“Yes!” she cried, locking her ankles around my waist and taking me deeper, rocking back against me.
I knew she’d never be a passive bed partner, but she met me stroke for stroke, proving to be more than just my equal.
I growled as I felt her tense beneath me, thrusting harder and faster, feeling the world rock with us as we made love with an intensity I’d never experienced in my life but was already addicted to.
Her muscles started to lock, and her breaths came faster, her keening cries higher, and I let go of her shoulder to reach between us.
One stroke of her clit and she came, arching wildly beneath me, screaming my name as her pussy clamped down so hard around my cock that I saw stars. I stroked her through her orgasm, and immediately put my arm around her shoulder again to keep her from sliding up the bed.
She softened beneath me and looked up at me with eyes full of such wonder that I fucking lost it. My hips pistoned into hers, and I lost all sense of rhythm and timing, taking her as my body demanded, thrusting over and over into her heat.
The very earth moved beneath us in time with my thrusts and my vision blurred as my orgasm ripped through me, emptying into her as I pushed against her womb. I growled her name as I lost myself over and over in her until I was completely—
I heard the crack and instinctively pulled Langley under my body, sheltering her with my frame as wood came crashing down.
The canopy smacked into my back as the last of my orgasm took me.
I dropped to my elbows, her face tucked against my throat as one of the posts bounced off the bed where her head had been only seconds ago.
Then the world stilled—the only sound our harsh breaths.
Until the frame went from under us.
Langley shrieked as the mattress and boxspring slammed into the floor, and I tensed, making sure she didn’t feel a pound of my weight as we landed.
After a few moments of silence, I looked up to see another portion of the frame ready to give way. I rolled, scooping Langley into my arms as the final piece clattered against the rail on my side of the bed, falling to the ground.
“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, holding my wife in my lap.
She shook, and I immediately brushed her hair from her face.
“Baby, you’re safe,” I promised, only to see that her shoulders heaved with laughter. “I guess this means you’re okay?” I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded as she looked up at me. Then her expression turned serious as she cupped my face in her hands. “I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what you said about our bed being a little flimsy, and I think that if you really want to buy a new bed, I could support that decision.” She nodded.
We both burst into laughter that didn’t stop as I picked her up and carried her down the hall to one of the furnished guest rooms.
It dawned on me as I slid inside her again—the reason I wanted her heart so badly.
She already had mine.
I’d fallen in love with my wife.
10
Langley
“You have flour on your shoulder,” I said, biting back my smile as I leaned against our kitchen island.
Axel didn’t stop his mixing on the other side of the island. In only a pair of boxer briefs, nearly every glorious inch of him was on display as he worked the batter in the silver bowl into a smooth consistency.
He scanned me from head to toe, his eyes hungry as he lingered on my bare legs. I’d only slipped on one of his baby-blue button-downs after we’d completed our latest marathon session, professing I was now properly famished and was going to make a sandwich.
He’d stopped me, saying sandwiches were not an after-sex meal.
The sex had been phenomenal, as had every single time we’d come together these past couple months.
My back to his chest as I rode him in the den.
His hands on my hips as he took me from behind in one of the guestrooms.
Our bodies slick with water as he fucked me against the shower wall.
The pulsing, agonizing need to be connected with the man on every conceivable level.
A never ending craving. A never ending anticipation.
And tonight, I’d worshiped the spectacular male before me. I used every inch of my body, my mouth, my tongue, to soothe the wounds that naturally came from the Reapers’ first real loss.
It had stung, and Axel had been in knots when he came home. He could barely speak in full sentences he was so growly. And I’d made sure to give him what he wanted, and allowed him to take what he needed, to help dull that edge from the loss.