Page 129 of Love Me

Light from the early-morning sun starts to lighten the room. My eyes suddenly pop open and land on him between my legs. His wicked tongue ignites a fiery pleasure. I grip the sheets, moaning.

“You’re forgiven.”

He chuckles and continues eating me until I am lying in a puddle of wetness. Kaden is relentless in making me see stars. His skilled fingers and hungry lips offer me the maddest pleasure and sweetest bliss.

“Kaden, please don’t stop.”

“Don’t intend to. Give me what I want, baby.”

I can’t deny him and combined with the pleasure I experience: legs trembling, thighs constricting, I come hard. I am afraid I will suffocate him.

In my euphoric state, he flips me over on my knees and elbows.

“Grip the headboard. Baby, I will not go easy on you.”

“Being fucked hard by my husband. The horror.”

He smacks my ass, and his thrust propels me forward. My hands fly to grip the headboard for leverage.

This is fucking, and it’s hot and sexy, and the pleasure feels like too much. Ecstasy licks at my belly.

“Kaden.”

“Take me. All of me. Every inch. Everything. I can’t get enough of you. Will never get enough of you. You’re my only addiction, my only truth.”

The bed rocks with his savage thrusts. The headboard hits the wall repeatedly. My moans mix with his low groans, creating a symphony of lust.

I bite my lip, all the pleasure making it almost impossible to keep silent. He lights a fire in my core that only he can soothe.

“Feel me taking you, claiming you, owning you.”

His hands dig into my ass cheeks, and he bends forward, getting deeper. It’s a slight burn and so much fullness, sucking me into a world of pure bliss and carnal euphoria. His lips trail down my spine, his tender kisses the opposite of his unyielding thrusts as he abandons himself to his animalistic side.

“Whose are you? And this time, I expect your answer.”

How is he capable of forming intelligible sentences?

“Kaden… yours. Only yours.” I was born to be his. Will die as his, and in between, I am meant to love him. And it’s liberating because he feels the same.

“Exactly. Mine. Just fucking mine. In this life and if there’s something beyond death, I want that with you too. Because I’m yours and only ever yours too.”

That declaration, combined with him inside of me, heightens my pleasure. Being his is a blessing. He worships every inch of my skin, treasures every heartbeat, and showers me with endless pleasure. I never want this to end. He’s not the only one who’s addicted.

Pure madness. Sheer delight. Sweet oblivion.

“I know.”

“I’m not fucking you hard enough if you can still sass me.”

My next words are drowned out by his palm coming down on my ass. At the same time, he pulls out, only to push even harder.

I am losing my damn mind. The pace he’s keeping up is maddening, either too slow, where I feel every ridge dragging out and teasing me, or hard and fast, dots dancing before my eyes.

“Kaden, do you have any idea what you do to me?” I ask over my shoulder and our eyes lock. Sheer adoration, bottomless love, and raw passion reflect in his gaze, making my heart soar in my chest.

“I want you undone for me like I am for you,” he rasps while dominating me completely. I feel only him. I hear only him. I smell only him. And I can’t do anything but surrender.

His fingers dig into my ass cheeks. I feel the imprints and imagine him leaving his marks on me.

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