Page 71 of Manhattan Heart

“Oh, god. Inside me, Grayson. Come inside me,” she moans, raking her nails down my spine in clawing grabs.

Her eyes are wild and sated at the same time and I don’t look away as I pump and shove deep as I can go inside her. That electricity we generate between us building until there’s no holding it back. With a groan pressed to the side of her throat, I pump my hips, fucking her hard like I think the world might end any second now, and I come like never before. Sucking and biting at her neck, she’s moaning too and lifting her hips into the last of my shoves while the orgasm races through me.

“Fuck,” I grunt, collapsing at her side so I don’t crush her, my hand on her hip rolling her towards me, her legs still twitching, tangle with mine.

“Shit, India. That felt amazing.”

Fingers wander over my face, bringing my eyes open to see her hovering half over me, smiling wide and absolutely stunning.

“Oh, my god. We are awesome. We never have a bad fuck.”

I grin and have to agree. Every single time is like the first time all over again. Intense and consuming. I kiss her sugary lips and she presses back before flailing her limbs on the bed, chuckling lightly.

“What?” I ask.

“I didn’t kill you.”

That gets me grinning too and my hand finds her belly, stroking slowly.

I’ve wondered a few times what India would look like with my baby bulging out her belly.

Would she be hornier than she is already?

Noah tells it like his body is sacrificed to his pregnant wife for whatever she needs.

That’s not far different to how I am with India now.

We don’t need pregnancy hormones to get my wife horny.

I pull her over so she’s laid on my chest and straddling across my legs.

I hold the side of her face just so I can look at her. She’s utter beauty and everything that I’ve always wanted.

“That’s good, seeing as how I have six weeks of fucks all backed up.”

A hand in my hair, she yanks it a little and we both moan. “You cannot bang six weeks into me, Grayson. That will kill you.”

I can’t saywhat a way to gowith her anymore, death jokes are now off the table, most especially killing me during sex jokes. Instead, I lean my head up and take her mouth until she’s left panting. “I want you again. Want you always, India.”

Her eyes turn dreamy. I love when they do that, it means she’s completely in the moment and not worrying about anything else.

The dogs have started to bark outside of the door and I growl. Little assholes can wait their turn for India’s attention, it’s my turn now.

“Maybe we should let the boys in.”

“You want them to see me taking you on all fours?”

She inhales hard and I grin.

Yeah, the dogs can wait. I can’t.

And when I start to kiss India this time, her hands immediately burrow into my hair, kissing me deeper and harder.

There’s my hungry wife.

Fuck. I’ve missed her.

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