Empire of Desire(Empire #1)(83)

“That possibility is slim to none, especially since we’re not one hundred percent sure that the accident was premeditated. You need to stop this train of thought.”

“As long as the possibility is there, I won’t give up.”

“Gwyneth, you need to move on.”

“I will after I see this to the end. But here’s an idea: I’ll be able to move on faster if you help me.”

“Nice negotiating skills.”

“I learned from the best. You teach me a lot of things, husband.” Her voice turns breathy and she lets her notebook fall to the sofa as she inches toward me.

The strap of her oversized shirt falls off her creamy shoulder. She’s not wearing shorts today, just the shirt.

“Like what?” My voice is thick as my whole body tightens, responding to the bright look in her eyes and the way she keeps approaching me until her heat mingles with mine.

“Like how to be full.”

“Full?”

“Yeah, it’s a thing. I like being full.”

“What else do you like?”

“Being your slut.”

I grunt but it’s not only because of her words, but also because of the way she crawls on top of my lap, parting her legs until her shirt rides up her thighs.

My hand grips her tiny waist and she wiggles against my rock-hard dick. “So you’re my slut?”

“I am.”

“Only mine?”

“For now.”

My chest burns at that, and I hate the sensation so much that I dig my fingers into her side. She moans when I reach under her shirt and it’s met by my grunt when I grab her bare cunt.

“Were you ready for me, wife?”

“Maybe?”

I bunch a fistful of her shirt and lift it over her head. She’s braless, too, my bad girl.

Instead of pulling the piece of clothing over her arms, I lay her on the sofa and tie her wrists with the shirt that was covering her.

“What…what are you doing?”

“Stay like that.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask any questions, got it?”

“O-okay.” The breathlessness in her tone makes my dick strain against my shorts.

So I stand up, push them down, and remove my T-shirt as she watches me with those huge eyes that have turned into a myriad of bright colors, all mingling and mixing the more she watches me.

I shouldn’t feel fucking proud that she looks at me like that, like I’m the only one who exists in her world, but I do.

And it feels fucking euphoric.

“Now, I want you to open your legs in the air, baby girl, like what you do when you sleep upside down.”

Her face turns a deep shade of red, but she does, lifting her legs and opening them, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy.

I position myself on my knees at her opening and glide my dick up and down her soaked folds.

Her legs tremble in the air and she moans, then groans. “Nate…”

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

I push two inches of my dick inside her pussy, then pull out, then thrust in again and out so that I’m coated with her arousal. “Not in this hole, no. Tonight, I’ll claim your ass.”

She trembles, her eyes doubling in size.

“Did someone touch this ass, Gwyneth?”

She shakes her head frantically.

“Use your voice.”

“No…”

“Is it because you were saving it for me, too? Like you saved your virgin pussy?”

Her channel tightens around my cock, swallowing me in, and she lets out a long puff of air. “Yes…for you. I’ve always been yours, Nate.”

A harsh current of possessiveness grips me by the balls and it takes everything in me not to fuck her as savagely as my cock demands. “After tonight, every inch of you will be mine and mine alone.”

Her lips part open and her leg droop.

“Keep them in the air, Gwyneth.” I part her ass cheeks and slip a thumb in. I’ve been preparing her by always fucking her pussy while there’s a finger or two in her ass, but she’s tight as fuck.

So I gather her natural lube and smear it on her back hole, teasing her clit in the meantime until she’s writhing, her nails digging into the heels of her palms.

Then I push the first inch of my cock inside and stop. She’s closing her eyes and strangling me.

“Relax, baby girl. I’ve got you.”

Her eyes slowly open and she does relax, her breathing slowing a little. I rock for a few moments, then push in the second inch while thrusting a finger inside her pussy.

She moans and opens up for me, so I push more and add another finger into her inviting warmth.

By the time I’m fully sheathed inside her ass, we’re both panting. “You’re so fucking tight, wife.”

“Mmm.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It does, but it’s the good kind of pain. Oh, and…and it’s full…so full…” She opens her legs farther in the air, giving me more access, and I start thrusting into her, slow at first, as I pound my fingers into her pussy.

She writhes on the sofa, her back arching and her legs unable to stay still.

So I bend them and push them back until her knees are at either side of her head and my face is inches away from her neck.