Hungry kisses rule my lips, then my mind, then my body.
When he shoves my dress up to my hips, lifts my leg and hooks it around his waist, I’m ready for him.
My pussy is aching to have his cock inside me, pounding my mind into oblivion.
Desmier stops kissing me for a moment to shove his pants down and take out his cock. Then he grabs me, moves my panties to the side, and slams right into my passage.
I gasp, throwing my head back in pleasure, and he takes that chance to push me harder into the wall and fuck me like he wants to keep me forever.
He pins my wrist to the wall, binding me in pleasure, and I savor him.
I savor the feeling of him, and us joined together. The way we should be. Always.
When he looks at me, I know he sees me for who I am.
Not the devil’s daughter.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Desmier
She’s like a dose of fire to my soul.
Scorching and consuming everything in its wake. Owning it. Owning me.
I pound into her body like I own her, but it’s Anastasia who owns me.
She owned me the moment she chose me.
I heard what she said to Viktor, and my heart tells me she knows more things that I couldn’t tell her about the past and her father.
It’s the way she looked at me and how she thought she was the devil, not me.
That means Ehlga told her. I trust Ehlga wouldn’t have done so if she didn’t think it was right, so I’m okay with it.
When I look at Anastasia, I see nothing but the woman I love. My wife.
Her blue gaze, filled with pleasure, pain, and love, is everything, and I need nothing more in this life than what she can give me.
I try to hold on and control myself so I can keep going, but I never stood a chance. I’ve wanted to take her again from the moment I walked away the other night.
I come and she does too, digging her nails into my shoulder.
She wraps her legs around me as we kiss once more, and when we calm down, I know I need more.
“We’re not done yet.” My voice is thick with my desire for her.
“No, I need more. I need you.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
I don’t even know what the fuck state we’re in when we walk out, but we manage to cover the parts that shouldn’t be showing and leave.
Thank God I drove my car tonight. We jump in and arrive home in record time, but I’m already tearing at her dress before we can get through the door.
We barely manage to make it upstairs, where we fall into our bed, and I devour her all over again.
That’s what we’re like all night. We don’t sleep.