Page 135 of Heart Sick Hate

He lifts it from my palm, reading the label before tipping his head back in a giant laugh.

“Did you actually get me lube as a wedding gift?”

I bite my lip and nod.

Crew leans forward, snaking his hand around my waist and pulling me to him. “Best wife on the fucking planet. Is this for what I think it is?”

I climb onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and tipping my mouth to his ear. “I want you to take my virginity one more time, Crew.”

“Fuck.” He shivers at my words, his grip on me tightening. “Are you sure?”

Crew can be downright crude with me. Degradation is one of his favorite games we play in bed. But when we’re broaching certain things, his caring, loving side comes out. Like right now.

“I’m sure.” I kiss his jaw—peppering more along the scruff there. Making a path to his mouth and then sinking my lips to his.

I wrap my hand around the chain around his neck and pull him closer. I love that he still wears my purity ring. He holds it like it’s a gift. He keeps it safe, like he does me every day.

“I need this.” I kiss his lower lip, murmuring against it. “I want to give myself to you any way I can.”

“Goldie.” He wraps his hands up in my hair. “You give me the best gift every day—you.”

It’s almost sweet until he tangles his fingers in my hair and grips tightly, pulling me until his mouth is by my ear.

“But you better believe I’m going to claim every fucking inch of this beautiful body if you offer it to me.”

A shiver runs my spine, and I can’t help the rush that floods my veins as he slips a hand up the backside of my lingerie and grabs my ass.

We’ve been experimenting with toys, and I’m still nervous as he pulls me closer.

But I want this. I need to be Crew’s in every way. Since the moment at his fight when I made the decision I wanted to hand this man my virginity, he’s the only one I’ve wanted to give every first to.

Raking my nails over Crew’s shoulders, I trace the pattern of the demons that reside there. Angry faces that match the darkness in my husband’s soul. I love the broken sides of him because his cracks are where I fit, and it’s how I’m whole.

Crew stands up with me in his arms, and I can’t help but giggle as he spins us around and pins my body to the bed. My legs stay wrapped around him as he grinds his steel length against me.

“Crew,” I moan.

“Yes, Goldie?” He kisses my lips, down my neck, biting me at the base of my throat.

“I need you.”

He lifts up, grabbing one of my legs and using it to spin me around until I’m on my stomach, before tugging my ass in the air.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you all of me.”

His fingers drag under my lingerie, peeling it up over my ass, before he drags his hands back down and teases the line my leather boots hit me at mid-thigh.

“My little whore…” He runs his palms back up again, over my ass and up my back, before grabbing the hair at the back of my head, pulling me up to kneeling so he can whisper in my ear. “You want me to fuck your ass like the slut you are for me, don’t you?”

I nod as his hand trails down my stomach, running a circle on my clit before he shoves two fingers inside me.

“Your greedy pussy is crying just thinking about how I’m going to fill you up.” He shoves in another finger, and it stretches me until I gasp. “I barely need the lube.”

He pulls his fingers out and shoves my chest down to the mattress, pressing his wet fingers against my tight hole and toying with it.

Behind me, I hear a pop, then something warm and slippery drips over my ass. Crew tosses the lube to the side and rubs it over me.

He pushes a finger in. “Fuck, Echo.”

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