Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Yes, yes, yes.
It was all she could think about as her hands restlessly roamed over the sculpted curves of her husband's body. Every inch of him was pure bronzed perfection, and a mixture of helpless need and wonder engulfed her senses at the thought that from this day forward, Lukas was hers and only hers.
She had never been the type to be possessive, but she only had to imagine another woman laying a hand on any part of her husband's body, and—-
"Will you promise me one thing?"
The unexpected tremor in his wife's voice had Lukas abruptly forgetting the demands of his own body, and he immediately turned her face up to his. "What is it?" he asked tautly. "If it's in my power to grant, it's yours—-"
"Promise me you'll only be mine."
Lukas' chest tightened at the way Betsy choked the words out while looking at him like his next words could make or break her.
Everything, he thought again.
Everything he had once thought was true—-
Everything he had thought he knew about women—-
Everything was wrong except for her.
"I promise." He caught her hand and placed it over his heart. "Even if the day comes that you shun the sight of me, I will still and always be yours."
A sob escaped Betsy at the words he had given her. Would it always, always be like this with him? Every time she asked him for a drop, would he always give her an entire ocean?
"Are you even real?" she asked shakily.
"You tell me."
He whispered the words in her ear, and a shiver rocked her body at the heat of his breath caressing her skin.
"Does that feel real to you?"
She had no chance to answer. No chance to even think with his mouth already trailing all the way down until he was nuzzling the valley between her breasts while gently palming both globes of flesh.
"What about this?"
Her back curved up against as he suddenly pinched both of her nipples.
"Does that feel real to you?"
A moan spilled out of her throat as his mouth descended past her belly. She sensed him rising to his knees as he positioned himself between her legs, and her eyes fluttered open just in time to see his head lower in a now-familiar position.
No, oh no, oh yes.
A part of her was genuinely terrified. The pleasure he gave her was something she had never experienced in her single sexual encounter with D's father. But every time Lukas made her come, it was like losing control of herself and becoming a puppet to his touch.
Like now.
Her husband ran his tongue along her folds, and her senses started to spiral. He parted her folds open, and even though she already knew what to expect, shock still coursed through her veins at the first thrust of his tongue. His hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom to pull her hips up, and when his tongue thrust back into her, he ended up tasting her so, so deeply that it was as if they were already one even without him taking her.
Again and again it happened, her husband tasting her deeper and deeper and deeper. But just as she was about to hit the peak, it was when he suddenly pulled away, and when he came back inside of her again, it was this time, oh, finally, finally, finally—-
"Lukas!"
She could only cry his name out as her husband buried himself inside of her, and oh the length of him, and the girth of him—-
Her nails raked his back as he started pounding into her, and he did it so, so hard that she found herself clinging desperately to his shoulders. Every thrust sent her soaring higher and higher, and as much as she wanted this to last forever and ever—-
When her dazed gaze lifted to her husband, and she saw how he was staring down at her with dark eyes full of hunger—-
For her!
The knowledge was just too much, her lips parting in a silent cry as infernal pleasure consumed her from within. She could feel the devouring intensity of his stare as she shattered around his length. It was almost as if he was committing every expression on her face to memory. Almost as if he saw her as the most precious thing in his life, and thoughts of her alone gave him life.
It just didn't make sense, she found herself thinking dazedly.
Even if Lukas had made her his wife, and she had seen how wonderful he was with their son—-
He could have had any other woman on this earth, and so it just didn't make sense.
Why me, she wished she could ask.
Why was it she who now wore his ring on her finger and bore his mark on her skin?
Why was it her name that Lukas was now groaning out as he, too, started to cum and her body that he was now shooting his seed into, again and again and again?