Page 83 of The Rejected Wife

Her pupils dilate. She loves me calling her that as much as I cherish her calling me her husband.Tell her that.I open my mouth to do so, but the words don’t come. Instead, I close my mouth over those pink lips and kiss her deeply.

She melts into me completely, locks her ankles about my waist and pushes up so I slip in even deeper. "You feel incredible," I mutter into her mouth.

"I want you to fuck me, hard." She bites on my lower lip, and my cock twitches inside her.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for," I say through gritted teeth. "I’m trying to go slow."

"Don’t. I’m not made of glass. And I want you. I’ve waited to be here with you, under you, for so long. I need you, Ty. Please." She peers into my face. "Please, please fuck me like—" She cries out as I slam into her with enough force that the bed shudders.

She gasps and her eyes roll back inside her head. And she feels so good, so perfect. She feels like she was made for me. I continue to pump into her. Each time I sink inside her, I hit that spot that ratchets up her pleasure. It sends shockwaves of sensation up my spine. My groin turns to stone. My muscles throb with need, with a primal drive to possess her.

She arches under me, her hips undulating as she pushes up to meet my every thrust. Each time I push into her, I angle myself so I can brush up against her clit. "Tyler," she huffs.

"Come with me, baby." I dig my knees into the bed for leverage, then thrust inside her. This time, I slide my palm under her to play with her puckered hole.

Her eyes grow wide in surprise, then she opens her mouth, this time, in a soundless scream as she convulses. I kiss her as she falls apart under me.

Then I fuck her through the jolts of aftershock sweeping through her. Seeing the ecstasy on her face sends me over the edge. I release her mouth, only to bite down on the curve where her shoulder meets her neck as I empty myself inside her. She shudders. I hold myself up until her body stills, then I slump into her, making sure to keep most of my weight off.

For a few seconds, I lay there, reveling in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Oh yeah, it’s lovemaking, even if I can’t bring myself to say it aloud. That went way beyond fucking. It was never going to be fucking with her. Not the first time I brought her to bed in my penthouse. And not now. I raise my head to check she’s okay when a cry reaches us through the baby cam.

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I pry my eyelids open. "Serene?—"

"I’ll get her. You take a nap."

"But—" I begin to protest, but he kisses me deeply. My already fried brain cells give in to the sweetness, the firmness, that mix of comfort and arousal that is him. It’s always been him.Always. And now I’m here with him.I loop my arms around him and kiss him back. Tasting that maleness of him, reveling in the strength of his arms as he gathers me close. Feeling small and delicate against that wall-like chest of his. As delicious as licking chocolate ice-cream. As comforting as being wrapped in fallen leaves in autumn. As warm as sunlight on bare skin. Another cry from the baby cam has us pulling apart. We’re both breathing heavily.

He eyes me with intention. "We’re just getting started."

Then he kisses me again and rolls off before I can react.

He heads into the en suite—and I ogle that perfect arse of his, marveling that this man is my husband. I hear the water running as he washes his hands. He reappears, and again, I can’t take my gaze off those powerful thighs of his as he pulls on his pants. Then his T-shirt.

With a last smoldering look at me, he slips into the next room. Over the baby cam, I hear him croon to his little girl. I watch as he picks her up, holding her against his chest as he rocks her. I hear him talking to her gently. I close my eyes, and tiredness pulls me under.

When I awaken, I’m alone. The shift in the plane’s sound tells me we’ve started our descent.

I head into the en suite bathroom—flying on a private jet still blows my mind. It’s nothing like commercial travel.

After freshening up, I get dressed and peek into the next room. It’s empty.

I step into the aisle and walk toward the front of the plane. Serene is sitting beside Tyler on one of the club-style seats that span the rear cabin. He’s focused on his phone. She’s playing with a handful of toys in her lap.

The moment she sees me; her whole face lights up. She lifts her arms.

I sit beside her and pull her into a hug.

“Did you sleep well, baby?”

She snuggles into me and pushes her nose into the curve of my neck, the exact place where her father bit me a few hours ago.

I look up to find Tyler watching me with a searing look in his eyes. It’s as if he read my mind. I can’t stop the blush stealing over my cheeks. His mouth quirks. He takes in his daughter, then me, and his features soften. "You look good together," he murmurs.

"It feels good to hold her, especially now that I—" I hesitate, wondering how to word it."

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