Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 145

"I married one demanding lady," he whispers, amused lust in his tone. I can only moan in reply.

This spot is private enough, near the back of the ship. There aren't many crew around, and they're mostly up in navigation, but you never know.

Anyone could see us, but I don't care. I'm too close to the edge.

Sighing, I throw my head back against his shoulder, my body tight in his arms as he brings me to the brink with practiced ease, plucking all my strings.

"Bite down on this hand when you come," he whispers, pushing the meat of his palm against my mouth.

That's it.

Undone.

I come so hard the night becomes streaks of gold and flicking shadows.

I lose myself to his embrace and the deep storming curses he breathes into my ear.

I melt into him the same way I always will, like the world itself folds into just us, two beating hearts given over to our own special madness.

I love how he's coming apart, too.

His breath turns sharp and ragged as his fingers pump inside me, rubbing me down from my high with demanding need.

"Do you like it, hubby?" I gasp. "Seeing me like this?"

"Yeah. Just not as much as I like you mounted on my cock." His voice is corrupted with desire, the roughness driving me into a deeper frenzy.

I barely see the passing water, even when my vision clears, or the dark shadows of the silhouetted trees on the far shore as the city fades into the distance.

It doesn't matter. All I need is him.

And the hunger in my veins builds until I can't stand it, turning to face him.

"Not here," I plead. "We're already risking so much in the open, why press our luck?"

For a second, I think he'll push me back against the railing and take me anyway.

But in one smooth movement, he relents, throwing me over his shoulder.

I wrap my legs around him, and each step, each strike of friction, sends more pleasure shooting through me. At this rate, I might come again before he's in me.

"Be glad you married a jealous man. Only reason I didn't take you back here was the thought of anyone else feasting their eyes on my wife on our honeymoon."

"The least I deserve on my wedding night, right?"

"No argument." His lips curl against my skin as he nips my flesh. Finally, we reach our cabin and the large double bed that's waiting.

Rose petals cover the sheets in a messy heart shape that's swiftly broken by Patton tumbling me down across them.

I'm about to complain when he lowers his body over mine and kisses me again.

This is so familiar, but so deliciously new.

I fight his pants off, and he hurries to help, tossing aside the belt, shoving down his bottoms until he's free, angry and pulsing and pressed against my entrance.

"Can you take it, good girl? Can you take all of your husband's cock tonight?" he asks sweetly.

And it hits me. He asked a slightly different question the night we met. I was younger and drunk, but I'd been so sure I could.

Now, I'm unshakeable.

"Fill me," I whisper, and he smiles.

His blue eyes never leave mine as he slides inside me, one slow inch at a time.

Filling me.

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