Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Something wrong with the pancakes?” he asked.
“No.”
He scowled, finishing his pancakes in silence.
I gave up pretending to eat and set down my fork.
“I thought a picnic on the beach today would be nice.”
“Hmm,” was my noncommittal reply.
“Or perhaps a clam bake later. We could dig some at low tide.”
“I don’t like clams.”
“I can order some fresh lobster and shellfish to be delivered from the mainland, then. Grill them on an open fire on the beach.”
“If you would like.”
He pushed away his plate, pursing his lips.
“Would you like to try snorkeling today?”
I shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
He crossed his arms. “My wife seems petulant this morning.”
“Really.”
“I don’t like it. Nor do I like your tone or the pouting mouth.”
I knew I was acting like a child, but I didn’t care. He made me angry, and I wanted to do the same. Deliberately, I pushed out my bottom lip farther.
“Do that again, and I’ll bite it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, that would be an improvement.”
His eyes narrowed, and he spoke slowly. “Is there something you want, Evie?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. Tell me what you want.” His voice dropped. “You might get it.”
I slammed my hand on the table, my desire overtaking my fear. “You, Matteo! Dammit! I want you! I want you to make me yours—to make lo—”
He was on me before the last word left my mouth. Dishes flew off the table as he swept them aside, setting me on the solid wood surface.
“I thought you’d never break.” He growled. “I thought I was going to die of blue balls on my honeymoon.”
“I thought you didn’t want me,” I gasped.
He pushed my hand over his large erection. It pulsated under my touch. “Does this feel like I don’t want you, Evie? I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”
He kissed me. Hard. Wet. Greedy. His tongue claimed my mouth, robbing me of any more words. He gripped the material of my robe, tearing it from my body, and his mouth descended, licking and sucking at my breasts.
“You are so fucking beautiful. You were made for me.”
I cried his name when he cupped my pussy, his touch possessive. “This is mine now. You are mine.”
“Yes!”
“I’m going to fuck you, Evie. Then I’m going to take you to our room and do it again. I’m going to make you come so often, you won’t be able to stop. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember anything but me. Your body won’t ever want anyone else but me. Do you understand?”
I could only whimper.
He yanked off my underwear and stroked his fingers against me. “You’re wet, baby. So wet for me.” He slid one long finger inside, then a second. “So tight. Jesus, you’re going to feel amazing wrapped around my cock.”
I arched against him, lost to his dirty words and domineering touch. He was like a python, ready to strike, hovering over me, eyes hooded and dark. He played me like a violin, his fingers knowing exactly where to touch me, how to draw out my pleasure. His mouth covered mine as my first orgasm blossomed, taking over my entire body.
“My name, Evie. Scream my name.”
It echoed in the room.
He ran his open mouth down my torso, teasing my stomach with his lips. He stood, tugging me up. I leaned against his chest, trying to catch my breath. A small part of me thought I should be afraid of his passion and dominance. But the rest of me ignored that little voice. Sex as I knew it before Matteo was nothing like this. It never would be again.
He lifted my chin, his lips at my ear. “I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.” He lowered his voice. “Look at me, my wife.”
I opened my eyes, taking him in. He was naked, his skin golden and taut in the light. His cock was rigid, long, hard, and weeping for me. I leaned back, Matteo following me, his mouth demanding on mine. He surged forward, burying himself inside. I clasped his shoulders as he moved, my fingernails digging into his skin. The table creaked under his dominance, the legs scraping against the floor. He gripped the edge of the wood, pressing me into the hard surface. He slammed into me powerfully, never faltering as I exploded around him. I had never experienced sensations like this. Never felt orgasms so powerful I thought my body would tear apart at the intensity of the act. He rode it out, sweat dripping, our bodies sliding on the wood, then his head dropped to my neck, his body shuddering, and he finally stilled.
“Evie,” he moaned, his breath hot on my skin.
I wrapped my arms around him, lost to everything he was. His heat, his strength, his lust. I would take it all for him.
He lifted his head, running his fingers over my mouth. “You’re mine now.”