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My vision starts to blur as the impending orgasm grows closer. I want to grab it, cradle it in my arms, and nurture it until it’s big enough to shatter me into a thousand small, glorious pieces.
“I’m so close. So close,” I whimper, needing him to push me over the edge.
And just like the dutiful lover I’ve come to rely on, Alaric latches his mouth onto my nipple through the fancy dress he bought me, biting down so exquisitely that I have no choice but to come. The only thing that muffles my loud cry is Alaric’s other hand, which quickly covers my mouth. My soul slowly returns to my boneless, sated body, and my smile is so wide my cheeks hurt.
When someone clears their throat near our table, I finally look away from Alaric’s smoldering gaze to find a man next to us. The waiter watches us hesitantly. I’m still on Alaric’s lap, dazed with the orgasm he just gave me.
“Would you like dessert? The chef made an exquisite aux fraises et chocolat, this evening.” He sounds slightly scared.
Alaric nods, and the waiter quickly rushes away.
“I think he knows what we just did. In fact, I think everyone knows.” I eye a few curious glances from the restaurant’s patrons.
“Fuck them. I want my dessert now,” he growls, pulling me out of our seat.
“Where are we going?” I ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his wide strides on these heels.
He parades me through the restaurant before urging me down a short hallway and into a dark alcove. Alaric pushes me into the tiny hideaway, the sound of dishes and chefs shouting announcing that the kitchen must be close by. But Alaric doesn’t care. Instead, he swings me around and presses my cheek against the wall.
“Like I said, I want my dessert now,” he states gruffly, lifting my dress to my waist so my ass is in full view of anyone who dares pass by. I moan when his fingers touch my sensitive slit, my legs parting instantly for him even though I just came. I’m a greedy fucking bitch, it seems, when it comes to him.
“You’re fucking drenched, wife. This pussy is always so wet for me,” he growls hungrily.
“It’s your fault,” I tease, looking over my shoulder and catching a glimpse of the ravenous man behind me. “You do this to me.”
“Ah, love, and you fucking do this to me,” he retorts, releasing my pussy to grasp his cock, rubbing it against the crack of my ass.
A little whimper leaves me as he continues to play with my clit.
“I can’t get enough of you. Sometimes I think I’ll go mad if I’m not deep inside you.”
“Me too,” I admit in a whisper.
His feral expression softens as he peppers my bare shoulder with kisses.
“You consume me, Layla. I’m nothing without you.”
His loving words pull on my heartstrings, making me whimper with need.
“Make me yours. Please,” I beg, my knees threatening to buckle if he doesn’t fuck me.
With a nip at my shoulder, he stops his assault on my clit, and I feel his huge cock pressing against my hole, teasing me. As I’m about to act, he finally gives me what I want. A wail of relief escapes my lips as he thrusts his massive cock inside me, filling that emptiness with his love. He fists my hair and cranes my head back so he can devour my mouth as he pounds into me mercilessly.
Our lovemaking is just like our marriage—unexpected and all-consuming. Alaric plays my body like a fiddle, knowing exactly which buttons to push and which dirty words to use to tip me over the edge. And just as I expected, within seconds, I’m coming on his cock with his mouth on mine, swallowing the cry of ecstasy that leaves me. With three forceful thrusts, I feel his warm release fill me and begin to drip down my thighs. He grips my chin and delivers an earth-shattering kiss that leaves me breathless and at his mercy as my body becomes limp. When he breaks the kiss, I whimper in frustration, needing more of his love. No matter how much he lavishes me with it, I always want more. More. More. More. And I don’t see that feeling ever changing. For the second time tonight, the words I love you burn my throat, needing to come out and tell this extraordinary man how much he means to me.
His blue eyes, the ones that always seem to see the very darkest corners of my soul, soften as he pulls down my dress and fixes my hair.
“Let’s go home, baby.”
“What about dinner? Dessert?” I murmur, still relearning how to breathe.
“We’ll take it to go. I’d rather eat it off your body anyway.” He smirks cockily.
The smile that crests my face is almost as big as the love I feel for him.
“I like that idea.” I bite my bottom lip, tracing my thumb over his sharp jaw.
“I thought you would,” he replies with a laugh, and the sound warms me from the inside more than any food or decadent wine ever could.
