There's no space between us, not even a breath, and somehow it's still not close enough.
I'm shaking, trembling on top of her, my body vibrating with the need to be closer, to taste every inch of her, to consume her.
I'm not going to make it through this.
My hands are in her hair, fisting it at the base of her neck, yanking her head back, giving me full access to her mouth.
Her throat.
To her skin.
To the little spot where her neck meets her shoulder that makes her whimper when I bite it, sucking the skin into my mouth until there's no doubt there’ll be a bruise there in the morning. My teeth rake down her throat and she shudders, her hands fisting in my hair, her legs locking around me.
I need her.
I need her more than I've ever needed anything in my entire life.
"You have no fucking clue how bad I need you," I growl against her skin, my teeth dragging along her collarbone. "I'm gonna fucking eat you alive, Pink."
She moans, the noise desperate and broken and wanting.
I drag my hand up the front of her shirt until I can get a grip on the front of it. I tear it open. Fabric rips and buttons go flying, but she's splayed out on the table, her bare tits right fucking there, and I groan.
"Shit, look at you," I say, pulling back just enough to admire her. She's flushed and panting and so fucking gorgeous I could die. I trail a hand up her ribs, brushing my thumb over her nipple. Her back arches as she whimpers, the noise going straight to my cock.
"You gonna keep staring, or are you going to do something about it?"
Goddamnthat smart fucking mouth.
I smirk and dip my head, flicking my tongue over the hard peak. "You mean like this?" I ask, before sucking it into my mouth, biting down on the sensitive flesh.
Her hips shoot off the table, and a strangled moan rips from her throat.
"God," she whimpers, her fingers digging into my scalp.
"There's no god here, baby," I murmur, switching to the other breast. "Only me." I bite down again, and she cries out, her body writhing beneath me.
I reach down and grab the ring she wears on a chain around her neck, the one I'm not supposed to know about. "You know what this means?"
She shakes her head, and I pluck her nipple between my fingers.
"It means you're my fucking wife." I suck her nipple back into my mouth and her legs tighten around me. "As much as you might want to deny it, it means that you're mine, Pink."
"Kasen—"
"You need to know I don't share." I switch to the other nipple, biting it hard enough to sting before soothing the pain with my tongue. "I don't fucking share. You let me have you, and I'll kill any motherfucker who tries to touch you. I will kill him."
Yeah, I’m saying some unhinged shit, but she brings it out in me. Always has.
She moans again, and there's sauce smeared against her arm and water and lettuce in her hair. My hand shifts and a plate smashes on the floor as her fingers fumble with my belt, the button of my pants, and then she's shoving them and my boxers down just enough to free my cock.
"Tell me to stop now, Pink, because once I'm inside you, I'm never leaving." I swear to Christ, I'm about to lose my fucking mind.
My free hand works on yanking down her leggings, which is real fucking difficult considering any time I try to put space between our bodies to reach down there, she thrashes and fights to get closer.
"If you stop, I'll fill your bed with Legos and you'll never sleep again." Her hand wraps around me, stroking slowly as she stares up at me, dead serious. "Do you know how many timesI've touched myself since Vegas and imagined it was you?" Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Fuck," I hiss, my head falling to her shoulder. "You can't just say that shit, woman." I laugh, a dark, broken sound, but it's hard to breathe, let alone laugh right now.
