“I don’t need more time to know I want you.” Her hands move down my bare chest and I want to purr with need. “Don’t turn me away, Kade.”

Her desperate plea is cracking my carefully constructed control.

“Please, Kade,” she whispers, her lips touching mine. “I’m in pain.”

How could she know those words would be my undoing? Because as soon as she says it, I put her on her back and move between her legs.

“Make love to me,” she begs, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“No.” I shake my head and she whines as I bury my face in her neck. I move my lips lower and slide my hands over the swell of her breasts. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her hips rise, and I unhook her feet and kiss my way down her soft stomach. Her nightshirt has ridden up but I push it farther to reveal her panties. The white cotton is damp and I groan at the sight of it. Then the sweet scent of her pussy fills my lungs and my hands begin to shake.

“Kade, don’t make me wait.” She rolls her hips up in invitation and I have to close my eyes to get myself under control.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I should stop. But she aches and I can’t let her feel this way. I might have done things I’m not proud of, but falling in love with my wife has been my calling. If I only take care of her for the rest of my life, then it will be a life well spent.

“Pull your knees up, love,” I say, tugging the white cotton panties down her legs and tossing them to the ground.

She does as I ask without hesitation, opening her body and her hidden secrets for me. I nestle into the bed and lean forward to kiss her pink, swollen lips. She’s blushing with need and wet with desire as I lick a long trail up the middle of her pussy and around her clit. Her body shivers with pleasure as she cries out and I slide two thick fingers into her. She’s so goddamn tight I have to work them slowly just to get past the first knuckle.

“More, please,” she pants as she pulls her knees farther apart. “Don’t tease me.”

Her pleading is torture because although I don’t want to rush this, I know she needs me. With one quick thrust of my fingers and a nibble against her clit, she cries out and her back arches.

“Kade!” she screams into our bedroom, and I feel the warm rush of desire coat my fingers.

I lap up her quick release but I know this one won’t be enough. She’s too tight, too tense. She needs another to calm her down so I double my efforts.

My fingers move in her tight sheath quicker and I lap at her clit. I suck on her lips and nuzzle against her with my nose, burying my face in her center. She doesn’t have time to catch her breath before her second orgasm is bearing down on her again. Her hips move in time with my mouth and I devour her.

There is no treat as sweet as my wife and nothing that will fill my belly and keep me as warm as she will. She is my rebirth, and before the day I laid eyes on her, I was nothing.

Her cries of ecstasy pierce the night as she climaxes once again. I smile into her softened flesh as she goes limp under me and her moans quiet to kitten purrs.

I kiss the inside of her thighs, luxuriating in how soft she is there and cleaning her with my tongue. I take my time enjoying this place between her legs, because I don’t know when I’ll be back here again.

“I love you,” she whispers softly, and I close my eyes, letting it soak in.

“I love you, too.”

When she’s utterly spent, I grab the blanket and cover her with it before tucking her in. I kiss her softly and smile down at her as her eyes close. I could stay like this for hours, just looking at her and some nights I do.

“Get your hands off my sister.”

The cold voice from behind me has me whipping around to see a woman who looks so much like my wife it shocks me. I stare at her for a half a second before I look down at the bed and make sure my wife is still there.

“Berkley?” I hear my wife say sleepily as she sits up in bed.

“I said get your fucking hands off my sister.” She takes a step forward and that’s when I see Vaughn behind her, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want with my wife,” I say, clenching my fists at my side.

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