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Chapter 20
I feel full.
It’s the only thought flourishing in my brain as Kal impales me on his cock, the tip practically tickling my womb as he pushes into the hilt. Arousal clogs in my throat, blossoming in my chest like a flower after an arduous night; one by one, each petal unfolds, until the bud stretches fully, ready to soak in the sunlight.
He moves slowly, achingly so, our mouths tangling in a kiss I feel in my toes. Bracing me with the tops of his thighs, Kal claws at my butt cheeks, using them to pull me up and down, as if trying to ease me into the motion.
Sure, it’s been weeks since I last had him inside me, but I don’t need a warm up. Don’t want one; my pussy convulses with each thrust in, trying to clamp down and keep him in place, my body racing toward another release when he hits that sweet spot.
But then he’s retreating, pulling out just to shove back in, and the lack of immediate fulfillment has me digging my fingernails into his neck, trying to get closer.
Extracting his mouth from mine, he huffs out a shaky breath, glancing between us, watching with glazed eyes where he disappears into me.
Droplets from the shower rain down his skin, clinging to the wet strands of his inky hair, and soaking his clothes. Though, he doesn’t seem to mind the latter, focusing instead on the nakedness in front of him.
The lust flushing his face makes my stomach twist deliciously, but it still isn’t quite enough.
“Kallum,” I cry, losing track of the number of times I’ve said his name at this point. He cants his hips forward, sealing our skin together, and I flutter around him, distraught.
His eyes flash with something sinister as he looks up at me, cocking a brow.
“Something the matter?” he asks, continuing his sensual assault.
There’s still a bead of my blood collected at the corner of his mouth, and I lean up, licking it off with the tip of my tongue, reveling in the metallic flavor, my body lighting up like the Fourth of July when I recall the way it felt to have him draw it from me.
The slight of pain, drowned out by the crazed glint in his dark gaze as he sucked and laved, as if it was the juice of a pomegranate and he was starved in the Underworld.
Capturing his bottom lip between my teeth, I tug sharply, loving how the gesture causes him to ram harder into me. I gasp, trying to memorize the feeling of having him fully seated inside me, and then he pulls back, tsking.
“What is it? Is my cock not enough for my slutty little wife?” He punctuates each word with a sharp jab of his hips, his tip stabbing against my G-spot, making me dizzy.
“More,” I croak, shifting my hips, trying to guide the movements myself.
He pinches my ass, landing the flat of one palm against one cheek. “I’m trying to go slow.”
“I don’t need slow,” I say.
Chuckling darkly, he pulls out until he’s just barely inside me, my pussy clenching around air. “I wasn’t doing it for you, little one.”
Kal pistons his hips, fucking me so hard all of a sudden that the glass door rattles on its hinges. My palms slap against the material, slipping with the force of each brutal thrust, tension coiling tight in my stomach, threatening to unravel at any moment.
“Good little wives need good fuckings,” Kal says, pressing his lips to my temple. “And I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?”
“God, yes,” I squeal, my voice low and raspy like it’s been raked over coals and burned to a crisp. My head knocks against the door as he fucks me, and I wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. “Yes, Jesus, please. Right there.”
“No saviors here,” he says, teeth grazing my forehead. “Just me, your husband, dragging you to Hell with him.”
If this is Hell, lock me up and throw away the key.
The tension in my core begins to expand, like a fireball being blown outward, incinerating everything in its path. I pulse around him, clutching the start of an orgasm, trying to pull it over me but unable to make it work.
“I’m... almost there,” I whimper, not even caring about how desperate I sound at this point.
I am desperate. Miserable, anguished, and wretched for every second not spent with this man inside of me, filling me with his darkness, not even stopping to ask questions about my own.
“Fuck, me too,” he says, increasing the strength of each thrust, like he’s trying to break me wide open. “You feel fucking incredible.”
His hand comes up, collaring my throat with his long fingers, and then he’s squeezing, stealing the air from my lungs the way he has before.
