Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
She moans softly at the sound, and my lips curve to one side.
“I definitely would,” he murmurs, and then her eyes blow wide, and I look over, just as his tongue leaves her skin, her blood now smeared along her knuckle.
Reaching between her legs, I move her panties to one side, slowly sliding inside her.
Her mouth opens and I swallow her cries with my own, pressing inside her until there’s nowhere else to go. To reach. I’m buried, drowning in her heat and going delirious with her moans.
There’s a soft clacking then her fingers are in my hair. Another, and then her other hand is digging into my neck, but that’s the last sound.
Mino leaves her legs locked in place, but her torso flies off the desk, forcing me back.
My feet plant firmly on the floor, hands digging into her hips, and I pound into her, her body bouncing, our skin slapping.
“Holy shit,” she rasps, clawing at my shirt until she’s yanking the buttons free, fingers rubbing all over me.
She grips my neck, shoving it to the side, and then her hot tongue is gliding over my tattoo, licking and kissing and sucking. She moves to the opposite side, taking my ear between her teeth.
She bites, and I pull all the way out of her pussy, slamming back inside.
She screams into the space, the shrill, salacious sound echoing and beating at my eardrums, and I want it again and again. I fuck her hard, rough, and she begs for more.
“Keep fucking going, husband.”
“Call me that again and I’m going to come.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Baby, I’m a man.” My chest rumbles and I squeeze her ass, pushing in and grinding her down on me. “I can come inside you right now and keep going for as long as you need me to, and then I’ll come again.”
She clenches around me, and I groan, digging my hands under her cheeks and lifting her from the desk, just enough for my knuckles to press to the wood.
I use my hold on her for support, fucking us into each other at a steady, speedy rhythm.
My head falls back, neck stretching, and she licks along my chest, heaving herself closer, pushing her pussy into me as much as she can.
“There you go, baby.”
“So close,” she gasps, burying her face in my neck, holding on to me for dear fucking life.
Like I want her to do for the rest of hers.
For-fucking-ever.
I groan into her hair, sinking my teeth into her neck.
She starts to shake, the cuffs around her ankles jingling, arms tightening, and then she shatters.
“Fuck, Enzo!” She comes hard, pulsing over my cock, and I follow right behind.
I jerk into her, liquid heat making the perfect fucking mess between us.
I pull out all the way, just to see the rope of my pearly seed spilling from her, then swipe along her slit, gathering what I can on the head of my dick and pushing it back inside.
“Why is that so hot?” she murmurs.
I look up at her, and her eyes are hooded, delirious. Using my pinkie, I push the pieces of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead back, and a small, almost shy, smile pulls at her lips.
“You look good and well fucked, my wife.” My voice is lower than intended.
“You’re really good at what you do,” she whispers teasingly, and a soft chuckle leaves me.
She leans her head on her elbow, one arm draped over my shoulder, mine slung around her back the only thing holding her up.
“Should we head for bed?”
“Bath first?”
I smile down at her, kissing her lips softly. “Anything for you.”
Reaching over, I unclick the cuffs from the metal bar on the ends of the desk, leaving them hanging around her ankles as I lift her bridal style into my arms.
She cuddles into my hold, tucking her arms and head until she’s cocooned as much as possible. My slacks are barely hanging on around my thighs, but I don’t set her down. I shuffle my ass to the elevator and then down our hall until we reach our bedroom.
Easing her to the bed, I kiss her forehead then kick my slacks off before moving for the bathroom to start the bath. I open the floor-length windows, letting the night’s breeze through, and head back to strip my wife of her clothing, but when I get back in the room, her eyes are closed, her hand pressed to her chest. Her left hand.
I lower onto the comforter, gently taking it in my hand, and she doesn’t stir.
Not when I run my finger over the spot her ring belongs, my mark right there for the world to see.
A stamp that will never be erased.
A claim that can’t be undone.
Queen Fikile.
My queen.
My wife.
My entire fucking world.
I could have lost her tonight. Should have, in fact. Anyone else would have taken my little bride, to keep as their own, to rape or murder or sell, sadly the possibilities are endless.