Only you can make me hard as steel and force me from my control.”
She whimpered.
She was so wet she couldn’t think straight.
“Greyson!”
He locked the handcuffs around her wrists again, trapping her beneath him. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this, kitten.”
Yeah, well, so was she.
As his body rested over hers, she felt the nudge of his erection as he slid through the wetness. That first slide into her was welcome and delicious. When Greyson buried himself to the base of his dick, she was so damn happy.
Emma couldn’t wait for the ride to begin. She wiggled her ass, trying to get him to take her.
“Oh, are you offering that up?” he whispered into her ear. Slowly, he slid out until he was free from her body.
“Greyson!”
He knew he was going to enjoy what was coming—Emma, not so much. She was going to be frustrated. Again, he nudged her, and then slid home, burying himself in her body.
She gasped at the invasion.
“Oh God!”
He didn’t move. “You were a naughty little kitten, and someone has to keep you on a very short leash.”
With that, he lifted her hips, placing her on her knees. Then he began driving into her in long strokes.
Emma whimpered.
Greyson knew why.
His kitten wasn’t getting any clit action. She was satisfying his needs and suffering.
“Grey! Please.”
Oh, he’d get her off, but when he was ready. This was about teaching her a lesson.
“No playing for other men. Am I clear?”
He was filling her to the point she couldn’t take any more of him. Emma was begging so much that her words sounded unfamiliar to even her.
He moved harder until there was the sound of his body slapping against hers.
Emma pleaded. “Please!”
“Tell me what I want to hear, kitten. You wanted to play this game, and I want to win.”
She knew it was going to be like this. Emma loved provoking that darkness in him. When Greyson was let off the civilized leash, the sex was hot.
Here was the proof.
“I.”
He slammed into her.
“Promise.”
Again, he drove his dick into her ass with enough force to shake the headboard.
“You.”
His fingers buried themselves in her hips as he rode her hard. He could feel his balls tighten, and he hoped for her sake she hurried up, or she wasn’t getting off. Greyson didn’t have much left in him.
“Only!”
He reached around as he rode her hard, pulling breathy gasps from her with each stroke. As soon as his fingers touched her incredibly swollen clit, she came.
Then so did he.
She shouted his name.
On his guttural moan, he emptied into her body. She drained him physically and emotionally. Greyson Croft was spent.
As he rested over her, the room spun in pleasure. Somehow, he managed to find the key and set his wife free. He rolled to his side, spooning his precious wife.
“Mmmmmm,” she said, not quite able to put a full sentence together.
He nuzzled her neck.
“I meant what I said.”
“Yes, Grey,” she finally got out.
When he pulled the blanket over them, she cuddled into his body. This was a perfect way to end the night. Big strong caveman lovin’ was at the top of her list.
“Emma?” he said, blowing some air across her neck. She shivered, and he knew she wasn’t asleep.
“Yeah, Grey?”
“Can we talk about something?”
Emma could tell he wanted to be serious. There was that tone in his voice.
This wasn’t going to be a laughing matter.
She turned to face him. They were face to face, staring into each other’s eyes. Emma had been right. Whenever her sexy caveman was worked up, the serene gray of his eyes went molten.
There was a storm brewing.
She could see it.
“What’s wrong, Grey?”
He didn’t know how to tell her this. In fact, he couldn’t believe he was going to say it himself, but he was.
“Just say it. You know we’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other. It destroys and erodes the marriage. We made a promise to each other.”
Yeah, he was aware.
Only, he definitely had
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