That’s exactly what I need. Something dark and satisfying to prove to my wife that she is and always will be the only woman worthy of my attention. Tugging her behind me, I feel every ounce of blood rushing to my cock.
I can’t think rationally right now. I need to have her skin against mine, hear her soft moans, and stare into her eyes as she crumbles into a million pieces in my arms.
Taking a left, I head down a dark hallway. I’m crazed and hungry with need for this woman. If I don’t find a room soon, I might just fuck her against the wall where anyone could walk by and see us.
“What about the fundraiser?” Elena questions in a hushed whisper.
Spotting a door ahead, I trudge forward and grab the knob hard enough to break it off.
“Fuck the fundraiser. All I want is to be inside you,” I hiss through my teeth, shoving the door open. I practically drag Elena across the threshold. As soon as we’re both inside, I slam the door shut.
It’s dark, but my eyes start to adjust almost immediately.
“Is it wrong that I’m turned on?” Elena says softly.
“Fuck, no,” I growl and pounce like a mountain lion on her.
My lips find hers in the darkness, and I kiss her ferociously, devouring her mouth like it’s the last taste of her I’ll ever get. Chocolate and sin, that’s what she tastes like.
Not so gently, I shove her back against the wall, sending something clattering to the floor. Neither of us seems to care what we’ve knocked over in our haste to get our bodies closer. Elena tugs at my shirt while I tangle one hand in her hair and slide the other beneath her dress.
“Fuck me, Julian,” Elena pants, her nails digging into my skin.
The small pinpricks of pain zing straight to my cock, and I tighten my hold on her hair. A throaty moan escapes her lips, and I can’t help but smile. Tilting her head to the side, I ravage her throat, collarbone, and chest, wanting, needing to mark her.
My other hand continues to move slowly beneath her dress, and over her thigh. She spreads her legs ever so slightly to accommodate my hand.
“You want me, baby?” I purr against her earlobe.
“Yes, yes, I want you,” she moans and spreads her legs a little wider.
As badly as I want to draw this out, I know I’m only making us both ache by waiting. Moving closer to her center, I find nothing more than a thin strip of fabric protecting her shaved pussy from my hand.
Fuck! A jolt of possessiveness rips through me, and I can’t stop myself from reacting. Mine. Elena is mine, and I’m going to prove it to her, prove it to everyone. She won’t ever second-guess my love for her. Not after tonight.
I release her hair and pull my hand back from beneath her dress. Before she can even whimper, I twist her around, press her against the wall, and grab her by the nape of the neck, tilting her head backward as I grind my hardened cock against her ass. I need her to know how badly I want her. How badly I need her.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast,” I growl into her shoulder. “I need to be inside you right now, or I might fucking die.”
“Mmm, yes…give me your worst, Mr. Moretti.”
Her low, seductive voice rips away the last strands of my restraint, and I unbuckle my belt and shove my pants down in one single motion. For one brief second, everything that terrifies me fades to black. There is nothing more than Elena and me in this moment.
Grabbing the slit of her dress, I damn near rip the fabric in my haste to get it out of the way. My fingers dive between her legs, and I tug at the single strip of fabric, snapping it like a rubber band.
“Hey!” Elena squeals, but that sound dissipates in an instant as I bring my fingers to her cunt and sink two digits inside her warm channel. I smile like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. Elena’s not only wet for me, but she’s dripping like a leaky fucking faucet.
Pumping my fingers inside of her a few times, I continue to hold her by the nape of her neck, maintaining control in every aspect of the situation.
“Oh God…” Her supple thighs start to tremble, and her arousal drips down my hand. She’s close, so fucking close, but when she goes off, it’ll be with my cock inside of her so I can feel each clench of her tight womb.
“Close, but no…” I chuckle into her ear.
Her insides start to tighten, and I pull my fingers out, grabbing her by the hip to maneuver her to the perfect angle to take my cock.
Staring down at the space between our bodies, I guide the tip of my cock to her warm, wet entrance and slowly sink inside her, dragging out every second, soaking it in, relishing in it. As soon as my pelvis presses against her ass, I lose it.
It’s like something has broken inside me.
Holding her in place, I use her body like only I can. Exactly how I know she likes it. Branding her with my touch, I fuck her against the wall, her pants and moans are pure music to my ears, and a shiver zings down my spine at the sounds she expels.
Slaps and heavy breathing fill the air, along with the smell of sex.
Elena surrounds me, her sweet scent embedded in my nostrils, her taste on my tongue.
“I’m close…” she croaks. “So close…”
“Come for me, baby, soak my cock with your release. Fall apart. I want to feel your tight cunt refusing to let me go.” I nip at her earlobe, knowing the smallest bit of pain will send my minx right over the edge.
She likes her pleasure dipped into a little pain.
Like a star transforming right before my eyes, her muscles start to spasm, and she lets out the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. It’s a cross between a moan and a grunt, and it makes me fuck her faster and harder, my body pushing through hers, owning her release, forcing her to feel me through every ripple of pleasure.
We are pleasure and pain. Giving and taking from each other. Beads of sweat form against my brow as I plow into her repeatedly. I never want this moment to end, but when my entire body starts to tighten like a bow strung too tight, I know the end is inevitable.
Holding her with bruising force, I push into her one last time, sinking myself as deep as I can go. I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck as I release my load inside her, filling her with my seed, making the warmth in my chest expand outward.
Mine.
We remain like this until my cock starts to soften, and then I ease out of her, but I don’t move away. I drop her dress back down into place and turn her around so I can see her face. Tugging my pants up, I put everything back into place.
Our gazes clash like waves against sharp, jagged peaks. Green orbs that see the world with such innocence and beauty. I can’t help myself. I dip in for another kiss, taking her mouth with a possessive need even though I just claimed her with my seed.
I cannot get enough of her. The lengths I would go to protect her. To ensure she is always safe and happy, they make my head spin. I’d kill, destroy, and murder anyone I had to. I’d burn every bridge, break every rule.
She breaks the kiss a short while later, and the window above our heads lets in a sliver of moonlight, making it possible for me to see that she is a little shy over what we’ve just done.
“That was…”
“Unexpected,” Elena whispers, a small smile tugging on her lips.
“Very much so. I didn’t think you would actually go through with it. It seems I’ve turned my wife into a dirty girl.”
“You didn’t turn me into anything. You just helped show me the way.” She giggles softly, and I smile.
“As badly as I want to stay in here with you all night, showing you just how much you, and you alone, matter to me, I think we should get back to the fundraiser.”
“I need to use the restroom first and freshen up a bit. I’m a little sweaty, and in case you forgot, you ripped my thong.” Her button nose wrinkles in distaste.
“You liked it.” I grab her hand in mine and turn and open the door with a smile. “We’ll stop at the restroom on the way back to the table though. However, you better keep that sticky release inside you. I’ve marked you, and you’re mine.” I can’t help that the words come out as a growl. Popping my head out into the hallway, I find it empty.
I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, but I don’t want anyone looking at Elena like she is less than perfect. I’d have to murder them.
“I would never do such a thing,” Elena whispers behind me as we walk down the dark hallway before turning down another.
“Of course not. I know you like my scent on your skin and my seed in your womb.”
We reach the restrooms, and I release her hand to let her go inside and clean up. She walks in with a sedated look in her eyes while I lean against the exterior wall, waiting like a gentleman beside the door.
My mind drifts as I wait… Like always, she gets me, she knows what I need. She feeds the monster inside me, giving me just enough darkness to feed the beast. Best of all, she still loves me even after seeing all those ugly pieces, and that makes her one of a kind to me.