Page 56 of Vicious King

Rina cries out, her back bows, and I loop my arm around her lower belly to keep her still for me.

“Fucking delicious.” I lap at her, skim my teeth over that sensitive bundle of nerves, and then fuck her with my tongue until her head is thrashing back and forth and her legs shake. When I press two fingers inside her, she explodes, coming apart spectacularly, and I can’t hold back any longer.

I work my way up her body to her lips and kiss the fuck out of her. Her fingernails score along my back, as if she’s trying to pull me inside her.

And I’m about to do just that.

“Mine,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re fucking mine, Ree.”

“I always have been,” she says. “Always, Carson.”

Christ, she’s got my heart in her fist. This woman fucking owns every bit of me.

I push slowly inside her, letting her adjust to my size.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

I smile against her lips. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Eighteen

RINA

God, did it always feel this good? This soul touching, this fucking incredible, and I forgot? Because holy hell, it’s no wonder I got pregnant. It’s no wonder my eggs jumped right out of my ovaries as if they were screaming Take me as tribute! and fought for this man’s sperm.

Or have I just been celibate for a really long time?

“Jesus, Ree,” he growls as he drags his lips down my jawline to my ear. “Every bit of you is so fucking perfect.”

Tears spring to my eyes because I’ve been so nervous about this part. I know that I have loose skin and stretch marks on my stomach, and I’m not the young woman that I was when we first got married.

Pregnancy can decimate a body.

And he doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass.

My hands roam over every muscle, every warm stretch of skin, and I know that every inch that I touch is covered in ink.

I wish it wasn’t so dark in here so I could see it all. Now I’m wishing I’d joined them in the pool earlier so I could take everything in.

“Fuck,” he growls and pulls his hips back, then fists his dick and drags it up and down my slit, and I feel my eyes widen.

“Carson.”

“Yes, baby.”

“You’re—”

I reach between us and move my hand under his and gasp.

“You have a Jacob’s ladder?”

And how did I not notice that when he was pushing inside me? Is it because I was so overwhelmed by it being our first time again and too caught up in my head to notice the metal lining the bottom of his cock?

Probably.

Because there’s no mistaking this.

“There’s one for every year I lived without you,” he growls against my neck.