This is Love by (Checkmate Duet 2)

“Why do you enjoy torturing me?” she asks against my lips. I smile, knowing she’s enjoying every bit of it just as I am.

“Why do you defy me, princess? Give me what I want, and we’ll both be happy.” I press my finger deeper inside her.

“I’m not letting you win that easy, King.” She tries closing her legs, but I block her with my knee.

“Play by the rules, and we’ll both win,” I warn as I part her legs open again.

“I don’t trust your rules.” She smirks. I feel her body tensing the deeper I push inside her, and I can’t wait another second to be inside her again.

“Good.” I grin. “You shouldn’t.” Wrapping my arms around her body and cupping her ass with both hands, I lift her body up until both legs wrap around my waist. She squeals as she clings to my neck and grinds her pussy against my shaft.

“Put me down!”

“Not until you say the magic words,” I taunt as I carry her over to the fireplace.

“Fuck off, Travis?”

I smack my hand across her ass cheek, and she squeals. “That’s what you get for breaking the rules, princess.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

I lower her to the floor next to the fireplace and climb on top of her. “That smart mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. Are you ready to pay the price?”

“Give me your best, King.”

“Carpet burn did look good on you, especially since I was the one who put it there.” I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss down the length of her jaw. She arches her back as I make my way down her chest and wrap my lips around her nipple. Her hands find my hair, and as she weaves her fingers through, I swirl my tongue around her other nipple and pull it into my mouth.

“God, yes!” she cries out, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.

I lower my hand and slide a finger inside her once again. She clenches her pussy, and I slide another one inside. I love hearing her beg for it, and I don’t plan to stop until she does.

“Let me hear you, Viola,” I growl, rubbing the pad of my thumb against her clit as I push deeper inside. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I’m not begging for it. Move aside, and I’ll do it myself.” She shakes her hips, trying to get out of my grip.

“Defying me only makes me harder, princess.” I press my hips against hers as I grip my hand around her wrist, stopping her from going lower. “You should know that by now.”

“And you should know better than to deny me.” She bites her lower lip, and I know she’s enjoying teasing the hell out of me. She lowers her hand and palms my cock, but when I arch my hips into her, she stops me.

“Goddammit, Viola,” I hiss, pulling her bottom lip in between my teeth. “You’re going to pay for that one.”

I grab both of her wrists and push them above her head. I part her legs with my knee, and once her legs wrap around my waist, I slide inside her. Her head falls back, and I thrust deeper, waiting to hear that throaty moan. Releasing her wrists, I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. She moans against my lips and my pace increases, feeling her clench around my cock as the intensity builds. The way her body responds to mine, and the way I can’t get enough of her, lets me know without a doubt that she was made for me, and I was made for her. Everything that happened between us has built up to moments just like this. Pure perfection.

Our bodies speak louder than our words ever could. “I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it.”

“It’d be dark, cold, and pointless,” she says, the corner of her lips tilting up.

“Always a smartass.”

“Always.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, Viola Fisher.” I kiss her and don’t let go until her body gives in and she releases around my cock.

“I love you too, Travis King.” Her body shakes, and she screams, clawing her nails into my arms as she continues counting. And it’s the sweetest fucking sound in the entire world.

We end up huddled under a blanket, and when I wake up, Viola is sound asleep at my side. I decide to put a couple of logs on the fire, so the room heats up before she wakes up. I don’t plan to allow Viola to get dressed until we have to leave. This weekend is all about us, and I plan on taking full advantage.

I made sure the fridge and cupboards were stocked before we arrived. As I’m digging around for something to feed her, I feel her arms wrap around my waist. Turning around, I see she’s wrapped up in a blanket, her hair a wild mess, and her eyes glassed over.