Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Like now.
Her husband ran his tongue along her folds, and her senses started to spiral. He parted her folds open, and even though she already knew what to expect, shock still coursed through her veins at the first thrust of his tongue. His hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom to pull her hips up, and when his tongue thrust back into her, he ended up tasting her so, so deeply that it was as if they were already one even without him taking her.
Again and again it happened, her husband tasting her deeper and deeper and deeper. But just as she was about to hit the peak, it was when he suddenly pulled away, and when he came back inside of her again, it was this time, oh, finally, finally, finally—-
"Lukas!"
She could only cry his name out as her husband buried himself inside of her, and oh the length of him, and the girth of him—-
Her nails raked his back as he started pounding into her, and he did it so, so hard that she found herself clinging desperately to his shoulders. Every thrust sent her soaring higher and higher, and as much as she wanted this to last forever and ever—-
When her dazed gaze lifted to her husband, and she saw how he was staring down at her with dark eyes full of hunger—-
For her!
The knowledge was just too much, her lips parting in a silent cry as infernal pleasure consumed her from within. She could feel the devouring intensity of his stare as she shattered around his length. It was almost as if he was committing every expression on her face to memory. Almost as if he saw her as the most precious thing in his life, and thoughts of her alone gave him life.
It just didn't make sense, she found herself thinking dazedly.
Even if Lukas had made her his wife, and she had seen how wonderful he was with their son—-
He could have had any other woman on this earth, and so it just didn't make sense.
Why me, she wished she could ask.
Why was it she who now wore his ring on her finger and bore his mark on her skin?
Why was it her name that Lukas was now groaning out as he, too, started to cum and her body that he was now shooting his seed into, again and again and again?
"Stay with me," her husband growled as his hips moved roughly against her, and his seed overflowing until it started trickling down her inner thighs.
Oh, if only she could stay with him and last for as long as he wanted to.
But with the heat of his possession burning her to the core of her being, she was powerless to keep her eyes from slowly drooping, and oblivion claimed her once again.
Chapter Eighteen
LUKAS HAD THE MOST honorable intentions at first.
As he watched his wife gradually lose consciousness in the aftermath of her climax, he vowed to himself that he would allow her body to rest and fully recover.
And for a few hours, he managed to keep his promise. He took care not to wake her as he pulled out. Took a cold shower when his body remained hard and hungry. He did everything possible to keep himself from disturbing her, but when a knock from the nanny had his wife out of bed and sleepily breastfeeding their son—-
I want her again.
Need her.
Now.
Lukas gave Julie leave to retire for the night and slowly closed the door behind him. He already knew what he wanted as he turned back to face his wife, and the rosy tint of her cheeks as her gaze collided with his told him that she, too, was thinking of the same thing.
Lukas made his move as soon as their boy was back in his bed. He had her up against the wall in no time, her legs locked around his waist, and his mouth fiercely latching to one nipple as a starving man would.
He was patient and methodical even in his hunger, and so he soon had what he desired. Her fingers gripped his hair as her sweet milk poured into his mouth, and he lapped it all up like a man who had thirsted for an eternity.
Desire as he had never experienced raged inside of him, and his length sprang up against her belly.
In one moment, he had straightened to his full height and his manhood sheathed deep into her throbbing moistness.
His gaze locked with hers as he thrust in and out of her at a maddeningly slow pace. Her eyes begged him to take her hard and fast, but still he tortured her with his unhurried thrusts. He wanted her completely out of her mind with desire for him, and it was only when she started rubbing her body uncontrollably against his that he finally gave her what they both wanted.