Page 69 of Ruthless Enforcer

Fuck.

Something in my chest pulls tight. I get up and lean over her to kiss her, slow and soft this time. “Yeah, sweetheart,” I murmur against her mouth. “I did.”

She kisses me sweetly, passionately, for a couple heartbeats. Then she yanks my head back. “I need more. Now.”

Grinning, I press my fingers deep into her. “Like this?”

Her body arches, her thighs squeezing my hand like she wants to hold me there forever. “More,” she says, panting. “I want you.”

My cock surges at that, eager to oblige. I nip her neck, a nipple, and her soft belly before I push her legs apart and settle between them. I run my thumb through her pussy, over her clit, and then replace it with my tongue.

I want to take—I want to fall on her like a wolf and eat her all up. I want to thrust myself into her and make her mine over and over and over again until we’re both passed out and can’t move.

But I promised slow and gentle, so that’s what my wife is going to get.

I slow down even more, savoring every involuntary twitch of her thighs, every broken gasp that escapes her throat. This is mine—her pleasure, her trust, her body learning what it means to want someone this badly. I want to watch her unravel slowly, because making my wife come apart on my tongue is the only power that matters.

“You ready to come?” I ask in between licks.

She lets out a half sob, half laugh, gripping my hair like she’ll never let go.

I have no problem with that. "Come for me, Clara," I say, and then I suck on her clit, swollen and red and hard, rubbing it with my tongue at the same time.

She does.

Her orgasm is slower this time, deeper, rolling through her in waves that leave her gasping and shaking. I don't stop, not even when she's pushing at my head, oversensitive. I keep going, tipping her over into another orgasm and then another.

Then I crawl back up her body and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

"Still want me?" I ask against her mouth.

"Yes." She anchors her leg over my hip and pulls me into her.

My cock settles right into her soft, warm wetness. I go still, closing my eyes, wanting to push in. I’ve never had sex without a condom—Mom beat into us early that if you’re going to have sex, you always suit up until you meet the woman you marry.

Yeah, I know we’re married, but I’m pretty fucking sure Mom meant a marriage that was going to last longer than a few weeks.

So I reach for another condom, tearing the packet open with my teeth. Clara watches me roll it on, her gaze hungry and unashamed.

When her eyes make it back to my face, I grin. "You like watching."

"I like you," she replies, pulling my ass closer with her legs.

"I like you too." I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her. "So much I'm going to make you come again."

She smiles, obviously amused. “Think so?”

“Know so.”

"Cocky."

"Yeah, I am." I push inside slowly—so slowly it's almost painful—and watch her face as I fill her. Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth falling open, her hands gripping my shoulders.

"Look at me," I command. "I want to see you when you come."

She opens her emerald eyes, my own private treasure. "Gabriel."

My name on her lips nearly undoes me. I hold still, fighting for control.