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A cute little growl—like a cross kitten—escapes her as she works on my shirt buttons. We’re both all hands and impatience. “Rafe! I have to see you. All of you.”
“I need you too much to wait—”
“Please”
“Yes. Yes.” And because I’m gone for this woman, I obey. Plus, she’s wise. We’re going to do this right. With all the time and love in the world. Keeping one hand in her hair, I drag off the clothes that seemed a good idea earlier on in my life. Suave and sophisticated and the kind of thing that would impress Ella when actually every stitch is just a fucking inconvenience. I get off my shirt with a scatter of buttons that makes Ella gasp.
I think it’s because of the way I’ve destroyed my clothing, but no. She’s instantly distracted from undoing my trousers, running her hands over my exposed chest with something very like awe on her pretty face.
As I flick off my cufflinks and let the shirt drop, she trails her fingers over the tattoo on my chest. A gold, red, and orange dragon.
“A sunshine dragon,” she breathes. I nod when she blinks up at me. “When did you have it done?”
My heart squeezes. When I was in the pits of despair. When I needed something that was vibrant and bright but also uncompromising in their ability to scorch me into continuing.
“Years ago. Before you were even born, my little sunshine dragon.” I almost don’t tell her the rest, but her presence is like a truth drug. I can no more lie by omission than I could cut my own heart out. “When I first needed something sunny to balance my darkness. But I knew you were meant for me when I first called you that. This,” I indicate the tattoo, “was just a premonition. Because when my mind was falling into the black pit the second time, you were there.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, and I think she maybe begins to understand the depths of how important she is to me. Because my sunshine dragonsmiles.
“And this? She reaches for my shoulder where the scar left by the Camden mafia boss being unimpressed with my upstart, thieving ways is in evidence.
“I’ll tell you the whole story, I promise,” I reply. In as much gory detail as my bloodthirsty wife wants. “But right now, I want to focus on you, not what happened before.”
“You swear?” But she’s already pressing kisses to my shoulder rather than examining it.
“We have all the time in the world, sunshine dragon. I promise. I’m never letting you go.”
“Good,” she whispers, and slides her hands down my dragon tattoo to the scatter of hair that leads down and by my waist. She explores with a throaty sound of appreciation that sends even more blood pumping to that already rock-solid length.
She was so right. I need us both naked.
Clothes. Totally overrated now I’ve had Ella’s touch on my skin. Her hands are unbelievably soft.
So the same goes for her dress as for my shirt. Five minutes ago, I’d have told you that dress was the most perfect foil for my future wife. Nope. It’s a goddamned rag.
Which is why when I can’t find a zip, I untangle my hand from her hair, grab both sides of the dress’ neckline, and rip.
Ella is so involved with my tattoo, she only realises too late that I’ve destroyed her dress. She goes rigid with shock and I’m an animal, still holding the tattered silk in my hand, heart racing, cock harder than it has been in my life, staring lustfully at her naked tits, now bared to me.
“Rafe! That was expensive!” she scolds.
“I’ll buy you another.” I cup her breast, a perfect handful, and stroke the pert little nipple. “Plus, it wasn’t. Not compared to how priceless the feel of your skin is.”
“Who is this charmer—mmm.” She moans as I roll her nipple. “And what have you done with my surly boss?”
“Now he has everything he’s ever wanted, your boss isn’t surly. He’s happy.”
“I’m happy too,” she murmurs back as I tug at her lacy white knickers.
Good girl that she is, she lifts her hips for me, and they slide down her long legs. Then her pussy is exposed and just as mouth-watering as I anticipated. I strip off the rest of my clothes, never taking my eyes from the pink, wet prize I’ve unveiled, and she shrugs out of her ripped dress.
Then blood is pounding in my ears as finally—finally—I’m kneeling between her legs. Ready to worship my princess as she deserves.
I should start with tender kisses and gentle words, but she’s made me crazy. I press my teeth into her supple thighs, one at a time and she moans. It’s only by sheer will that I manage to tease her a bit, kissing at her thighs, getting closer to where she’s pink and smooth. The scent of her cunt lures me in, sweet and heady. And fuck, she’s so wet. I’m covered before I even begin, my mouth watering for the taste of her and my cheeks smeared with her desire.
The initial lick is the same relief and high as an ice cream on a summer day. Creamy and sweet and salt, and the way she moves beneath me, restless and needy, makes my cock ache.
There’s time for that. I’m going to be balls deep in my girl when I first come tonight. Then hopefully many, many times again, this night and for the rest of our lives.
