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Her husband. Her lover. Her everything.
Chloe became aware of the glaring truth in that moment. No matter what happened, her body would always be his to command, her heart his to hold.
He nudged her legs wider and clutched onto her thighs. Chloe sucked in a breath, knowing the pleasure only he could coax forth.
As his gaze snagged hers and held, she rested her palms on his shoulders and waited for that first delicious touch. He prolonged the moment and time seemed to stand still. Even in such a submissive position, Merrick still held power like none other. As he leaned forward and kissed her clit, they both groaned.
“No one will ever take you from me.”
She wanted to protest, to let him know she had a mind of her own and would do what she had to do to keep her sanity, but his lips rubbing back and forth over her labia stopped her assertions. She couldn’t think, couldn’t grab onto a single skittering thought. She stopped trying to think and concentrated on feeling.
Merrick used his mouth with an expert’s skill. His tongue dipped inside her heat, swirled around and came back out again.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmured.
He sat back and removed his hands from her thighs, then used his thumbs to open her. His eyes on her there always made her hyper-aware of her femininity. Merrick always seemed to take such pleasure in looking at her intimate flesh before he took a taste, as if enthralled by the shape and texture of her body.
“Why do you do that?”
He licked his lips and smiled. “Do what?”
Chloe’s cheeks filled with heat. She hadn’t meant to ask. “You always look at me there,” she explained. “It makes me nervous.”
“Because you’re beautiful,” he admitted, his tone rough with arousal. “Every inch is beauty to me. God is surely an artist because you, my pretty wife, are a work of art.”
Chloe’s heart swelled. His words made perfect sense because she felt the same about him.
As his head descended on her, she clutched more tightly onto his wide shoulders. She knew what to expect and she craved it. His hot breath touched her first. She moaned aloud, and he blew a draft of air over her clitoris. She widened her stance, which gave him better access. She thought she might’ve pleaded a little, but she couldn’t be certain. His tongue touched, ignited a fire inside that had burned white-hot for months.
He flicked over her swollen nether lips several times then sucked her clit into his mouth. She went wild, bucking against his face, aching so badly for his touch, his burning touch. He doubled his assault on her body and slid his middle finger deep inside her tight sheath. Her inner muscles squeezed him tight, as if loath to let him go. He growled. The deep timbre of his voice traveled over her clit and went straight to her womb. He lifted away, slid a second finger inside her pussy and pushed her to the very limit of control.
“Come for me. Let me feel you go up in flames, Chloe.”
She couldn’t speak, could barely keep her heart from leaping out of her chest. Merrick leaned in and licked once, twice, then pumped her fast and hard with his fingers. The last thread of her control snapped, and she flew over that invisible precipice that only Merrick could find.
He licked her flesh once more and cupped her mound in a gentle hold. “I’ve missed this pussy, baby. I’ve missed watching you go wild for my eyes alone.”
“I never went anywhere. You were the one who left me.”
He clenched his jaw and stood. His eyes held a wealth of questions. When he only left the tub and held out a hand for her, surprise shot through her. Merrick never let a subject drop so easily.
“Come,” he demanded, “the water’s getting cold and what I have planned should be done in a bed anyway.”
Chloe took his hand and let him help her out of the tub. She stood still while he dried her off, luxuriating in the attention. After he quickly towel-dried his own body, he bent at the knees and lifted her into his arms, startling a yelp out of her.
“It’s not that big a suite, Merrick. I can walk just fine.”
He stared down at her, his eyes glittering with arousal and just a hint of anger. “I want to hold my wife in my arms. Is that such a crime?”
Contrite, Chloe clasped her arms around his neck and held on. She’d been fighting him at every turn from the moment they’d landed. She’d agreed to this vacation. It wasn’t fair to act as if she were here against her will.
She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to his chest, enjoying the strength of his pecs. “Of course not,” she murmured. As Chloe relaxed against him, she could’ve sworn Merrick shuddered.
They were both wound much too tight. It’d be a miracle if they didn’t burn down the hotel with the heat of their passion.
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