Page 328 of A Vicious Love

“Good girl,” I said into her skin. “That’s my wife. Learning how to take me.”

Her body clenched around the word wife.

I felt it everywhere.

“Fuck. You liked that.”

She made a small desperate sound.

I kissed her hard, thrusting a little deeper, swallowing the moan she gave me. “You’re going to hear it every day. My wife in my bed. My wife in my house. My wife on my cock. ”

Her legs tightened around me.

“Jamison.”

“No, baby. You wanted me. Now listen to what that means.” I kissed down to her breast again, sucking her nipple while I moved, letting my tongue circle until she writhed beneath me. “We’re going to fuck a lot.”

She gasped. “Jamison.”

“A lot,” I repeated, because the blush on her face deserved encouragement. “All the time. In our bed. Against the shower wall. Before events when you look too pretty and I decide Harlan can wait.”

Her mouth parted around a shaky breath.

“After events when you’ve spent the night being polite to people I hate.” I thrust slow and deep, and she met me again, better this time, sweetly clumsy and so fucking perfect I could barely stand it. “In offices. On desks. In the backseat of cars with the privacy glass up and my hand over your mouth because you refuse to stay quiet.”

Her eyes went wide.

Her body tightened again.

I smiled against her throat. “Oh, you liked that.”

“I did not.”

I moved, and she whimpered.

“You did.”

“I—” She lost the sentence when my thumb found her clit again, circling in time with the slow thrusts. Her hips lifted hard toward me, and the shock of pleasure widened her eyes. “Oh.”

“Yes. That.”

Her body started to take me differently after that.

Still so small around me that each stroke demanded restraint. But the fear loosened. Her hips found mine with more confidence, guided by my hand, my voice, the pressure of my thumb. She began to understand the rhythm. Lift when I pressed. Breathe when I paused. Cling when it got intense. Say my name when the feeling grew too large for silence.

I praised every piece of it.

“That’s it, baby. Move with me.”

Another slow thrust.

“Good girl. So fucking good.”

Her body rolled beneath mine.

“Look at you taking me. Thought I was too big, didn’t you?”

She moaned, embarrassed and pleased at once. “You are.”