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“I… I don’t think I can sleep like this.” I felt his cock pulsing inside me, still. Half aroused, and more than ready.

“Up to you. But when I get fully hard again, I’m going to be right here,” He pulled my leg over his hip, bringing us tighter together. “I suggest you get some sleep, before I wake you up with another round.”

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus! He had never been like this. He had never been this demanding. He’d never been unwavering in his lust. Had he been like this all along, and just kept a lid on it?

I did fall asleep. Lulled by his steady breathing, and his warmth. And my dreams were… interesting. Filled with skin touching skin, tongues tangling, and his strong, thick arms. I felt like I was home.

14. Danger Close

Mack

Iwasstillmarvelingat how perfect she looked in my bed. How she looked with me still inside her. Was it more intimate because I wasn’t fully hard? Because I wasn’t doing it to seduce or get off… I was just casually touching her breast, with my cock nestled inside her as the blue moonlight streamed in from between the curtains, leaving a silver stripe over her naked body.

I could watch her for hours. I regretted every time I hadn’t taken the time to do that more while we were married. I always thought I had more time, until we didn’t. I swore I’d never take it for granted again.

I stroked her cheek, and she stirred, a small smile coming over her lips. I loved to run my thumb over that plump, lower lip, letting it curl down, to see her lily-white teeth. Her tongue darted out to meet my thumb, and I felt the blood drain south. My cock was begging for some attention, needing her again. With her eyes still closed, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and hiked her leg up my waist. I pulled out slightly, then buried myself deep inside her.

She moaned, her fingers flexed. But her eyes stayed closed.

“Shhh,” I said into her ear, putting a little kiss on her cheek. “You can stay asleep, sweet wife.”

I knew she wouldn’t, and I didn’t want her to. But God, the idea of using her even when she was asleep – havingpermissionto do so – lit a fire in my gut that I hadn’t had before.

“Mack,” she moaned, as I thrust inside her again. Slow, purposeful, gentle. I didn’t need to be rough with her in the moonlight, because she was mine. She had fallen asleep in my arms, in my bed. And there would be no more talk of divorce.

I kissed her ear.

“When we’re in here, you call me by my title. Husband.” I thrust again, and she whimpered, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at me with dreamy, dark eyes. Her lips curved up in a small smile, like she was a kitten that had drank too much warm cream, and was laying, satisfied in its bed. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

If she called me husband in her half-dreaming state, then I knew…

“Husband,” she smiled. “My husband.” Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her hips matched my rhythm.

“My wife,” I cooed into her ear, one arm grazing down the rough scars that peppered her shoulders, down her side. Then I cupped the curve of her ass, pulling her into me. She threw her head back and moaned, her skin flushing pink. “That’s right, wife. Give in to your husband. That’s it.”

I thrust and thrust, the flush growing on her skin. I knew the moment she came. Her pussy pulsed around me, flexing, and draining me as I emptied myself into her again.

It didn’t take her long before she fell onto her back, her arm up on the pillow, the other on my arm as she fell asleep, her legs askew. I reached over and cupped her cheek, pulling her so that she faced me. I stroked her jawline.

She didn’t stir this time, but I swear a small smile graced the corners of her mouth. She was smiling.

Had I ever felt more pride than that moment? Had I ever satisfied her as much as I had right then? I wasn’t sure. But I knew I wanted to do more. I wanted to push things further. I had unlocked a possessiveness that I had been too worried to express.

But that was before. Thisnewmarriage would be different. It would be more. So much more.

I watched as she slept. She was so peaceful. I realized that she hadn’t had any pain pills recently. She hadn’t needed it. Not even after all of our marital activities. Was it possible that my cock had been the cure she needed? Because I’d have her take three a day, as needed.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I scrambled to answer it before it woke her. The phone number wasn’t saved, but I knew who it was.

“We have a fucking problem,” Brett said, without preamble. I tightened my grip on Lotte, pulling her even closer to me.

“I’m listening,” was all I said.

He dove right in. “We got her out of the safehouse because they moving towards it. I took her to you because I knew that no one would know your location… you cover your tracks, bro.”

“Not enough to stay off your radar,” I grumbled.

“We both have a lot of friends in common, you know that,” Brett said with a chuckle. Then he was all business again. “Anyway, I thought they were coming to the safehouse. We had the place set for an ambush, but then they changed course.” There was that prickle in the back of my neck. That feel of doom. “Best I can tell… they’re coming to you.”

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