Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,69
back, gliding down to grip my ass. She yanked, desperate for more friction. I gave it to her, shoving myself as far I could go. I nuzzled her sweat-streaked neck, tonguing her skin before sucking hard.
My hips punched forward.
She moaned. “More.”
Greedy woman.
I pulled her in a tight embrace and pounded her. Her tits smashed my chest as she arched, letting out a strangled noise as I pumped in and out of her. Her face screwed up, and then a soft gasp escaped her. Her orgasm made her pussy grip my dick with convulsions, the tension knotting her body.
Two thrusts. That was all I needed before I came. The details I’d blocked out—her sweet taste, her curves pressing into me, her surrendering breaths—heated my thighs and cock. The fire consumed me as I filled her with cum. A flood of joy drowned me, and I stilled, relishing the moment. I lay on top of her, spent and breathless, using her breasts as a pillow.
She buried her fingers in my hair, stroking.
“Jesus. I feel like I’m high.”
Pleasure tingled every patch of skin, even my lips. Suddenly, I had to reassure myself that this was real. I unstuck my face from her perfect tits and dragged my gaze to her sleepy smile. Then I kissed her. A jolt shot into me like a lightning strike. I was still inside her, hard as steel, and thickening fast.
Minutes later, I came with her riding my lap and her nipple in my mouth. We collapsed together, the buzz already fading from my ecstasy-soaked brain.
I had things to do.
“Evie.” I rubbed her back, and her eyes flew open. “Evie, we need to talk.”
“Can’t it wait?”
I wish.
I had no desire to leave this bed. I wanted to stay, but I’d killed four men. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen.
“Let’s get washed.”
I coaxed her to a seated position, but she groaned and rolled over.
I slid the sheets off our bodies and switched on the lamp. Orange light flared across Evie’s soft curves. I helped her off the bed. Then I cupped her ass and nudged her into the bathroom.
“Come on, baby. I’ll give you a massage. It’ll be nice.”
She grunted.
Our feet slapped the cool tile, and I flipped on the lights.
Under the harsh lighting, Evie’s facade crumbled. She turned ashen. She crossed her arms, shivering. Tendons stood out on her neck as she stared into the mirror.
Shit. “Evie?”
“I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Evie wiped her face, her eyes widening at her tear-streaked palm. “All of a sudden, I feel bad. I have this intense dread.”
“You’ll be like that for a while.”
“I will?”
Nausea pitted my stomach as I curled my arm around her. I recognized the signs. The fear would worsen as the drugs faded from her system.
What did that bastard do to my wife?
I opened the shower door and wrenched the knob. She startled at the loud hiss, but the tension rippling her brow melted as water pelted her body, stroking her in tantalizing rivulets. “God, that’s amazing. He made me shower in cold water…” She trailed off, wearing that haunted look.
“We’ll talk about it later. Okay?”
She nodded.
I soaped up her shoulders and massaged her back, my thumbs sinking into the tight muscles that refused to loosen. I washed her breasts, sliding down her taut abdomen to her womb.
How many times did I come inside her?
I hadn’t made that mistake in decades. A miracle, considering I used to dive into a mountain of cocaine every weekend. Somehow, I’d always held it together long enough to wear a condom. One night with Evie, and my brain cells seemed to spontaneously combust.
A box of condoms sat in the nightstand. Hundreds of them. I hadn’t reached for them. It didn’t occur to me once. I got caught in the moment.
How did that happen?
“How are you feeling?”
She squirted shampoo into her hands and lathered her hair. “I’m great. Just sore.”
Avoiding the subject.
Honestly, I couldn’t blame her.
“I’ll get you Advil.”
“No.”
She sounded tense, if a bit on guard. My stomach hardened as I put together incomplete images. I’d probably never know what happened in those twenty-four hours we were apart. I wouldn’t force her to tell me, but it ate at me to watch her suffer.
I rinsed myself and turned off the shower.
I pulled her into a fierce hug and kissed her head, hating the devastation on her face when I disengaged. I grabbed a towel from the rack and cocooned her in cotton. “From now on, things will be different between us.”