Page 178 of Shades of Loyalty
“Is it new?” I ask her, admiring her beautiful body in the lingerie. She giggles. “Remember when Katya took me shopping last week?”
“Fuck, yes. I do. Is that what you got?”
She nods. “Do you like it?”
“Did Katya see you in this?”
Again, a nod. Fuck.
My lips wander lower, biting her skin gently, enough to make it bruise, but not enough to scar her.
“Next time you’re gonna need new underwear or clothes in general,Iam taking you shopping. I don’t want anyone else to see my wife like this, not even your best friend. Am I clear?” I growl into her ear, my hand now luring dangerously close to her pussy.
Her soft breathing becomes more rigid, the excitement obvious.
She doesn’t answer right away—but she doesn’t need to. Her body does it for me, instead.
A subtle arch of her hips, a quiet whimper escaping her lips—it gives me all the answers I need. My hand presses firmer against her inner thigh, teasing but not touching where she clearly wants me to, the most.
“I said—” I whisper, dragging my mouth along her jaw, “—am I clear, pretty?”
She lets out a shaky breath. “Very.”
That’s what I thought.
But I haven’t rewarded her yet. Not fully.
I know she’s been a good girl all day, walking around in that huge dress, but regardless. I need her to always be mine. I need her to know who she belongs to now.
Instead of rewarding her, I pull back just slightly, watching the way her brows knit together in frustration. Fuck, teasing her like this brings me satisfaction I never thought I’d get.
And yet, here we are. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“Daniel…” she murmurs, her voice a blend of need and warning.
“Say it again,” I tell her, stepping back just enough to admire the view—my wife, standing in soft pink lingerie in our new home, looking like everything I’veeverwanted and never thought I deserved.
She takes a slow step forward, her hands curling into my shirt. “You’retaking me shopping next time,” she breathes. “No one else. Only you. Happy?”
“No,” I smirk. “Not until I’ve really claimed what’smine.”
Her fingers fumble at my buttons like she’s racing against a clock. And maybe she is—because we both know once I snap, there’s no going slow tonight.
Not after months of planning, struggling, and waiting. Not when she’s finally mine. Officially. Completely. At all fucking times.
The back of her knees hit the new bed I got us, and I guide her down gently, hovering over her as she lies back against the soft sheets. Her hands reach for me again, desperate now, but I catch her wrists and pin them above her head.
My hair slightly falls onto her face, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She never does. Instead, she just bites her lip.
“You want to be treated like a queen on our wedding day, right?” I murmur, my voice low and thick with desire. “Then let me worship and fuck you like one during our wedding night. Does that sound good, my love?””
She moans softly, her thighs shifting.
“Don’t tease me,” she whispers.
I grin. “I’m not teasing. I’m memorizing every single centimeter of your body, because I know I’m gonna have to remember it. To find you again. In our next lives… I’llalwaysfind you again.”
Because tonight—tonight, I want to teach her all over again. Every inch of her skin, every sound she makes, every way she falls apart underneath me.
