Page 162 of Desperate Crimes
Because I need her to remember who I am.What we are.
I cup the back of her neck and the curve of her perfect ass, dragging her against me so she feels exactly how hard I am for her.
How long I’ve been starving.
Fuck, she’s soft.
So good.
So mine.
I slide my hand up under her top, fisting the fabric as I kiss her deeper, my tongue licking into her mouth like I’ve been dying of thirst and she’s the only thing that can quench it.
She whimpers.
God, yes.
“Tell me you missed me,” I rasp, voice wrecked with lust and something darker.
“Of course I did?—”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I—Nico—yes,” she breathes, already squirming against me, her thighs tightening on either side of mine.
I kiss her some more, fondling her beneath her clothes until she’s desperate and writhing on top of me.
I slip a hand between her legs and groan.Her shorts are soaked.
So wet.Already drenched.And all for me.
“Two weeks,” I grind out, biting her bottom lip.“I’ve been aching for you, Wife.Watching you walk around the house in those little pajamas, smelling like rose petals and heaven, and not being able to touch you the way I want?—”
“You needed to rest?—”
“I need you.”
“Nico,” she mewls.
“Need to feel you, Princess.Need to sink my cock in your hot little pussy.”
Her breath catches again.
I lift her shirt over her head and toss it aside, then slide my fingers under the waistband of those little shorts I’ve come to hate with a burning passion.
They’re gone in a second.
And now she’s naked in my lap.
Finally.
“I want you so bad.You’re so hot for it too, aren’t you, Wife?”I whisper against her throat as I drag my tongue down her pulse.
“You’re on fucking fire.And I’m going to burn in you tonight.”
“Nico, please,” she gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders.“Just promise you won’t hurt yourself.Be careful?—”
“I’ll be careful with everything but my cock,” I growl, guiding her down over me.
