Page 165 of King of Ashes
I help her in and scoot myself up, my back leaning against the tub. She lies on top of me, and I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying pure bliss.
“Even if I lose myself, bring me back. Promise me you’ll find a way for me to return,” she whispers.
“Whatever it takes.” I palm her chest in a silent vow.
Then I turn her face to me, and we seal the promise with a soft kiss, but my need takes over, my hands gliding down her body, evoking goose bumps in their wake. “Just the tip.”
A sound of protest rumbles in her throat, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. “Just the tip,” she murmurs, losing herself to the sensation as I grip the base of my cock and slip the head inside her.
Her walls wrap around my girth, swallowing me, and I push just an inch further.
“Vian...” she moans, those divine sounds ringing of surrender.
“You’re the one sucking me in, baby,” I rasp, overcome by pleasure.
Fuck, she feels so good, it takes everything in me not to come on the spot. Nothing feels better than being inside her.
“You knew… so shameless, husband,” she breathes out.
“Guilty, let me feel my woman now.”
“Just like the first time. We’re helpless.”
That we are––puppets on the string of our love.
I chuckle in her neck, nibbling along her sensitive skin, playing with her tits, twisting and tweaking the hard peaks. She throws her head back for more, and I run my hand down her belly, pressing my thumb on her clit and rubbing circles. She clenches around me, swallowing some more. It doesn’t take much convincing before I am buried inside her.
A mix of moans and groans float around, and I gently push in and out of her, a leisurely pace when I want nothing more than to fuck her hard. My desire is as urgent as it is feral.
I dig my fingers into her waist, leaving prints on her unblemished skin while hers clutch the edges of the tub. Her eyes glaze over, a plea ringing in the moan stuttering out. “Please, baby… just like this. It’s enough. Be patient for now.”
While she embraces the pleasure, one wrong move, and she will cut our joining short. I can’t have that, so I keep a steady, slow pace, pulling in and out in a maddening rhythm, needing to come inside her and fill her sweet pussy with my essence. Even though it took seed, I can’t control myself.
She arches her back, her moans taking on a wild note.
“Just like that. Be my good girl and come.”
She breaks apart for me so beautifully, crying out my name in sweet rapture, and I follow. I would follow this woman any-fucking-where.
Her rocking subsides, lying on top of me, spent and flushed. “You always get your way,” she tries for a chastising tone but fails.
What can I say? My wife is weak for me, but I am even worse.
We stay in the tub until our skin prunes and we finish the fruity bottle.
After we wash each other, we go to bed—entangled limbs and joined hearts, giving in to the most peaceful sleep of my life.
Today is goingto be epic. I have a wife to proclaim as Underboss and a traitor to dismantle.
Normally, I bring the traitors to my underground labyrinth to deal with, but this time I employ a different strategy.
Inside the meeting room, the heads of the other families take their seats, sweeping their gazes from me to my wife, who sits at my right.
No woman has ever been present, but none of them dares to disapprove. The tension lies thick in the air; you could choke on it.
When Conrad pushes the traitor inside, the others observe him with shakes of their heads. Greed is such an ugly human trait, especially when it erodes common sense.
Paolo doesn’t look as mighty now, his head bowing. “I will go into exile.”
