Her body is trembling as I power into her, fucking her hard, loving her moans of pleasure. Just as she’s about to come, I pull out and slap her hard again. This time as she lurches forward, I catch her before she falls.
I tug her by the hair, back into position as I plunge inside her again, thrusting hard, demonstrating ownership, and this time her groans are deeper, more desperate, more alive.
It becomes a game. Her climax builds and I snatch it away. Desperation mixing with pleasure, hate fighting love.
I don’t allow her to breathe, to become complacent. I am dominating my wife, controlling her wishes.
It makes me harder, larger and more intense. Bringing her close to the edge and dragging her back before she can fly. It’s agame I will win, her ass now on fire and as she pushes down hard on my cock she begs, “For the love of God, Joseph, please.”
“Please what, angel?”
I bunch her hair in my fist as I’m buried to the hilt. Her pussy clenched around my cock, needy and throbbing with desire.
“Please let me come. I’m begging you.”
I move in deeper, fucking her harder, controlling her, holding her in place so she can’t move except on my cock. I bite her neck, her scream more of frustration than pain and I rut inside like a beast, my claws sharpened. Her pussy clenches my cock, her sweat glides between us and then with one flick of her clit, I growl, “Come for me, baby.”
Her scream hits heaven as if hell is erupting, her entire body throbbing on my cock.
As she comes hard, pleasure, frustration and desire collide and as I come hard inside her, my mind empties of nothing but ecstasy.
I push in deeper, coating her inside. My heart thumping against hers, my cock buried deep inside her from behind. Our orgasms combine and rain down on the fur below us. Desire mixes with decadence, nothing comparing to this moment – to her.
She slumps forward on all fours, her breathing erratic, her body shivering, and I take a moment to admire my wife, her ass on fire from my palm.
Then she starts to laugh, joyous, happy, euphoric, before heaving a deep breath and rolling onto her back, gazing up at me with a soft expression, her hair fanned out like an angel’s wings, her lips bruised and swollen.
“I really like your room way better than mine, honey.”
Her smile is infectious, her soft loving addictive and as I lie beside her, my fingers trail over her flat stomach, hoping like hell it won’t be flat for much longer.
Her hand slaps over mine and she whispers, “Our life is in there, Joseph. It probably already is. We will make many carbon copies of ourselves and shower them with love. We will do better – be better and be strong, protective and fierce over them, without stifling them or holding them back from who they can be. We will make amazing parents, Joseph. You will be a strong father.”
She shifts onto her side, smiling into my eyes, her finger trailing down my cheek as she whispers, “I love what we are building and I don’t care if you disagree with me or not but I am falling hard for you and there is nothing you can do about that.”
My hand snaps over hers. Trapping it against me, my gaze powering into her, filling my heart with her beauty, her innocence and her love. Holding it inside me, replacing the demons with an angel and as I lean in and my lips touch hers, I whisper huskily, “I’m falling and you had better be there to catch my heart before it breaks.”
She leans forward, her kiss soft, gentle, reassuring. My partner, my team, my future and my salvation. I run my hand around her head, pulling her in deeper, demonstrating how much she means to me because words have never come easy.
Tonight is ours, tomorrow will be hard but some things are worth fighting for and I will never stop fighting for Tiffany, because I am her king and she is my queen. When the game finishes, there will be only two pieces left. The king and queen, side by side, hand in hand, surveying their kingdom together.
CHAPTER 45
TIFFANY
Milan
Part of me is excited, the other part of me dreading every second of this.
Joseph has retreated into that dark place in his mind, which doesn’t help with my anxiety. The guards are their usual silent presence, and the black cars move steadily in convoy as if they are transporting a world leader in a cavalcade. This time, the intention is deadly.
I am being taken to the finest hotel in the city. The plan is to meet my sisters there, which is bittersweet.
It will be the first time we have spoken since leaving the convent, and I can’t wait. I have learned they had a similar experience to me, and I pray to God that they have fallen in love with their husbands. That they feel even a tiny bit of what I do for Joseph. That will be enough to convince me that we all made the right decision.
They are here already. Their flight from New York landed earlier today and my anticipation builds as I contemplate ourlives now. Will they view me differently? Will I notice any change in them?
As always, we move as a pack and as the car rolls to a halt outside the luxury hotel, Joseph pockets his phone and grips my hand.