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He plunges inside me. I moan into his wicked mouth. Clutching his powerful back, I shiver when his chest hair rubs against my tender nipples. He plows deep until his balls press against me.

And he rolls us, not withdrawing, until he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. He tears his mouth away. “Go on, wife, ride me. Let me watch those gorgeous tits jiggle while you bounce on my dick.”

I nod because words stick in my throat.

He’s giving me my fantasy. All I did was ask for it, and he made sure I got it. It spins my head because, in short order, he’s engaged my heart. There’s a very real possibility that I could fall for this man.

But danger permeates his existence. I don’t want to care about him. It scares me, because I know just how fragile life can be.

I rise until I’m sitting upright with his shaft embedded. And I don’t really know how to do it this way. “Show me how to do this right.”

His eyes become hot flames.

Hades grips my hips and shifts me over his cock in slow motion. From this angle, his massive cock feels as if he could split me in two. I follow his movements, my hips circling atop him. His cock glides in and out. For the record, I adore this man’s dick. It’s become my favorite thing in the whole world. And the pleasure of being on top, of watching his eyes alight with dark lust, of feeling sexy and wanted, exceeds expectations.

I gyrate faster, finding my rhythm. And I plant my hands atop his firm chest.

“That’s it, wife,” he groans, his eyes heavy-lidded and smoldering.

Power floods my veins. That I can make this big, strong alpha writhe beneath me is heady as fuck. It douses my body with the ravenous need to make him come. I want my name on his lips when he comes. I want him to feel even a tenth of what he makes me feel.

With our gazes connected, his hands gripping my hips, I ride him, doing my best to make him writhe. His hands trail up my body and cup my tits. He rears up and captures a bud in his mouth, drawing deeply on it until my eyes roll back in my head. And I cling to him, thrusting my hips wildly.

“Oh fuck,” he groans.

And his dick jolts in my pussy and floods it with cum. And it shoves me over the edge. I come so hard it bows my back, and I toss my head back. My unintelligible cries echo in the bedroom, loud enough that anyone passing by would hear them.

And there’s a dark part of me that likes the idea of other people hearing us fuck.

Hades buries his face against my chest, and I hold him close. Our marriage may have begun as a way to rescue my sister and save myself, but it stopped being about just that sometime these past few days.

“I would marry you again in a heartbeat, wife.”

I lift my heavy lids and meet his blue eyes. “Me too.”

A roguish grin spreads over his face. “When this is all said and done, I want to marry you again. Big fucking ceremony with a reception that will be talked about in Denver society for years to come. I want to show the world you are mine.”

“I’d like that.” Dammit, Iamfalling for him. I have no resistance when he says things like this.

And I don’t intend to stop myself even with my pervasive fears. He’s everything I never knew I needed. He makes me feel beautiful and wanted. And I know he’s supposed to be a dangerous man. But to me, he’s the best man I’ve ever known.

His smile deepens, dancing in his eyes. And I feel him lengthening once more inside me. My brows raise and I gasp. “How?”

“It’s all you, wife. My dick can’t seem to get enough of your sweet pussy.” And he rolls us until I’m beneath him.

His lips descend, and it’s a long time before we come up for air.

Chapter fifteen

Hades

Inthemorning,Ihelp Luna dress. My men will have already set up the ballroom to my specifications. And once Luna is ready, I’ll carry her down.

I fasten my tie while she’s sitting at the vanity styling her hair. She looks amazing, her long, inky tresses full of loose curls. Woman damn near gave me a heart attack when I joined her last night.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed there was such a slutty little vixen inside her. When I married her, it was a means to end. Not for a single second did I imagine that I would enjoy being married, nor that I would be obsessed with my bride.

Luna catches me staring and offers me an unguarded smile. “What? Is there something wrong with my dress?”

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