“Ye’re my wife. Make no mistake about it. Yer body was no longer yer own when we married. Ye’re all mine.” He stuffs his torturous fingers inside of my swollen sex, curving upward expertly to fuck with my g-spot. I’m moaning, conflicted by the thought of us being found out and heady with desire.
“Dinna make a move,” he orders, “aye.” His teeth chomp near my cheek, and my sex vacuums all the delicious friction it has made.
“No.” I clamp my legs together and place a palm over my eyes. “Not looking at you right now, Leith. Screwing while we have company? Mia stumbles around slowly, and she’s loud, but we won’t get away with this.”
“I’ve been away for days.” He grabs my hands and slides them into his pants. Breath catching in my throat, my fingers glide across the smooth, rigidity of his thick cock. I laugh as he argues about “blue baws.”
“I regret to inform you and your balls—”
“Okay,” Leith groans, swooping me up in his arms. The empty coffee mug I left out shatters on the tile.
“We have to clean that up.”
“Nae.” He runs his fingers along my ribs. In giddy delight, I laugh and attempt some sort of composed response as Leith runs through the house with me in his arms. I always thought I married the hot Scot.
Nope. Leith MacKenzie is hot as hell, but he’s also one crazy Scot.
“Wait, wait, baby!” I moan when Leith plants me on the edge of the bed. His hand reaches beneath my dress, pressing my abdomen where tiny butterflies have fluttered away. “The door.”
He glances around. “Nae! Ye asked for the bedroom.”
“I know, but please.”
“Yer mouth will be the judge while Ifeckthe defiance outta ye.” Our eyes connect. His aquamarine irises glower, so striking and intimidating. Clairvoyant, I read his mind and toss a few daggers his way when he touches the hem of my clothing. “Hen, ye’re too gorgeous for the likes of this.”
Leith’s hands ghost over my ass and hips as he shreds the dress from my flesh. His eyes darken in desire.
“Touch me,” I beg.
Standing behind me, he cups my breast in his hand. He’s hardly touched me, and a symphony of moans vibrate from my body. His mouth captures my own as his other fingers slip into my panties, teasing and tantalizing my dripping wet slit.
“Ye stay soaked for me, hen. That’s why I loveye madly.” Leith coaxes a delicate orgasm from my mouth as his fingers smooth over my pearl, round and round in a leisurely fashion.
All thought fades except for one thing—this is love.
This unexplainable feeling, this drug weakens my knees so that I’m leaning back into Leith.
“Please, don’t stop,” I groan as he removes his hand from my sex.
“Nae, Chevelle, I won’t stop untilye beg me to. Butye will savor this moment,” Leith declares, spinning me around. His lips skim over my cheekbone, causing me to shiver. With one hand, he shoves his shirt off. My fingers fall to the smooth muscles of his chest. My palms run over the strength of them, missing the feel of snuggling close, which will be the perfect ending to this lovemaking.
Chapter 26
Leith
Aye,the sight of my wife’s naked body filches my breath. After recovering from the impact of her gorgeous body, I warn myself not to lose control, tofeckher slowly. Gauging from the tension in her body, she needs to be made love to.
Using my feet to kick out of my pants, I draw my mouth back to her breasts. My tongue circles around the hardened bulb before sucking it into my fervent mouth. Chevelle’s fingers run through my hair as my hands explore the bends and curves of her lush body.Sucking her nipple deep into my mouth, I scrape my teeth lightly across the soft flesh of her breast. The only thought running through my mind is worshiping my wife, reminding her why she became my prize. I mayfeckup on occasion—a whole heap offeckups right about now—but she’s under my spell.
She moans in ecstasy, voice heavy with lust. I’m about to grip her waist, lifting her to carry her to bed, when Chevelle’s fingers slide along my boxers.
“Hen,” I groan against her diamond nipple. Impatient, she tugs at my underwear as she slides down to the ground on her knees. Lifting her lovely face, she slides out her tongue and catches a drop of precum at the tip of my dick. My toes clutch under when her lips engulf the swollen head. Chevelle’s moan sends vibrations through my shaft and down to mybaws. Aware of what she’s doing to me, Chevelle kneads my heavy sack, plunging her wet, hot mouth around my hardness.
“Right there.” My order comes out harsh and guttural. Hips thrust as Ifeckher bonny face.
I feel like her mouth is trying to dominate my hard cock. Her suction is amazing.
“Feckin’Hell!” I swear, holding her deep, exploding in her mouth. Thick creamy cum streams to the back of her throat. Clamping myarse, Chevelle bobs her head, addicted to the lengthy jet of my seed.