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“Repeat what you said, Rai.”
“That I wasn’t drunk?” She shook her head. “I wasn’t. I married you sober. After we ate, my buzz wore off. I remember everything.”
She betrayed him, betrayed his trust, and he seemed like the type who held grudges. However, at the moment, he was inside her and harder than concrete. They both knew him pulling out wasn’t an option; therefore, she would take this dick and go.
“Rai,” he kissed her cheek, her neck, “you weren’t drunk…and neither was I.”
The “huh” never left her mouth.
He moved, his pace steady and deep when she was prepared for rough, angry, and hard. Then he kissed her forehead.
The space between her brows.
The bridge of her nose.
At last, his lips claimed hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, angled her head, and opened up so her tongue could meet his, touch his, taste his. She swallowed as much of his prickly nature as she could until he groaned and moved to her neck.
“Lucas…” She kissed the side of his face, his ear. “Oh God, Lucas.”
He mumbled an answer that ended in her name, twice, but then his mouth was on hers again, and she felt every broad inch with each stroke.
“Rai,” he nipped her top lip, “we’re staying married.”
The joke was on her—she actually thought she would have proven her point by agreeing to marry this man. She truly, honestly thought this wouldn’t have happened, them succumbing in less than a month when it was clear that their rage and desire had been nearly indistinguishable.
She cupped the side of his face, so wet she dripped onto his pelvis. “I want to be your wife,” she whispered.
“Can my wife take more?”
He’d asked, but he was already sinking further, stretching her, pushing against her walls until she felt the need to hold her breath as if that would create the space to take all of him.
“Be a good girl,” he sank all the way in, “and take your husband’s dick.”
“Yes, Lucas.”
“You’re my good girl?”
“Yes, Lucas.”
Slow was torment.
Slow made her heady as pleasure tugged at her nerve endings and made her feel him in places more vulnerable than inches deep inside her.
“Please.” She rolled her hips. “Faster.”
She couldn’t handle him like this.
Like this, she would come too hard.
He kissed her again and increased the depth of his stroke without increasing his pace. Whenever he slammed into her, she would have slid on the sofa cushions if he wasn’t holding her in place.
Then he gave her what she wanted.
Faster.
Harder.
