sleeps peacefully, my nipple still in his tiny mouth. “I cannot think of a better way to fall asleep.”
My vagina is totally out of commission, but that doesn’t stop it from paying attention to the sultry tone in my husband’s voice. I’d smack the traitorous body part if it didn’t hurt.
“I only paralyzed you so I could get away,” I say, hoping to divert his attention away from my breasts. “So I don’t need your forgiveness, since it’s essentially your fault I was forced to defend myself.”
Jaxar stays quiet for a moment while running his knuckle over the baby’s rounded cheek. “I suppose that’s true. However, your accusations against me were insulting and unfounded. I won’t demand an apology, but I am due.”
“You’re not getting shit from me,” I hiss in the dark. My son stirs at the harsh sound, and I adjust him so that he rests on my stomach, enabling me to cover myself.
But Jaxar cups my breast, making the breath seize in my lungs.
He runs his thumb over my nipple, and fissures of pleasure burst from me to scatter across my body. Then he tweaks the stiff peak, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
“Don’t touch me,” I say, wanting to arch into his hand as he continues to pleasure me. Somehow I manage not to.
“I have told you once before, you do not command me, wife. I am the Masse, and you belong to me.”
“Not anymore.”
His fingers still before he uses them to grip my chin. “Look at me.”
The order is given in a tone that leaves no doubt he expects to be obeyed and quickly. After I flick my gaze to his, I find the gold bright and sparking with anger.
“There will never be a day, never come a time, when you are not mine,” he says. “There is nowhere you can go that I will not follow, no foe I will not kill to get to you. When you freed my heart from its stone casing, you claimed it for your own, but I will not allow you to take it only to leave me with nothing.”
I remove my trembling hands from my son’s back, not wanting to wake him. Then I fist them by my sides to keep from smacking Jaxar like an idiot. However, my tongue is just as effective at getting my point across.
“You should’ve thought of that before you put your cock in someone else.”
I wait for Jaxar to growl or argue with me, but he does neither. Instead he releases my chin to gather Kharis in his massive arms, bringing the baby to his chest. I grip my husband’s bicep, not caring that my nails are digging into his skin.
“Put him down.”
“He needs to sleep, just as much as we need to talk.”
Jaxar rises from the bed, shrugging off my hold with ease. I silently fume as he places my son in a cradle that’s been positioned right next to the bed. When my husband returns, I expect him to lie propped up next to me, like he was before.
But he crawls on top of me, hovering above me on his hands and knees.
I swallow the nerves in my throat at the intense look in his gaze. This is no way to have a serious conversation. Between the warmth of him seeping into my skin and the fire in his eyes, I’m finding it hard to breathe, let alone think. I want to tell him not to touch me, but so far he’s ignored anything I’ve told him to do. Instead I harden my expression, determined not to bend in this battle of wills.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I’ve never been with another female nor have I ever desired to?”
I shrug, feigning nonchalance. “However many times it takes you to believe your own lies.”
“Stubborn female.” He slowly lowers his hips until they are flush with mine, and his cock is nestled between my thighs. Even with a fur blanket separating our bodies, there’s no way I can’t feel that. “Do you see what you do to me?” he asks. His raspy voice holds threads of agony and want that are woven throughout anger, creating a texture of pure seduction. “It is beyond me how you can think such things when I clearly desire you at all times.”
Try as I might, I can’t stop my body from responding. My clit pulses happily at the contact of his hard cock, while my nipples pebble.