Page 28 of The Revenge Bride

His hands move to my lower legs, and he massages them. When he reaches my knees, I swat his hands away. “Stop. You know that tickles.”

“Then I’ll move on.”

His hands travel to my thighs.

I hastily swallow the bite of food in my mouth. “Are you trying to choke me?”

“Only on my big cock.”

He stands and as he turns away from the table, I slap his bare ass.

“What?” I arch my brows innocently. “You want to punish me for that?”

“I’d rather pleasure you.” He lifts me from the chair and tosses me across his shoulder.

I smack his shoulder. “I wasn’t done with supper.”

“Too bad. It’s my turn to eat.”

His meaning sends a rush of anticipation through me, and I get wet. Because Rhett is really, really good with his tongue.

In the bedroom, I expect him to undress me slowly, in the teasing, playful way he normally does.

Instead, he rips my shirt off, sending buttons flying. “I’m going to devour you. Are you ready for that?”

“I’m always ready for you.” My nipples pebble, reading and eager for his attention.

Rhett slides my slacks down my legs, then tugs off my panties.

Then he gets on the bed and hangs his head off, nearly upside down. “Walk over here,” he commands.

I happily comply, moving closer until my pussy hovers above his lips. I spread my legs, lowering myself until he can reach me.

Rhett holds his arms up to support me. Seeing the muscles bulge in his arms never fails to heighten the lust factor for me.

Then I can’t think anymore as his tongue explores me. Sucking. Licking. Tasting.

“I’m…I’m…” I can’t get the words out before sensations overwhelm me and I’m coming.

He laps me up, his tongue diving into my quivering pussy.

When I’m ready to collapse, Rhett picks me up and lays me face down across the bed. I arch my ass to give him access and his hard cock enters me.

His hands grip my hips, as he pumps into me. Telling me how much he loves me. How much he adores my body. How he can never get enough of me.

I love feeling the roughness of his body moving against mine. “Faster,” I moan.

Rhett pushes deeper, faster, and then a long groan is dragged from him as he spills into me.

“Baby…so good. So good,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder where I had him tattoo a tiny dragon. It’s a replica of the bigger one on his chest.

He rolls off beside me and gathers me close. “This. This is my idea of a perfect life. A hot wife and hotter sex.”

I smooth a lock of hair off his forehead. I love this man from the depths of my soul. I think it’s funny now looking back how I thought I hated him.

Now I realize that would be like hating myself. Because he’s part of me. I think fate wrote our names as one from the beginning of time. We were always meant to end up together. With our amazing love in this beautiful life we’ve created.