I’m starting to sweat. My breathing is erratic. The hand I’ve got curled over hers shakes slightly, and the muscles in my thighs and stomach are tensed.
I whisper, “Try to take a little more in your mouth, sweetheart. Go slow.”
The entire head of my cock is enveloped in wet heat. It feels so fucking good, I groan again. She licks and sucks and swirls her tongue around and around as I lie on my back, unraveling.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers, her lips moving against my skin.
She starts to stroke me slightly faster, responding to the pressure of my hand and the flex of my hips. When she leans forward and bobs her head, I warn, “Not too much or you’ll—”
She makes a retching sound. My dick pops out of her mouth.
“Gag.”
Pausing to catch her breath, she says hoarsely, “Boy, they never mention that in my books.”
“You’ll have to send a strongly worded letter to the author.”
“Damn straight,” she mutters. She exhales, tosses her hair over her shoulder, and leans forward again.
God bless a determined woman.
She starts to suck and lick again, setting a comfortable pace. Comfortable for her, anyway. I’m digging my heels into the mattress and grinding my teeth, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. The last thing I want is to lose control and start fucking her mouth like an animal, though that’s exactly what my body is demanding I do.
My cock throbs against her tongue. My balls ache. There’s a white-hot whorl of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my pelvis, and it’s all I can do not to clamp my hands on either side of her head and surge up into her perfect wet mouth over and over again until I explode.
I have to be a gentleman.
It’s our wedding night, after all.
Her hand and my shaft are slick from her mouth, so every stroke is now deliciously slippery. She’s squeezing harder as she strokes me, and it’s driving me fucking wild.
Through clenched teeth, I say, “I’m getting close. I’ll warn you right before.”
“Why?”
“So I don’t come straight down your throat.”
“Why would that be bad? I want to taste you.”
My groan is broken. If I walk out of this room alive, it will be a miracle.
I tip my head back on the pillow, find a strand of her silken hair, and tug on it as she sucks and strokes my cock. “Viper,” I whisper raggedly. “My beautiful viper. What have you done to me?”
When she moans around my cock, I feel it all the way down to my balls. Sucking in air through my teeth, I sink my hand into her hair and make a fist.
“Baby. Fuck. I’m there. I’m right fucking there—ah—”
I gasp and jerk, erupting in hot, uncontrollable pulses before I can finish the sentence.
She curls both hands around my shaft and sucks the crown as I come in her mouth, lost to sensation, my heart flying and my entire body shuddering with release.
When it’s over and I’m lying there panting and shaking, she gives my cock one final squeeze, sits back onto her heels, licks her lips, and smiles at me.
“You taste like hazelnuts.”
My laugh is breathless. “You like hazelnuts, sweetheart?”
“They’re my favorite thing.”
Maybe God doesn’t hate me so much after all.
28
Rey
When I open my eyes in the early morning, I have no idea where I am.
I lie on my side in the unfamiliar bed, staring out a wall of glass to an unfamiliar view of a city. There’s an unfamiliar soreness in my body—especially between my legs.
There’s also an unfamiliar but very comfortable warmth snuggled behind me. Like a heated blanket, only with muscles.
A ray of morning light catches the ring on my finger, blinding me with a sudden flash of scarlet. It all comes back to me like a full-body slap.
I’m married.
To Quinn.
My archenemy.
But that doesn’t feel right, calling him my archenemy. I’ve never had an enemy who killed for me or focused all his attention on my pleasure or gave me choices over how to live my life.
Now that I think about it, I’ve never had a friend like that, either.
Is that what we are now? Friends?
Don’t be ridiculous. Married people aren’t friends.
Are they?
I don’t know. I’ve never seen a marriage like that, but I suppose it’s not impossible they exist. In the “real” world, people marry all the time for love. Those people must like each other, too, I suppose.
Why else would you vow to spend the rest of your life with someone who’s going to annoy you half the time you’re together?
Or maybe normal couples don’t annoy each other.
Maybe normal couples don’t threaten to murder each other, either.
Though the murder threats are only coming from my side. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but if Quinn keeps acting so sweet, I’ll have to rethink how often I warn I’m going to put a bullet in him.
Stirring behind me, he says in a thick voice, “I can hear the gears turning, lass. You’re thinking again.”
“I know it’s hard for you to understand, but some people like to engage in that activity from time to time.”
“The only thing that’s hard for me to understand is how such a good-looking woman can sound like a broken lawnmower when she sleeps.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“It means you have sleep apnea.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “I don’t have sleep apnea.”
He wraps a heavy arm around my waist and kisses my nape. “You do. All the wild boars and elephants within a thousand miles heard your scary mating call,” he whispers, a smile in his voice.
“Spent much time with wild animals, have you?”
He snorts. “Only my whole life.”
Nuzzling his nose into my hair, he inhales deeply, then exhales with a satisfied sigh. He murmurs, “Good morning, Mrs. Quinn. You smell like an enchanted forest.”
With a feeling of wonder, it hits me: the man is a romantic.
He’s a hardened criminal who lives outside the laws of society, kills people without breaking a sweat, and probably robs banks and enjoys a little arson in his free time, but he’s also a romantic.
Dazed by that realization, I murmur, “Good morning to you, Mr. Quinn.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“For the most part. There was this big, hard object that kept poking into me at every turn, waking me up, but I managed to get a few hours in.”
Quinn flexes his hips, pressing his erection into my bottom. “Whatever could it have been, do you think?”
“There’s a broken spring in the mattress.”
“Hilarious.”
Caressing my breasts, he kisses my neck and hooks a leg over both of mine, pulling me closer. He whispers, “I’d like to put in a request with the home office that my wife always sleep in the nude.”
“Hmm. We’ll take it under consideration.”
Pulling on a nipple, he gently bites my shoulder. His voice grows husky. “I need to fuck you, woman.”
That makes me smile. “I think you take too many vitamins.”
His hand drifts down my belly, dipping between my legs. “It’s not vitamins. It’s you. You make my dick so hard, it hurts.”