathering arousal.

“Fuck,” I curse, grabbing the closest post of the four-poster bed to keep me steady.

She smiles, but her eyes are sleepy, and her muscles relax as she licks me. I step back. She pouts, which makes me chuckle. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You need to sleep, and I need to take care of you. Let me do that, Pippa.”

She sighs and scoots over, making room for me on the bed. “Fine. But only for twenty minutes. I’ll sleep for twenty minutes, then you better wake me up fucking me.”

I almost choke. “You want me to do that?”

“Yes.” She crawls on top of me. “If you want to.”

I laugh at that because there isn’t much I don’t want to do with Pippa. She smiles slyly before working her hand around my cock, positioning the head at her entrance. I fall into her eyes as she lowers herself. Her pupils expand, nearly covering the blue of her irises.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I tighten my fists on the bedding to keep from grabbing her and pulling her all the way down. Only my tip is inside her, but already she’s squeezing me so tight I nearly come.

“You’re… so… big.” She pants out the words while lifting and lowering in tiny measures, making me groan. She’s going to over-exert herself like this.

“You’re not warmed up enough yet.” She’s wet, but not fully open.

“Believe me, I’m plenty turned on.” She braces her hands on my chest as she slides further onto my shaft. Her brow is dewy, and her muscles strain.

Can’t have that. I roll us, putting me on top. “You’re supposed to be resting, wife.”

“And you’re supposed to be deep inside me, husband.”

That word. Husband. Fuck. It makes me ravenous, but I put a clamp on my need, and take a deep breath, blowing it out. “Relax, and I will be.”

She huffs, but then I draw a nipple into my mouth, and she instantly responds with a moan. Her legs fall open, her body melting at my touch, taking me deeper. “That’s my girl.”

She closes her eyes while I do the work, easing in and out of her while peppering her with light kisses and caresses. Happy moans punctuate the touches she particularly likes. I repeat those more often, but keep mixing it up, exploring every inch of her. My body shakes from denying my cock the punishing thrusts it aches for, but I don’t want to rush this. My only goal is enjoying her, making her feel good, reveling in each other. This is its own kind of hunt. To stalk her pleasure at the expense of my own. But when I sink all the way in, pelvis to pelvis, it feels so amazing I nearly start humping her like the beast I am.

Forcing myself still, I drop my forehead to hers, taking slow deep breaths. If I lose control right now, I might hurt her.

She doesn’t help the situation. She rocks her hips with a soft, begging sound, her tiny hands grabbing hold of my ass, directing me. My girl needs more. And I want to give it to her—carefully—without turning rabid myself.

With small movements, I tilt my pelvis to drive my cock up and reach between us to pet her clit. She arches her back, whimpering at each stroke.

Within seconds she’s contracting around me and gasping my name. I grit my teeth, fangs puncturing my bottom lip. The sharp pain only adds to the electric feel of her squeezing me. But the thing that sends me over the edge is the look of bliss on her face. So pretty when she comes. I would sacrifice anything to see that look on her face every day. With a jerk, I spill myself, unable to hold back. Grunting, I fill her with so much hot cum it drips out. I thrust softly, using my cock to shove it back up where it belongs.

She sighs and wiggles down into the mattress. “You feel so good inside me.”

I brush the damp hair from her face and kiss her forehead. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” The truest words I’ve ever spoken.

I had every intention of giving her what she asked for, letting her sleep with my hard length buried inside her, but when she came, it was impossible to hold back. With lazy strokes, I push my cum deeper. An image dances in my mind of Pippa, round and full with my child, so beautiful as she creates life.