“Please,” I pant as I rock my hips up to meet his touch, but it’s no use, he has me pinned in a way that I can only accept his brutal pleasure. “Rhys, please. Fuck,” I cry out as I press my thighs to his side, holding on any way I can as my orgasm rocks through me.
“With pleasure,” he replies as he withdraws hisfingers and replaces them with his hard length, sliding deep inside me before my climax has even finished.
This isn’t a frantic coupling between two people who can’t get enough of each other, this is so much more. And there’s no denying it when he presses his mouth to mine and drinks in my whimpers as he rocks our bodies together, holding me in his strong arms.
Tears trickle from my eyes as my emotions besiege me. I’m undeniably in love with this man who has become my husband against all my best efforts and those of the people who would rather see us dead. We’ve overcome so much in such a small amount of time and when Rhys makes love to me like this, I can’t help but believe that maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way.
I gasp and move with him as the tide of my climax rises again. Rhys kisses me all over my face and neck, wiping away my tears, and I feel everything.
“Rhys,” I cry out, feeling overwhelmed by everything. Okay, noteverything, but all of Rhys. Everything about him and all the ways he makes me feel, the way that he plays my body so beautifully, it’s too much in the way that it will never be enough. And when I no longer have it, I’ll long for only this, only him. There will only be Rhys for me, from now to forever.
“Aye, that’s it,” he growls as he thrusts deep inside me. “Give me everything. I want it all and nothing less.”
I feel my body begin to pulse aroundhim. My heart races as he pumps into me faster and faster, driving my climax and I dig my nails into his shoulders, squeezing my thighs around him as I come again.
Rhys presses his fingertips into my thigh as he holds me open to him, driving himself deep inside me one last time. A groan rumbles through his chest and against mine as he comes, and then he drops his heavy weight on top of me. I secretly love the way it feels to have all of him like this.
After he catches his breath, he slides off of me. “Stay there,” he says before he rolls right out of bed, switching the bathroom light on and casting the room in a soft glow.
When he comes back with a wet washcloth in his hand, he pushes my legs open as he sits on the side of the bed adjacent to me.
“Rhys.” I try to protest, but he just clucks his tongue at me and continues to hold me open for his view and care.
When he’s done, he flicks the blankets over me before taking the washcloth back to the bathroom. After dimming the lights, he comes back into the room and climbs into bed on his side. While we usually sleep with him curled possessively around my back, tonight he turns me in his arms to face him.
“I promise it’ll be all right, hen,” he says softly, his mouth just inches from mine. “I’ll protect you with my life.”
“That’s what worries me,” I whisper into the night.
“I mean it,” he replies. “I love you.”
And in a weird way, I do think he means it. After all we’ve been through, I believe that he does love me. So the last secret I utter into the dark before I give in to sleep is my truth.
“I love you too.”
Chapter 3
Treason
Idream that we’re floating out to sea on an inflatable mattress. The waters are calm but as Rhys makes love to me, he rocks our precarious boat as he kisses his way down my body. Then he nudges my thighs out of the way so that he can settle in between them and I feel his warm breath over my most sensitive skin.
“Rhys…” I whisper wanting to tell him not to stop, but also to beg him to be smart. We’re going to drown. I should be thankful that no one is here to see us like this, but then again, there’s also no one here to save us. I’m about to beg him to stop when he spreads me open with his thumbs and licks me up my center, making my back arch so that I can get closer to his dangerous mouth.
He punishes me with his tongueas he viciously licks my clit, holding my legs open to him. My hips are pinned to the floating mattress and I thrash about and cry out as he hurtles me toward my massive climax.
“Please,” I cry out. I’ll scream and beg and do whatever he wants, but this is too dangerous. “I’m going to fall.”
He stops what he’s doing to me only to say, “Fall then, hen, I’ll catch you.” And then he presses his tongue to my opening, spearing me with it, then he sucks on my clit, and I scream as I come.
My nipples are tight and my body feels hot as I blink my eyes open. I’m on the verge of an orgasm and I know why as I look down my body and see Rhys with his mouth on my pussy, eating me.
“Rhys,” I pant as I reach for him and run my fingers through his dark hair.
“Aye,” he replies, his rough voice rumbling over my sensitive flesh. “One more before we shower.”
And then he spears me with his thick fingers, stroking to life the spot deep inside of me as he rolls his tongue over me again and again until my fingers pull tight in his hair and I’m screaming his name.
“Rhys!”