Cherish Me (Stark Ever After #6.5) - J. Kenner Page 0,6

more. She struggled against the bonds, then looked at him, her expression pleading. “Please. Inside me. I need you inside me.”

He slid his fingers deep, knowing that wasn’t what she meant even though she bucked against him, fucking his fingers and taking him deeper and deeper. He teased her walls, finding that singular spot that made her cry out and hook her ankles around him, as if she could pull him inside her.

“More,” she begged. “Please, Damien. I want your cock inside me.”

“Do you?” he teased, then eased his fingers out to ease his body over hers, his weight supported by his hands so they were touching only in one place, the gentle caress of his cock against her belly. “Tell me why.”

“I want you. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to own me.”

“And?”

“And, oh, God, please. And I want to own you, too.”

“You already do, baby.” He moved down her body, his mouth teasing every inch of her, assaulting her breasts, tasting her belly. Licking her pussy.

And then, as she continued to plead and beg, he bent her knees up, held her in place, and lost himself in the sweetness.

He thrust deep inside her, one hand tight on her hips, the other beneath her, a finger teasing her ass. He slipped it inside, and she cried out as he filled her so completely. Her body rocked, and she struggled against her bonds.

He watched as ecstasy played out on her face. As her nipples tightened. As her core pulsed against him with the building power of her orgasm. And as for him? He was right there with her, his body on the verge of exploding until finally—fabulously—he felt the power of sweet, sweet release, and he emptied himself into his wife, claiming her. Marking her.

Loving her.

“Yes,” she cried as her own climax followed, and her pussy milked the final edge off his own orgasm. He cried out, then collapsed onto her, her legs tightening around him as if to never let him go.

“I love you,” she whispered, the words like a benediction.

“I know,” he murmured. “You’re my proof of miracles.”

“And you, Mr. Stark, are mine.”

Chapter Four

I tug at the belt, both enjoying the sensation of being bound and disturbed that something is troubling my husband. “Are you going to untie me?” I ask as he lazily runs his fingertips up and down my bare torso.

“I’m not sure,” he says, cupping my breast and then gently kissing my already tight nipple. “I like you this way.” His hand slides down, easing between my legs before his fingers slip into me, and I arch up with pleasure, my body still sensitive and hyper-aware.

“I like it, too,” I manage. “But I still think you should untie me.”

“Why? What do you intend to do once you’re free?”

“I’ll roll you onto your back, then straddle you. Then I’ll lean forward and kiss my way up your chest. I’ll brush my lips over your ear. And then, my darling husband, I’ll whisper that I know what’s bothering you.”

To his credit, Damien doesn’t even flinch. My husband has worked too long in the world of high power and high finance to show a reaction he wants to keep hidden. But I know him better than anyone, and I see the hint of a shadow in his eyes. “You want to talk about it?” I ask gently.

“I love you,” he says, making me laugh.

“You say that like a curse.”

“Never.” He kisses me hard to prove the point, then unfastens the belt. “But even after all this time, sometimes it still surprises me how well you see me. No one else ever has.”

I lower my arms, then do as I said, easing him onto his back as I climb on top of him. “Then let me tell you,” I say. “It didn’t even really start with the kidnapping, though that’s what set everything in motion.”

He says nothing, but I feel the tension in his body and know that I’m right.

“It really started in Paris,” I say.

His forehead creases. “In Paris?”

“With Antonio.” I’d been attacked near our hotel. Antonio Sanchez had been coming to talk to Damien, and it was just fate that he’d been close enough to step in and rescue me. “Now he’s part of Stark Security,” I add. “So are you, of course. The most important part since you founded it. But Antonio and all the others are on the ground doing the dirty work. And I know the way you think.”

“Do you?”