Page 55 of Severe Husband Warning

“Hold still for me, love,” I murmur against her lips.

I take both her hands and draw them to my shoulders, giving her something to hold onto before I sink to my knees.

Hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, I press a searing kiss to the inside of her thigh.

“The sight of you,” I sigh, my breath ghosting over her swollen flesh. “Your moans. Tasting you like this.” My gaze lifts to hers. “I enjoy it immensely.”

I lower my head again, my hunger getting the better of me as my mouth returns to her. One hand slides up to cup her breast, my thumb rolling a hardened nipple, while the other slips two fingers inside her.

I flatten my tongue against her, tracing slow, deliberate strokes before quickening the pace. My fingers follow the same relentless rhythm until she's trembling beneath my touch.

“Stay still,” I order when her hips instinctively chase the movement of my hand.

“Please, Rothgar,” she breathes. “I want to come.”

A slow smile tugs at my mouth.

“You will,” I promise. “With my cock inside you.”

I withdraw my fingers just as I feel her walls tightening around them. Calla mewls at the loss, and a dark chuckle rumbles from my chest.

“Rothgar, I need you.”

She begs so beautifully, but she's wrong. It is I who desperately needs her.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lift her until her back meets the obsidian wall. She yelps in surprise before instinctively winding her legs around my hips.

“Good girl.”

Calla's answering moan deepens as I ease between her thighs, coating myself in the slick warmth waiting for me.

“I will worship you properly later,” I whisper against her heated skin. “I'll take my time learning every part of you. But right now…” My gaze holds hers. “Right now, I need you fast and hard.”

I enter her with a sharp thrust, and Calla screams my name so loudly that a rough chuckle escapes me.

“Hold onto me,” I rasp as another cry spills from her lips.

My hands tighten on her hips as I drive into her, my thoughts narrowing until nothing exists beyond the sound of Calla's pleasure.

I feel Calla's nails rake down my back before her teeth catch the side of my neck, trying to muffle the cries I keep drawing from her.

“You're so fucking perfect, wife,” I groan against her ear when I feel her tighten around me.

I slide one hand between us, pressing my thumb against her as she mewls, rocking her hips in time with mine.

Calla's head falls back, and I barely manage to weave a spell to cushion the wall behind her before she shatters around me.

My own release follows a breath later. Curse after curse falls from my lips as I bury my face against her neck, holding her close while the world comes back into focus.

I hold her until the last tremor passes through her.

“That was amazing.” I kiss her, already hardening again. “Do you have more in you?”

“Yes.” She smiles. “I want you.”

I will never tire of hearing those words.

Tightening my hold around her, I carry Calla to the bed. I lower her gently onto the mattress, never allowing our bodies to part as I bend over her, bracing myself on either side of her head.