Page 94 of Married with Blood
He shook his head and rested his hand on my thigh to stroke it back and forth gently.
“You don’t think I’m a spy?”
He shook his head again. Gripping my thigh, as if he wanted the reassurance that I was here with him, as his, he leaned in to kiss me.
“Carina, this marriage might have been arranged in the beginning, but it’s anythingbutan arrangement now.”
I smiled, adoring him even more for saying something like that, for owning up to it. “Arranged for a reason that I feel like I’m finally understanding.” Arturo hadn’t wanted me to spy. He hadn’t wanted me to represent how strong the families’ partnership was. He had only wanted me out of the way to rule the Cartel as he saw fit—right down to ruin.
“It began as an arrangement,” I said, framing his face. “But it’s strengthened by love.”
He kissed me, owning me with that hungry press of his lips against mine. Passion sparked between us instantly, and I clung to him as he showed me that he agreed.
“It is,” he said when he pulled back at last, leaving us both breathless and panting for more. “And I will never stop loving you.”
My heart swelled as I heard those sweet, tender words. He wasn’t vowing them dramatically. They came out as a gruff growl. An intense promise. They blanketed me with a realization that I could hold him to it, too.
Maksim Volkov loved me. His arranged wife. And he always would.
No matter if he should be mad or vexed with me.
Even when he had every reason to assume I was hiding something.
He loved me.
“I love you too,” I whispered, shifting so that I could straddle him.
He roughly shoved at my towel, and the plush fabric gave away freely. It skimmed over my sides, tickling me. Bare to him as he sat here in his suit, I felt like a gift he had unwrapped for himself. A treat that would bring him pleasure. And I intended to give him exactly that.
Reaching between us as we made out, I hurried to unzip his pants and free his cock. The hard, rigid erection tented the material of his garments. Like a coming attraction. A teasing preview. The solid thickness of his shaft turned me on faster. On the brink of desperation, I moaned into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue.
Desire coursed through me, lighting up my nerves. I fumbled, arching toward him as he ran his hands over my sides. Caressing me. Tenderly stroking his calloused hands over me. Making me shiver to be the recipient of his possessive touch.
“I love you,” I repeated as I dragged my mouth away for a frantic gulp of much-needed air.
He set his hands on my hips and gestured for me to rest my knees on the cushion of the chair and rise up. Once I was upright, my breasts level with his face, he latched on to one andsucked with vigor. Suctioning kisses on my flesh sent a zing of potent need straight to my pussy. Then when he licked around my nipple, I shivered and moaned. Hugging his head to my breasts, loving the greedy treatment from his mouth, I sighed and barely registered that he’d lifted me not so he could avoid speaking, but because he shifted upward too.
His hands moved over my bare pussy with my legs spread wide open over him, kneeling on the chair like this. But he wasn’t trying to torment me or tease me further, although that was what happened. He was only rushing to finish unzipping his pants and shove them down his thighs. His boxers went too. A shimmying, impatient shuffle of his stripping dragged on. With his hot mouth positioned over my breasts, though, demonstrating how much more sensitive I was there, I knew that this was probably about as slow as we could go.
Once he sat again, removing his access to my nipples, he gripped my ass checks and directed me to sit on his lap again.
“Now, Carina. I can’t wait. I need?—”
I dipped my head down and kissed him, easing over his thighs once more. This time, his dick was free. The stiff mast stood upright, and I didn’t delay in fitting him to my pussy and taking him in. Stretching. Sucking him inside.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.
“Every time,” he growled, thrusting upward to me. “Every time is better than the last.”
I was seated on him, all the way to the hilt. He was wedged as far as he could go, giving me that wickedly delicious fullness that I would crave for the rest of my life.
This was it. This was all I needed to survive. The love from my husband as he completed me. Resting against him and letting the moment build, I trembled under the caress of his big, hot hands stroking up my back. Once, twice. Then as he settled one hand on the back of my neck and the other securely cupping my ass, he tipped my head back.
He urged me to lift my face off his shoulder so he could sear me with his smoldering gaze. “I love you, Carina. And I will do everything in my power to always give you what you need. What you deserve.”
I lifted up, hearing the slick, sluicing sounds of my arousal. Unashamed to be this soaked for him, I kissed him tenderly as an agreement. As an acknowledgment that I heard every word of his promise.
“I love you, too, Husband.” I swore, every time we doled out that L-word, I creamed and gushed a little more for him. “And I will do everything I can to?—”
