Page 140 of Be My Wife


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My body roars into gear.

Takes over.

Hunger blinds me to the voice in my head warning that something’s extremely wrong.

I drive Elizabeth back against the island counter.

Hear her pleasured gasp mixed with pain from the force.

I grab her by the waist.

Tear her panties to her knees.

Bend her over so her face presses into the counter.

Damn.

She’s so beautiful.

I can’t concentrate on anything else.

Except making her groan.

Making her scream for me.

I grapple to undo my belt and shove my pants down.

We’ll talk after this.

Twenty-Eight

Elizabeth

I listen to Brogan’s steady breaths as I stare at the bedroom ceiling.

One of my hands are resting above my head, the other is on my stomach.

The mattress is warm beneath me.

Damp from sweat.

Steamy with the fragrance of our desire.

I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to move. My body’s sore from all the positions Brogan twisted me into. My throat’s hoarse. My head is foggy.

Damn.

I inch my thighs together.

They’re heavy.

Like I’m moving through jello.

My legs are cramped.

From being wrapped around Brogan’s waist.

Suspended over his shoulders.

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