Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark #3.5)(54)

My fingers crept up, latching around her throat. Her muscles worked hard as she swallowed.

“Do you like destroying me, Tess? Is that why you called me here to hurt you?” I ran my nose down her cheek, inhaling the scent of expensive hotel soap.

She squeaked as I spun her around, pressing her chest into the bed and keeping her ass locked against my aching cock. “Answer me.”

“Yes…I love watching the battle inside you. Knowing that you’ll give in if I push you hard enough.”

I rocked into her. “And is this giving in?”

She smiled over her shoulder through tangled wet hair. “It’s a start.”

I loved her.

I adored her.

I didn’t want to hurt her.

Lies.

I did want to hurt her.

And she wanted me to.

That was ultimate freedom.

Bending over her, I scattered kisses down her spine. There were no toys in the hotel. We hadn’t come prepared. We weren’t at home where any number of apparatus was available to us.

We would have to compromise and invent, but all I could think about was taking her the way I didn’t often do. A way that would punish her and reward her.

Her eyes locked onto mine.

Tess had such power over me—power I’d never be free of.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

Her thighs clenched. “I’m wondering what you’re about to do and hoping you lose all control.”

I bared my teeth, heart heating with irritation. “I may be a lot of things, Tess, but if you think I’m going to open my cage fully while you’re pregnant…you don’t know me very well.”

She pouted. “But I thought—”

“You thought wrong.” My lips twitched in a cool grin. “However, it doesn’t mean I won’t punish you in other ways.”

“Face away.” I motioned for her to look at the bed and not me.

Unwillingly, she obeyed.

Not seeing made her oversensitive body hum with uncertainty.

My hand tickled as I indulged in the call inside. I spanked her once, turning her cooling skin pink with punishment.

She groaned, rocking back, sandwiching her ass against my erection. “I need you.”

My hands landed on her hips, grunting as she rocked harder. Dragging my fingers over her bare *, I growled. “Fuck. Will I ever get enough of you?”

“God, I hope not.” Tess jerked as I positioned my cock at her entrance. Normally, I’d play with her and tease, but after the incredible news of our future, I just needed to connect. Immediately.

A much-needed release throbbed in my blood.

“Q…yes, Q.” Tess threw back her head as I slipped inside her. The heavenly warmth of my wife sheathing me sent my heartbeat colliding with my ribs. I entered her an inch at a time.

With each inch, I spanked her, slicing my hand right over her ass. Not holding back the force of the sexual punishment. The fact she hadn’t been hit for weeks only made her skin bloom brighter.

Unable to stop myself, I did it again. Strike, thrust. Strike, thrust. Tess moaned beneath me, her legs shivering as I slid fully inside her.

“Q!” she breathed. “I need you so much.”

My fingers dipped between her legs. Her ass hot with my hand prints against my lower belly. “You need me?”

She cried out as I smeared wetness around her clit. She pushed back, arching into my touch. “More than anything.”

My balls tightened, already extra sensitive and desperate to come. “Merde, esclave, you’re ruining me.” Giving in, I grabbed her hips, propping her higher over the edge of the bed.

All thoughts of games flew away as I pulled out and thrust hard into my wife. My voice tangled in the air. “This is going to be fast and hard. Are you ready, Tess?”

She nodded breathlessly. “God, yes.”

My nails imprinted crescent moons on her skin as I jerked her to meet me, deleting all space between us. I didn’t hold back, shuddering with bliss as I broke her flesh, licking my lips at the hint of my esclave’s blood.

Fuck.

Rubbing my fingertips in the sticky crimson, I painted her spine with red, before wrapping my hands in her hair to wrench her head back. I didn’t worry about hurting her scalp. I didn’t fear the contorted way her body bowed as I plunged deep inside. All I cared about was being free with this woman who’d insanely married me.

Time lost all meaning as we f*cked and reaffirmed how we felt for each other.

My hands never ceased—pinching, spanking, punishing, and petting.

Each strike Tess moaned.

Each sharply delivered pain Tess cried out with joy.

I was addicted to this woman.

My pregnant woman.

My orgasm didn’t stay away, and I forced her high and fast so I could chase her into the darkness and come.

We both finished on a long groan, slamming back to earth.

As we came down from our sexual high, panting and laughing, tangled in each other’s arms like we always would, I revoked my oath to never hurt her again. I’d never be so f*cking stupid to try and be something I wasn’t.

She’d reminded me not to be so stubborn. And I loved her so damn much.

As sweat dried on our skin and the small teeth marks I’d punctured in her skin scabbed over, Tess murmured, “You’re going to be a father, Q.”