Page 116 of Stolen Kisses
Now we were home to continue indulging for one more night before Flynn came home.
It was just that I had this secret, a surprise I was bursting to tell, but kept it since I had the perfect plan of sharing it.
If only I could bring myself to stop kissing my husband.
It was like breathing. If I wasn’t kissing him or touching him it felt wrong. Even sleeping felt like moments stolen away from me.
Any second that I wasn’t with him just felt odd to me, like I wasn’t living.
This was us—
Happy, alive and in love.
This was how it was supposed to be and how I imagined myself in my dream of happiness.
This was it me and him.
“Dante, I–”
He kissed the words away and anything I was going to say faded when we collapsed into the bed. The swirl of emotions that vibrated within me completely melted my resolve and I couldn’t resist him.
I was crazy to think I could have when most of our clothes had come off at the door.
This was it, I geared up for the moment I always longed for even if I’d felt it seconds ago.
It was the moment when my mind slipped away.
There it was …
It was like a dose of pure passion and desire that cleansed my mind of everything.
The very air around us seemed electrified and my heart danced with excitement with each kiss. Each and every passionate kiss that took me so high I had to look down to see heaven.
My mind slipped away. Slipping and fading more with every touch. Each touch he spread over my skin left me wanting more and more, and more.
Together we lay naked on the bed; skin to skin, body to body. Him and me together, completely lost in the waves of ecstasy.
With his hard body on top of mine he pushed my knees up and wedged himself between my thighs, satisfying the need I had for him as his ruthless cock slid into me. I moaned as he filled me right up and began to move inside me. Passion pounded the blood through my heart, heating up as it soared through my veins and set me on fire.
Together we found the tempo that bound our bodies together, soaring higher until we reached that peak. The glorious peak of sweet agony and love flowed through us in an explosion that sent me spiraling over the edge. The hot tide of passion swirled through us. I could feel it flowing through him too.
Shivers of delight followed his touch and we both surrendered to the call of passion, desire, love, everything.
Just like him it was everything.
We gasped and groaned as we both climaxed together, sharing the release.
He cupped my face, laced his fingers through mine and pressed his forehead to mine too.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He whispered against my hair.
I tilted my head slightly so I could look at him. “That works perfectly, because I can’t get enough of you either.”
He smiled down at me. That smile of his was as intimate as his kisses. “Then lets continue this in the shower.” He went to pick me up, but I remembered what I had to tell him.
“Dante no,” I swatted his hands away.
“Oh God no, not this. We’ve been married for close to a month and already you want to break our vows.”
