Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. "And I'm so sick of pretending I don't want this."
She's pumping my dick now and I grab her wrist, stopping her before I embarrass myself. "Pink?—"
"What if you're right?" she whispers. "Maybe we're just crazy enough that this works."
"I'm right." I shift her arm above her head and pin her to the table with the weight of my hips. "I'm always fucking right. You should have learned that by now."
She rolls her eyes, and I grab her other hand, holding them both above her head in one of mine. I lean back and stare at her. She's splayed out on the table, dressed in only my ripped shirt with food smeared all over us both and her leggings and underwear dangling from one foot because I was too impatient to rip them all the way off.
Fucking perfect.
"Besides," I tell her, slipping my hand under her back and lifting her slightly, "I think I've earned this."
"Oh, yeah?"
I brush my thumb over the ring, and she sucks in a breath, her pupils dilating. "Yeah. I've been good to you, haven't I?"
She nods, her throat bobbing as she swallows.
"I think maybe you're the one who needs to show me how grateful you are." I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, groaning when her tongue darts out to touch my skin. "Maybe if you beg nicely, I'll give you what you want."
"I don't beg."
"Then I'm going to eat your pussy until you're about to come, and then I'm going to leave you here, high and dry, while I go fuck my hand and pretend it's you."
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but she doesn't give in. There's a wicked glint in her eye, the same one she gets when she's about to score a deal that'll fuck me over.
"You wouldn't dare," she says, lifting her chin in defiance. "Not if you ever want to sleep again, James."
I smirk, sliding down her body and lowering to my knees beside the table. My leg lands on top of a smashed burger, but I give no fucks. "You really are something else," I whisper, kissing my way down the swell of her stomach, my hands gripping her thighs. "We'll see how long you last."
"Maybe I'll just go find someone else to?—"
I don't let her finish. I don't let her say another goddamn word, especially the one she's about to say. I'm not going to hear it. She wants to play this game? Then we're fucking playing. My mouth is on her, my teeth scraping over her clit. I slide a finger inside of her, groaning when I feel how wet she is.
So goddamn wet and hot.
She cries out, her back arching off the table as she moans my name. My name, and it's the best thing I've ever heard in my entire life.
"Kasen—"
"You're not going to find anyone else." I drag my tongue over her clit, sucking it into my mouth. "No one. Because you're married to me. You're my fucking wife, Wren." I add a second finger. "Now say what I want to hear."
"I want?—"
"Say it." I flick my tongue against her, her pussy clenching around me. She's close, but I won't give it to her. I won't give her anything she wants until she gives me what I want.
"Fine. Fine, you asshole!" she gasps, writhing against me, her hips lifting, her legs trembling. "Please let me come."
I grin. "And?"
"And you were right." She's panting, her fingers fisting in my hair. "You're always fucking right."
I'm still not satisfied. I need more. I want her to admit that she feels this too, that she's just as obsessed and insane and lost as I am.
"Say you need me," I growl, curling my fingers inside her, my mouth sucking at her clit. "That you're my wife."
"I need you. Fuck, Kasen, I need you." She's shaking now, her whole body trembling as I push her to the edge. "I'm your wife."
