Page 11 of Return To Love

“In a moment,” he said, with a kiss on her spine. And then he continued his rough, quick thrusts. Soon, heat shot up his spine and gathered in his balls. When his climax was a breath away, he started stroking her clit.

She crashed and burned instantly, her core clenching and drawing out his orgasm, milking and draining him of every drop. Her long, husky moan joined his roar as he fell over her.

Dom continued thrusting until the tremors shaking him subsided. Draped over her silky back, he kissed her temple, hoping she could hear the thundering cry of his heart.

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Minutes,or was it millennia later, he undid the cuffs at her ankles and wrists. When she groaned, he rubbed at the sore spots, then wiped her down with a damp washcloth. When she excused herself and fled to the bathroom, he told himself to not read too much into it.

Later, still shaking from his explosive climax, he joined her in the bed.

Relief coated his skin in shivers when she embraced him.

“Are you okay?” he said, kissing his way down her neck until he could rest his face between her breasts. His orgasm had emptied him out in more ways than one.

“My pain has receded, my lord. For now,” she said, with a twinkle in her eyes. “How about you?”

Dom groaned, his cock already half-erect and grazing her thigh, thanks to the pill. At least, his feverish need hid his crushing disappointment. “I shall use you again soon, Princess. For now, rest.”

She giggled and arched into his touch, a rippling sigh rolling through her kiss-smudged lips.

“I have missed these tits,” Dom said, to cover up the ache in his throat. He licked at one plump nipple and then wrapped his lips around it and suckled deep. For a while, they rested like that, the only sounds the pursing of his lips and her soft sighs.

Until fresh need built up all over again.

Her fingers buried in his thick hair, Mona tugged at him, asking for a rougher, deeper touch. He complied and soon, they were writhing against each other like teenagers.

Claiming hunger, he ate her out. And when she fell asleep, her tears drenching his bare chest, Dom hugged her tight.

Wishing for the night to continue forever and yet waiting for what the morning could bring.

Chapter Six

Golden sunlight dappledover his wife’s silky back met Dom’s eyes when he opened them the next morning.

He shifted to his side to better appreciate his view and let out an old-man groan as his muscles and joints protested loudly against even minimal movement. A sweet ache he hadn’t known in his twenties or thirties. And this was after he’d worked on improving his physical endurance over the last eight months.

Thank the lord and the little blue pill that he’d been able to satisfy every one of his fantasy girl’s carnal demands through the night.

Pushing sweaty tendrils away from her forehead, he kissed her temple before slowly rolling away from her without disturbing the sheets.

He pulled on his sweatpants, washed his face, ordered room service, and lingered at the foot of the bed, watching her. Tension gripped him as he wondered how the day, and the rest of his life, would unfold.

Her thick lashes cast crescent shadows onto her cheeks, her lips dark red and swollen. He ran his knuckles over the arch of her neck and shoulders, left bare by the neckline of his sweater. Sometime near dawn, after their third round, she’d pulled it on, claiming she was cold.

A wave of tenderness crashed over him as the rightness of her in his sweater settled deep in his gut.

Last night had been long overdue, but he didn’t, for one moment, assume that it fixed everything. The thought of Mona wanting to continue her break—separate from him and their life together, or wanting to meet him for this slice of fantasy, away from real life…made him want to howl like a child.

She was his entire life, and without her, his millions, his company, his life had no meaning.

A band tightened around his chest as she came awake and glanced around in soft wonder and a haze of confusion.

Seated on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his knuckles over her cheek, unable to stop himself from touching her. “Good morning, fantasy girl.”

Her eyes swept over him greedily, her fingers clutching his wrist tight, as if he might be a dream that could disappear. A rough groan escaped her mouth as she tried to sit up.

Grinning at her soreness, he tucked his hands under her arms and gently pulled her up. Her soft breath danced over his jaw and neck.

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