Leaning back on my elbows, my eyes flutter closed as I dwell in the sensations. He’s taking his time, tasting every inch of me, and purposefully ignoring the good bits as he works his way up my body.
His lips finally find mine as his pelvis thrusts against me, his cock sliding through my wet folds. His tongue dances with mine as he holds me close, as if I’m precious to him. His hands run over my back, tracing the faint scars there, as mine curl around his neck, encouraging him to move things along.
He breathes a laugh against my lips, then nibbles on the bottom one. “We have all night, Rebecca. I’m going to enjoy my wife.”
“Please, Trey,” I whine, bucking my hips up into him. “I need you inside me.”
His hand curls around my nape, fingers catching in my hair as he tilts my head just the way he likes. His tongue plunges into me, demanding and harsh as his lips devour mine. Trey’s cock slides against my clit, over and over, and I shudder against him as the coil winds tighter.
His other hand runs down my back and over my ass, lifting my leg to move it over his hip, opening me up to him.
“Please,” I beg again, grinding against his erection.
“Patience, wife,” he growls into my neck, licking the base of it as he squeezes one of my nipples through the lace. The scratch of the lace rubbing against the tender swollen nubs sends my back arching, the feeling both uncomfortable and leaving me desperate for more. Trey hums against the swell of my breast as his fingers hook under the straps, drawing them down to give him unfettered access. He sucks the base of my neck, marking me—and then, without warning, he bites down, thrusting into me at the same time. A wail tears out of me as the pain and pleasure coalesce into a blinding flash of pleasure, and Trey chuckles into my ear. “One,” he pants out before sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting down on it then laving it with his tongue.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he pumps faster into me. His eyes lock with mine, staring into my soul as the pleasure starts to mount once more. I cry out in indignation when he pulls out, but he throws himself down on the bed and lifts me on top of him, plunging back into me.
Trey captures my hands in his, holding me as I grind against him, my head thrown back at the almost too full feeling of him inside me.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I slowly bring my head back down, opening my eyes. “I love you, Rebecca Williams. Always.”
“I love you too,” I whisper, speeding up my movements as another orgasm approaches.
Trey releases a hand and pinches my clit hard, making me yelp. “Come, Rebecca. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
He rubs my aching clit, then pinches it again, shooting me into the heavens. Collapsing on top of him, I moan as he stills inside me. “I can’t take any more, Trey,” I gasp out, breathless and languid.
He laughs softly. “Yes, you can. That’s two. I think you’ve got at least one more in you.”
Apparently, I had three more in me, as he proved over and over how much pleasure he could wring from my body.
***
After a late morning and room service breakfast in bed, I’m fixing my hair in the bathroom as Trey gets the last of our things packed.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize myself. My eyes are sparkling, and instead of the expressionless mask I’m so used to wearing, my face is open, a small smile tilting up the corners of my mouth. It’s been so long since I’ve recognized this feeling in myself, that it takes a minute for me to process it. I’m content, happy even, and I feel lighter.
Stifling a yawn—Trey had woken me up several times during the night for more heart-pounding sex—I pack up my things and head into the room.
“Ready?” Trey asks as he double-checks we haven left anything behind.
“Ready.”
Taking my hand, we leave the magnificent hotel behind, ready to start our new lives as Mr. and Mrs. Williams.
Chapter 41
Special Agent
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Vincenzo Gianelli is going to kill me. My heart pounds as I race through the trailer, throwing open doors, making sure that bitch isn’t hiding somewhere.
How the fuck did Dutch get out of the cage? That fucker was padlocked and chained. Both of which now lay on the ground, obviously having been clipped with bolt cutters.
Who?
Grinding my teeth, I suck air in and out through them, trying to calm my rage. Fucking goddamn fuck! Punching the wall, I leave a dent behind as I storm out of the trailer, slamming the door shut behind me. Fucking pine needle covered ground is no use for following footprints - and the ground is too dry anyway.
