Page 145 of Outcast’s Return

This is it. This is all I’ve ever wanted.

“I love you, Fabien Cote.”

“I love you, Angel.”

It’s my turn to kiss him now. I’m grabbing his face. I can’t get enough of him.

All that love turns into something much warmer.

Heat.

“My future husband... I want you to fuck me.”

He growls possessively.

“Yes, future wife.”

* * *

I’m pushed, face-first, into the bed.

And I love it.

My breath is ragged. So is Fabien’s. He’s above me. Behind me. A man who sucks all the air in the room. He’s so dominant. But I want to play.

I raise my ass to him. There’s a groan from behind me.

“You’re such a tease, woman.”

His rumble seeps deep into my gut.

“Only for you,” I whisper back, my fingers curling around the bedsheets in excited anticipation.

Outside the bedroom, he had stripped me of my clothes like they were offending him. With a gesture to the bed, he commanded me to lie face down.

And now he takes my hands and grips my wrists behind my back. Locking me under his control.

“I’m so wet for you, Mr. Cote.”

“Yeah, you’ll be a good wife. A very good wife.”

“Say wife again, Fabien.”

“You’re going to be my wife.”

“Hm. Now show me how a man like you treats his wife.”

“Oh, I will.”

And then he enters me.

Christ.

The first thrust forces a gasp out of me.

Fabien growls at the sound escaping my lips as if he can’t contain himself when hearing my pleasure. I arch. Moan his name again. It’s half-prayer, half-challenge. His hands tighten around my wrists. Guiding me. Leading.

And I purposefully press back into him. Oh, he doesn’t expect that.