She writhed beneath him, and he lost himself to her completely. She arched with a cry off the mattress, and he knew he’d never quite be master of himself again.
Didn’t care.
Couldn’t. She clutched at his shoulders, urging him up her body. He obeyed, stopping to kiss her breasts before taking her mouth, kissing her hard then softly as the tremors wracking her body gentled, stopped. She reacted so effortlessly to him, fell apart with ease.
What a sated, rosy woman.
Beautiful.
Made for him. Or maybe he’d been made for her.
He lay next to her, gathering her up, holding her close. His body begged for release, but this more important.
She turned into his chest, nuzzled it with her nose. “You now, yes? I know that is not all there is to it, husband.”
If he liked sayingwife, he liked hearing her sayhusbandeven more. His cock leapt, and as if answering its call, Caroline wrapped her sweet hand around it.
He hissed. “Christ, Caro.”
“Bad?” Her grip softened.
“Good. Deliriously good.”
“Ah. Excellent. Without a plan, I’m a bit unsure what to do next. But I do wish to touch you as freely as you have touched me.”
“I am at your disposal.”
With a satisfied smile, her free fingers marched across his chest, outlining his muscle, circling his nipple, driving him mad when they moved lower down the ridges of his abdomen. His clever wife could use her hands disparately, and the other explored his member, cupping and stroking and—
“Caro, you’re driving all control away,” he said through gritted teeth.
“What will you do about it?” she asked with faux-innocent eyes.
He rolled on top of her and kissed her, hard. Her arms flailed wide for a moment, and then she wrapped them around him, hands branding his neck, his spine, then with only the slightest bit of hesitation, his arse.
He ground against her, loving how she rolled her hips up to meet him. Her eyes were once more hazy with lust, and he needed to make her scream again.
“Hold steady, Caro-mine,” he whispered in her ear, “and tell me to stop if you need to.” He parted her legs with his knees and tested her cunny with two fingers—wet and ready. He nudged the head of his cock against her, teasing her breasts, wanting to build her pleasure even as he might banish it entirely. But when he inched inside her, she only gave a little gasp.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.” Thick brows barreling toward on another as she wriggled her hips. God, that felt good. “Not at all. A little… full.” Her brows relaxed. “Continue, please.”
Practical Caroline. “I’m going to take you.” He thrust in slowly. “I’m going to make you mine.”
“Already am,” she breathed, rolling up to meet him. “I suppose it will be official now, though.”
He gently tugged her nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. She hissed and moaned, forgetting practical, forgetting official. And when he was buried in her to the hilt, she bit her lip and dug her nails into his back.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Felix.”
Lost, then. He slid in and out of her, finding a rhythm perfect for them both. So easy with her, so right. He slipped a hand between their bodies to tease her clit. She gave a startled, pleasured cry, and he swallowed it with a kiss, still thrusting in and out as he built her to a climax once more, as he followed her to those heights.
She cried his name, her body pulsing around him, and he joined her, pulling from her slick heat and spilling his seed on the blankets beside them. To keep her safe.Themsafe.
When their bodies had settled into a deep rhythm of heavy breaths, he collapsed beside her, dragging her into his arms and kissing the top of her head. So right. As if this were where he was meant to be all along.
The next breath struggled to claw its way out of his chest. Ribs tightened and throat collapsed.
