"You’re done," he growled, bringing a hand down on my ass in a playful swat. His fingers went between my legs, finding me wet and ready. I'd never thought it could be pleasurable to give him pleasure, but when he nudged my clit, I felt like I might go off from the light touch. "So fucking wet. You like sucking my cock, Tesoro?"
"Yes," I gasped as he lifted my ass. With my legs splayed wide around his and my ass tilted up, he guided himself to my entrance and pushed inside me. The stretch to take him always bordered on painful, but once my body relaxed and accepted his intrusion there was something about it that felt complete.
Like I was right where I belonged.
"Ryke!" I cried when he finally bottomed out inside me. He leaned forward, so that the heat of his body hovered just over mine where I was plastered to the bed. His hips moved, driving his length in and out of me in slow, smooth glides that struck against the end of me with every single thrust.
"Whose pussy is this?" he asked, and I fought the urge to smile. Even with a ring on my finger, even married and with his last name, he still had the insane urge to hear me admit I was his.
I wondered if it would ever stop. If he'd ever stop being so disbelieving that this was our reality.
That I was his.
He thrust harder, making me shriek beneath him when his hand wrapped around my waist to stroke my clit. "Answer me, Calla."
"Yours. It's your pussy," I whispered, grinding myself down on him as he made love to me.
"That's right. It's mine. You're mine, wife," he growled, and I went careening over the edge into my orgasm with the deep sound of his words. He followed me over, and I knew from the heat that flooded me that we'd forgotten a condom again.
But I didn't have the energy to fight about it. I was just as responsible, should have realized and reminded him.
We'd worry about it another day.
As we came down from our orgasms and he pulled out of me, he seemed to realize what he'd forgotten too. He waited for my protest, waited for the verbal lashing I was sure he expected. But there was just nothing.
Nothing but us mattered in that moment.
Nothing mattered but the way he drew me into his arms and kissed me.
"You're mine too," I whispered as I rested my head on his chest. I'd need to get up and clean myself up, but I just needed a few minutes to catch my breath.
"That's right, Sunshine. Only yours."
I stretched up, running my fingers over the scar through his eyebrow and wondering what happened. I wouldn’t ruin the mood or risk ending our day on a note where he shut me out, but the day would come when I needed answers.
I had a feeling the scar was part of the puzzle.
Thirty-Eight
Calla
I did not appreciate being woken up. Not in the slightest. I should have been sleeping until noon, not up and going to some mysterious appointment at ten in the morning.
Even the chai in my hand couldn't appease the annoyed monster that crept up my throat. Ryker was far too amused in the driver's seat, and I glared at him. "You could have left me sleeping while you did whatever this is."
"Nah, I needed my Sunshine with me today. Trust me," he chuckled. I wanted to kick him, but even if we hadn't been in the car, that would have taken effort, and I was too tired for that shit.
"Then the least you could have done was let me sleep last night."
He looked at me like I'd lost my marbles. "I didn't see you complaining when you were bent over the arm of the couch."
I flushed, but never stopped my efforts to stare him down. "I might have if I'd known you'd wake me up by nine."
"Calla," he chuckled, shaking his head. I waited for him to continue, but there was nothing else to follow. Just my name said like a benediction. We were on the outskirts of the city limits, and there wasn't much around except for a few bars and restaurants. None were overly nice, but none were sketchy either. Ryker pulled up into an empty spot, and he hopped out of the car. With it being mid-morning on a Sunday, the streets were empty as everyone either went to church or slept or just enjoyed their days at home. I wished I was one of them, snuggled up tight in bed. As much as I missed the kids, I could have easily slept until noon, eaten lunch, and then picked them up from Dad.
Such was the exhaustion after a wedding night, I supposed.
My eyes strayed to the pair of rings on my finger while I waited for Ryker to get the door for me. While he hadn't made it a rule by any means, I knew that in public places where there could be dangers associated with the Bellandis, he preferred that I wait for him to open my door. It was an easy enough concession to make, since it cost me nothing aside from a few moments of time.