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“Who says I’m trying to get away?” Her voice is closer than I expected, and I push harder, dodging branches and leaping over fallen logs.
Finally, I catch a glimpse of her, silhouetted against the night. She’s standing in a small clearing, her chest heaving asshe watches me approach. There’s a wildness in her eyes. A twin fucking flame flickers in me.
“Gotcha,” I say, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. Her body presses against mine, and for a moment, we just stand there, breathing each other in.
“Think you can keep up, killer?” she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear as she calls me the first name she ever gave me.
“When are you going to learn that I’ve infected you? Climbed under your ribs, burrowed into your organs, grafted myself to skin and bones. I’m in your body, and in your mind. Even now, you feel the tendrils of me branching out inside of you. That’s what it means to be fucking claimed by me. To be fucking mine,” I tell her before capturing her mouth in a demanding kiss.
Chapter 42
Reagan
Istand before Penn, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. My heart races with anticipation as I loop the rope around his wrists, binding them tightly behind his back. I’m choosing not to question why there is random rope out here already secured to a tree. It’s not my business, but it serves a purpose. The rough bark of the towering oak tree presses against his broad shoulders as I secure him to its trunk. I know my husband and if I didn’t secure his hands, he would break free, and this would end up as a little game of chase with me being the prey. As much as I love playing that game with him, I suspect I’m going to enjoy this just as much. I’ve thought about doing this so many times, and now that the time is here, I’m nervous. I want to give him the same experience he’s given me, and the fact that he’s willing to let me have complete control is so fucking humbling.
Penn Blackwood does not let anyone have this much control over him, yet here he is at my mercy.
“Comfortable, hubby?” I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Thrilled,” he replies, flashing me his signature sly grin. “Who taught you to tie a knot? Must be a helluva guy.”
“Oh, he is. You’d love him, Penn,” I retort, stepping back to admire my handiwork. He looks good like this, vulnerable and at my mercy. I can feel the power thrumming through my veins, a plush sensation that I’ve never experienced before. The man in front of me has given me so many new experiences over the months that I’ve known him, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever have the words to express the gratitude I have for him. “He needs to be taught a lesson because he did something very naughty. He knocked me out and married me like some sort of caveman. He needs to know that I can bring him to his knees, too.”
I stroke my hand along Penn’s cheek, and he leans into my touch, scowling. “Okay, okay, enough of the ‘he’ talk. I’m getting jealous. It’s just me. I’m the only one.”
I just grin at my husband, enjoying watching him squirm. When I don’t respond to him, he growls out, “I’ll rip this tree out of the fucking ground,wife.”
“I don’t doubt that,” I hum in satisfaction. “I suspect there isn’t much you wouldn’t do for me, is there?” I let out a breath because this is something I’ve never had with anyone. I trust him completely and judging by the way he’s stark naked sitting up against a tree and looking at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen in his life, I’d say he trusts me too.
I don’t want to wait any longer. I need to touch him. I planned on torturing him, making him beg me for release, but I need him. I slide my hand down his chest, over his taut abdomen. He hisses, biting his lip, trying not to beg me for what he wants.
I giggle as I move down to my knees and straddle his lap, our bodies pressed together. I can’t help but notice the wayhis eyes darken with lust, his gaze locked onto mine as the green bleeds out to all amber. With a mischievous smile, I slowly lower myself onto his throbbing cock, but only until just the tip penetrates me.
“As much as I need to feel your cock stretching me, baby, I need to hear you beg me more. Say please, and say it nicely,” I try to keep the desire out of my voice and sound as sultry as I can muster when all I want is to be manhandled right now.
“Fuck, Reagan,” he groans, his head falling back against the tree, revealing the strong column of his throat. I tighten my grip on his shoulders, bracing myself as I begin to move over him, never letting him move more than an inch deeper inside me. It’s like ghosting your fingers over an itch that desperately needs to be scratched.
“Like what you see?” I tease, leaning in close enough that our lips nearly brush against one another. His breath is hot against my skin, making me shake.
“Sit on my dick, baby. Let me fuck you,” he murmurs, his eyes flicking down to where we’re joined, then back up to meet my gaze. He tries to lift his hips, but I’m faster than him, lifting up so he can’t penetrate any deeper. “Watching you take over like this…it’s so fucking hot,” he growls, his voice hoarse like he’s been screaming for a year.
“Good,” I respond, smirking as I increase my pace, but keep my thrusts shallow. “Because I’m just getting started.” There’s something raw and primal about having Penn at my mercy, and it only serves to deepen the bond we share.
“Please,” he gasps and begs all at the same time, his voice strained as he struggles against his restraints, clearly desperate for more. The intensity of his need only spurring me on further.
“Tell me what you want. Be a good boy for me,” I demand,my voice barely more than a whisper as I lean in close, my breath ghosting against his ear. His hips jerk and I grin because my husbandlovesto be a good boy for me, it seems.
“I want to fuck my wife,” he grunts out, his voice thick with desire, and it’s almost enough to make me give in right then and there.
“Remember this moment, husband,” I order, my voice low and dangerous. And with that, I lower myself onto his throbbing cock, filling me completely and giving us both what we need.
As I pull away, I can see the love and lust burning in his eyes, and I have no doubt that he understands just how deep my feelings run for him.
I rise up slowly, teasing him with the sensation of his hardness sliding against my slick walls. Penn growls with frustration, straining against the ropes, desperate to thrust up into me.
He fills me so perfectly, inch by inch, hitting all the right spots inside me. I roll my hips, grinding against him. Penn lets out a ragged moan.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he pants. “Ride me harder, Reagan. I wanna watch those tits bounce while you use me to get yourself off.”
