Page 239 of The Perfect Wrong

“Chris...God!” His name becomes a curse and prayer.

His fingers stroke my pussy while he licks my nub, sending me spinning into ecstasy. I can’t hold back. I can’t—

My mouth pulls open and I see stars, coming on his face for the first time as his wife.

Oh, but are the stars real?

Sure enough.

The bed’s canopy has silvery sparkles studded into a blue velvet background like the night sky.

I’m smiling as I come down from the high, but it fades so slowly.

He pulls me up and notices what I’m looking at.

“That was part of the package. When they mentioned the stars, I knew I had to pay through the nose for this bed,” he says, pushing his warm forehead to mine.

“Why?” I whisper.

“You, babe, were all the stars in my sky when I was in that hole and I couldn’t see shit. You still are. Every last scrap of light I’ll need.”

Is hetryingto kill me tonight?

I’m so speechless that all I can do is run my hand across his face, gently stroking his brow, my eyes wet and stinging.

“I-I love you so much,” I force out.

“Love you, too, Delia. But let’s save the sugar for later, huh?” He leans in, his tongue delving into my mouth, reminding me just how much our hearts beat for each other.

“Hands over your head, baby. Don’t move ’em till I say.” He takes my hands and moves them over my head, planting a kiss on each wrist. “Fuck, you’re burning up for me.”

No denying it. I bite my bottom lip, trembling as our eyes lock.

“I’ll hose you off with the champagne chilling in that bucket when we’re finished. Tastes a thousand times better straight off your skin,” he whispers.

Oh. My. God.

With the edge in his voice, I may well self-combust before we ever get there.

He doesn’t even need to pin my wrists to the mattress.

His words are enough to keep me bound, any way he wants me.

And I’m still marveling when I feel his hands sliding under me, lifting my ass.

Then his cock is at my entrance, pulsing in his hand, spilling a trail of translucent sap over my mound.

His eyes are fused to mine the entire time until his hips roll forward.

He pushes into me with a powerful thrust, grunting as he drives so deeply.

I don’t know if I’ve been off the birth control long enough to truly get pregnant, but God, we’ll try.

And considering the claiming way he thrusts from the very first stroke, so is he.

Heplowsinto me, stretching me open, shaking my entire being with a passion that’s more intense than ever.

I’m on the precipice in a matter of minutes.

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