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Berke just shrugs his tattooed shoulders. “The hallway is a common area. Take that shit to your room.”
“And if we don’t?” I ask, curious about his answer.
“Then, I’d probably watch. You know, bored and all…”
With an impatient growl, Wyn tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to our room. Once inside, he presses me against the closed door and grinds his erection right where I need it. His brother is instantly forgotten. My entire body quivers at the feel of his hot tongue traveling up my throat.
Wyn’s hands have found their way under my dress again. He stares into my eyes as the sound for my underwear shredding rips through the quiet room.
“I could take you right here if I wanted. I should spread your legs wide and fuck you until the pattern on the door is imprinted into your skin. Do you know how hot it’d be seeing the pattern embedded in your back as a constant reminder of how I fucked up your world on wood?”
His words alone have me wet and primed to be reunited with my husband. My pussy begs for the pleasure only he is allowed to give me. My breath hitches as his teeth sink around my nipple. I don’t know how he got that one out but a few expert flicks of his tongue has me damn near climbing the wall.
“Do it. Claim me anyway you want and make me scream.”
“Shit. I love your enthusiasm.”
I’m naked by the time he drops me on our bed. I watch him as he slips off his bottoms. He’s so damn sexy. I get caught up in the sight of him and the knowledge that he’s mine every time he undresses for me.
“For now,” a little asshole in my brain whispers.
I shake the thought away to stay in the moment since my naked husband is the best thing my eyes know.
“Fuck me, Wyn. We can catch up on foreplay later.”
His smile promises me every naughty thing I want. Climbing on the bed, he pushes my legs apart and licks his lips as he stares at my pussy. Wyn grabs his dick then rubs it along my slit.
“First, I’m seeing how wet you are for me. Your body knows when I’m home.”
I cry out when he sinks into me. I know this doesn’t cure world hunger but one stroke has solved a lot of my problems. Damn, I’ve missed him. My back bows to meet his powerful thrusts. My nails graze his skin and make his eyes shine in challenge.
“Don’t hold back, Caterpillar. Give it all to me.”
Wyn’s mouth drops to lunch on my breasts.
“Mmm. Our babies will never go hungry with these,” he muses between nibbles.
I freeze. I know what he means but his thoughts break out the sad woman hiding inside.
“I’m not pregnant yet,” I confess on a half-wail.
I screw my eyes shut but the tears still find a way out. Wyn freezes and I turn my head to keep our gazes from locking.
I’m a failure.
“Imala, baby, look at me.” He moves his face into my line of vision and grips my jaw. “Focus on your husband.”
His title causes more tears to spill because I don’t know if he’d want to be my husband much longer, but I blink away the tears and look into his eyes. He starts moving again, delivering measured and satisfying strokes. My body tingles but it doesn’t lift my fog of sadness. Still, I maintain eye contact, choosing to focus on his blue-green irises with the specks of gray floating around. He steals a quick kiss then is back to his intense gaze.
“Fuck, I didn’t plan to say anything at this second but you need to hear it.” He moans from the pleasure he’s taking from my body. “I want to be a daddy but not at the expense of losing you. You’re my wife. I chose you. I want to keep you.”
“Why?” I sniffle. “What’s my purpose if I can’t give you what you want?”
His eyebrows drop to display his irritation. “Don’t ever ask me shit like that again. A baby has never been your only purpose in my life. I chose you because I want you. I stay because I love you.” My eyes go wide with shock but my heart dances. My words are stuck but it doesn’t matter since Caerwyn has more to say. “I don’t fuck you with the thought that it will be the time I get you pregnant.” His thumb traces my bottom lip as he thrusts into me hard. “I grab you and rip off your clothes because I’ve craved you all day. I love the way you feel, your sighs, moans, and how you look at me. It restores me after a fucked up day.”
His words squeeze at my heart because I want his love and devotion. He made me believe in love at first sight because I’ve been stuck on him from the moment we’ve met. Any fear I had for our love being one sided is being obliterated; each word stabs another hole in my fearful theory.
I wrap my legs around my husband's waist, giving more of myself to our love making.
