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“Thank you for agreeing to take care of our problem,” I murmured.
He ran the back of his hand over my cheek, his eyes on me. Chemistry and lust sizzled between us. My body leaned into him of its own free will as he cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. His gaze lowered, inhaling deeply.
“Kiss me, wife.” His order made my heart skip a beat, but it was the longing in his eyes that had me obeying. We’d always had this incredible pull—this chemistry—that was impossible to resist. My gaze dropped to his lips, and he hardened underneath me.
A whimper slipped through my lips while the throbbing between my thighs pulsed, needing his length inside me. Yet he didn’t move. He just waited, my lips hovering over his.
“I hate you.”And I love you. For the pain his father and he caused me. For the dreams they took away. For the years we lost.
Byron’s hand threaded through my hair, and gripped tightly. “Despise me as much as you want, but don’t you ever fucking leave again.”
I closed the distance between us, my lips brushing against his. Byron groaned and tightened his grip in my hair, his touch rough as he forced my lips open, deepening our kiss. His hands roamed my body with a hunger and urgency I could taste on my tongue.
His lips moved to my neck. Even if I had the energy left to resist him, I wouldn’t be able to. The effect he had on me was indescribable, but one thing was clear: I wanted him. Even with the knowledge that his every touch promised impending heartache.
Just like it had before.
Chapter37
Byron
Ithreaded a hand through her red mane and she wrapped her arms around my neck. She shifted in my lap, repositioning herself so my cock pushed against her panty-covered pussy. My wife’s hot entrance brushed against my hard shaft, sending shudders down my spine. Her body was as I remembered, just slightly curvier. Softer. More beautiful.
My hands moved down from her waist to her ass, and I kneaded her curves, enjoying the feel of her. Our kiss turned urgent, and her breathing hitched as her hips rotated in my lap.
“Byron,” she whispered, grinding herself against my cock. My name on her lips and her body at my mercy were a dream come true. I moved my hand up and cupped the back of her neck, my lips devouring hers.
Impatiently, I pulled her babydoll nightdress over her head, breaking the kiss.
“Fuck,” I groaned when I saw her nipples, hard and ready. For me.
I knew enough to know she never played games; her desire written unapologetically all over her face. Her hands roamed hungrily over my abs and torso. This was the woman I remembered. I leaned in for another kiss, my touch rougher now. I forced her lips open, swallowing her every moan, every pant.
My cock started to throb—painfully. It wanted her—my wife, my lover,the mother of my child. A million years wouldn’t be enough. Earlier today, things were too urgent. My need was too great. Now, I needed to savor her. Taste every inch of her.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees, her tits right in my face. My lips wrapped around her nipple, and my name left her lips on a moan. Her hands tangled into my hair, and my eyes locked with hers as I flicked my tongue over her sensitive buds.
Her eyes shimmered like a golden sunset, full of desire. My hands moved down from her waist to her panties, pushing them aside, as my thumb brushed over her pussy. Her head fell back and her hips bucked.
“Byron,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. “Oh, God.”
Years of fantasizing about her didn’t come close to reality.
“Whose pussy is this?” I rasped, teasing her soaked pussy. I circled her clit, her breathing speeding up. “Whose pussy is this, wife?” I repeated.
“Yours,” she breathed, grinding her hips against my hand. “Oh, God, I need… more.”
My wife reached for my boxers, her fingers somewhat clumsy. I lifted my hips and pushed them out of the way, lost in the moment with her. The need for her clawed at my insides, frantic and demanding. She sat back down in my lap, my cock perfectly positioned against her pussy as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest.
My fingers wrapped around the thin lace fabric of her panties and tore them off. She moved on top of me, grinding eagerly and chasing her own pleasure.
“Just like that,” I moaned into her mouth as she ground herself on top of me. My hands gripped her ass, jerking her back and forward. Up and down. Each move pushed the tip of my cock into her. “Show me how much you want my cock, Madeline.”
My brain always switched to her middle name when she was so compliant and so eager to please.
“I want it,” she whimpered breathlessly, her hands in my hair. Our kiss turned harder, my sanity and control slipping into nothingness. She lifted her hips, then brought them back down, taking the tip of my cock into her entrance once more. “Please, Byron.”
My control snapped and I turned her over onto her back roughly, her tits bouncing with the impact against the mattress. My eyes roamed over her naked body, tempting me. Her hair spread around her like a fan and she stared at me through her lashes. Her gaze was hazy, hungry, and needy. Her lips bruised from my mouth.
