Page 29 of King of Ashes
Water drenches our clothes, dripping from us into a puddle at our feet.
She stabs me with an intent gaze. “I don’t want my men to see me like this.”
Palming her face, I tilt her head back for better access and brush my nose against her neck, causing a tremor to rock her. “That makes two of us. You’re for my eyes only, wife.”
I unbutton my shirt, revealing my hard torso. Her eyes round with arousal, her mouth opening on a gasp, not leaving me. I could pound my chest in pride, but I move to unzip my pants. She gulps. I love how attracted she is to me. It sends a surge of ecstasy through my veins, making me feel on top of the fucking world.
“You’re...” She clears her throat. “Pleasant to the eye.”
I chuckle. “I think I am more than that, considering you haven’t stopped salivating since I started undressing.”
She shuts her mouth to erase the proof, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
I peel off my pants in one go, remaining only in my boxer briefs, towering over her in all my hard, near-nakedness. She blinks, trying to stay focused, but this is a game she will lose. It takes everything in me to restrain the smirk teasing my lips.
I jerk my chin at her, my voice hoarse. “Your turn.”
“I will keep my clothes on.”
“Hmm, the gun heiress is afraid to get naked with her husband.” I plant the challenge there, taking full advantage of knowing her and not feeling the slightest bit ashamed.
She narrows her eyes at me and huffs. “Reverse psychology doesn’t work on me.”
“Just stating facts.” I lower myself onto the ground, pebbles digging into my back, the hard surface reminding me of the ache throbbing in my groin.
While I love her gaze on me, it amuses me how she keeps her eyes on mine, as if terrified to look at my cock tenting my boxer briefs. After so long, I’m afraid I will fuck her so hard, I’ll imprint the shape of my cock on her insides so she never forgets who she belongs to. More than that, I fucking miss the connection of our bodies joining and souls binding in every way.
Give me something, mi sol. I will gladly take whatever it is.
I prop myself on my forearms, looking at the clear water. The moon reflects on the surface, lulling me into the past flashing before my eyes like a film in rapid motion while I try to catch every moment and relive it again and again.
Just like in the past, she hates when I don’t give her all my attention, my greedy woman. It warms every dead chamber of my heart, filling it with embers of hope and firing the organ back to life.
She moves to stand in front of me, blocking my view. “I don’t like you ignoring me.”
I cock my head, smirking. “I think what you don’t like is not having my complete attention all the time. But you’re not ready for that conversation, especially in this place you hold sacred.”
Her brows furrow and she blows out a sound of annoyance. “So arrogant... thinking you know me better than I know myself.”
“I’m a skilled people reader.”
“But with me, you think you’re a mind reader.” She steps between my spread legs, scattering my thoughts in every direction.
What did she say again? Fuck. I shake my head, trying not to appear affected by her when it takes everything in me not to maul her.
Whatever is transpiring between us is even more intense than before, fueled by ravenous despair.
She appears like a goddess baptized by the sun, lighting up my world. Her beauty enthralls me. From the inside out, she’s pure perfection. I never stood a chance, knowing from the first moment I saw her that she was it. Now I am reminded why. She is stitched into the fabric of my life, embedded in my soul, written with ink forged in destiny.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Every inch, every curve,” I rasp, emotions threading through my voice.
My cock is painfully hard. I might come from just watching her, imagining her touch and those lips on me that always wrecked me in the best way.
She jerks her chin at my cock, biting her bottom lip. “It looks painful.”
“It is.” I swallow hard, so fucking hot for her as I cup the base to ease the pressure.
“Want to help me with that?”
