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your pussy, but how you‟re ever going to be able to keep me out of it. You

make me damn hot, so expect that meals will sometimes get cold before

you‟ll eat them, that your showers won‟t be solo, that you may not often get

a full night‟s sleep. I love you swollen and wet and ready, and I plan to keep

you that way.”

Every word out of his mouth melted her into a worthless puddle. When

men had talked to her like that in the past, she‟d felt sleazy. But something

about Luc and the way he whispered to her, almost reverent and amazed,

made her feel both needed and special.

As Luc continued to drag his cock through her sensitive channel, blood

heated her skin, rushed to her clit. Sensation flooded her as he drew back

with stunning friction. She mewled as he pushed back into her so slowly,

she dug her nails into his back, tried to push her heels into his ass. He

refused to be rushed. In fact, he refused to allow her any say at all.

“Bad girl,” he muttered thickly in her ear. “Impatience will only earn you

a slower fucking.”

Before her scrambled brain could regroup so that she could figure out

what he meant, Luc withdrew and turned her over. Then plunged in deep

again, his strokes maddeningly unhurried and torturous.

“Please. Faster.”

Luc leaned over her back and kissed the side of her jaw, the back of

her neck. “What do you want faster?”

God, he was going to make her say it. They‟d played this game their

first night together, months ago. She‟d resisted, and he‟d wrung every

begging admission from her eventually, then fulfilled a dozen fantasies.

That he might do the same now made her blood thicken like lava in her

veins.

Alyssa clenched her jaw to hold the words in, but his unhurried strokes

were undoing her. Then he added his fingers to her clit and toyed with the

distended button.

“Tell me what I want to hear, and you know I‟ll give you what you

want.”

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Yes, he would, but he‟d also take so much power from her. She‟d

already handed him her heart. This . . . would be a sign that she‟d

surrendered the last of her independence. Her soul.

His fingertips dragged over the exposed head of her clit, and she

gasped. He nipped in her ear. “I could do this all morning. You‟re so wet,

and I love to keep you on edge. You swell and swell, gripping me so tight . .

.
Mmm
.”

Pleasure ripped through her body. Her stomach clenched. The

pressure built until it burned and tightened, like hot clamps squeezing at

her resistance.

Another dragging withdrawal, another sheet-fisting glide back inside

until he bumped her most sensitive spot and pressed. She couldn‟t breathe.

Dizziness encroached. Luc fingered her needy little bud again.

“Luc!” The demanding shout was more like a sob.

“That‟s it, sugar. Yeah. Keep tightening on me.” He clutched her

shoulder and used it as leverage as he continued to saw in and out of her

body at a molasses pace that made her insane. “Tell me what you want. I

can‟t give it to you until you do.”

He was playing her, daring her. Giving in went against her grain . . .

but Luc had become so effective at strumming her body for his pleasure.

The staggering ache kept crashing in on her until she had no more

defenses.

She sobbed again. “Please . . .”

“Tell me. Open that pretty mouth and tell me what you want.”

“Faster! Fuck me faster!”

Still he hesitated, his hot, heavy breaths on the back of her neck

making her tremble. “Faster? If I do that, what will you do for me?”

He wanted something, and Alyssa had no idea what. If she‟d been in

her right mind, she would have refused. Who promised something before

knowing what it was?

But Alyssa was in no frame of mind to bargain.

“Anything,” she gasped, trying to push back on his cock.

Luc clutched her, preventing any movement. “Just anything?”

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The pleasure was coalescing inside her, turning thick and sharp and

tight. The slightest movement . . . She needed it. Now. Her mind was about

to snap, her body already his slave.

“Anything.”

“What if I want everything?” he growled.

Alyssa couldn‟t find her breath, so she gave him a shaky nod.

“Say the words, my little wife.” His fingers retreated, tracing the soft

pad of flesh above her pussy, denying her that one touch to her clit that

would send her into the stratosphere.

God, she had nothing left to fight him with, no way to keep even an

ounce of herself hidden. She arched to him, and he slid a bit deeper inside

her. And still it wasn‟t enough.

“Everything!” Her cry resonated in her ears.

Like a predator sensing blood, Luc moved in for the kill. “Absolutely

everything?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, God, yes!”

“That‟s exactly what I‟ll take,” he vowed in a snarl, then pounded into

her with deep, merciless strokes, fast enough to multiply the friction and still

slow enough to savor the mountain of pleasure burying her.

He pressed slick fingers onto her clit again and rubbed in tiny circles.

Her blood boiled over, her sanity snapped, and the pleasure burst through

her, seemingly bigger than her whole body. It rewrote the definition of

amazing sex, became the stick by which she measured encounters with

every other man. They all came up woefully short. And still the ecstasy kept

piling on top of her, a raging deluge she gladly drowned in.

She‟d barely caught her breath and remembered her own name when

Luc struck again, this time circulating his slick fingers around the rosette of

her back entrance.

Oh, God. He wasn‟t just trying to tear away her defenses; he was

trying to destroy her. “No.”

“You said everything,” he reminded, his fingers, wet with lubrication

still circling the small hole.

“It‟s too much.” Alyssa heard the pleading note in her voice and no

longer cared.

“Did I hurt you last time, on our first night?”

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He knew better. As often as she‟d come for him, he
must
know. But

like everything else tonight, he wanted her admission.

“No.”

He pressed two fingers deep, his tongue laving her shoulder. “I‟m

going to make it good, sugar. So good.”

Of that, she had no doubt.

Alyssa gasped as his fingers went deep, deeper, as his cock stroked in

and out of her pussy, bringing back to life nerve endings she‟d been certain

were overwrought and dead. They didn‟t just flicker, but flared, leapt, raced,

throbbed.

She was still trying to adjust to the change when he withdrew from her,

then angled his body higher over hers. He began pressing his cock into her

small back entrance. The stretching bordered pain, and she hissed at the

riot of needs flaring to life again as he shoved past her resistance, then

pushed in a seemingly endless tunnel inside her until his body pressed

completely against her back and she swore she could feel him everywhere.

“Fuck, yes!” He clutched her shoulders, traced her waist with his

palms, then grabbed her hips in a brutal, desperate grip. “Rub your clit.

This is going to be hard and fast.”

Small mercy after all this time, and she should probably tell him she

wasn‟t following his directives. She‟d rub her clit if she wanted to and not

before. But he‟d already made her itchy, edgy, needy.

As soon as she touched herself, Luc set a pounding pace that stole

her breath. In seconds, he overwhelmed her. Sensations she hadn‟t felt in

months, wrought by the awakening of greedy nerves and a jacked-up

libido, demanded more. She touched herself, dragged up higher and higher

by his ferocious strokes into the deepest recesses of her body, igniting the

darkest of her fantasies where Luc took her exactly as he wanted, for as

long as he wanted, making her climax for him at will.

As he pinched her nipple and tunneled back into the tight channel, he

panted at the back of her neck, “Come!”

Her world exploded like a supernova again. Tears of relief and release

burst forth. Luc had devastated her, scraped her raw. And still, he kept at

her, thick and hard and demanding as tears streamed down her cheeks,

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until she possessed no more buffers between her husband and her

battered heart.

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T
HE Sunday following their wedding, Alyssa leaned against the

doorjamb of the master bedroom and watched Luc pack the last of his

suitcase. She‟d lived alone for a decade or more. Solitude had always been

a comfort. Luc had moved into her house the day after their wedding. It was

logical, given that, between his upcoming TV show and his appearances,

he‟d be traveling, while she was tied to Lafayette by the club and the

restaurant. But him
living
in her personal space, her making room in her

closet, bathroom, and drawers, all seemed weird. He was neater than her.

And he ironed, which was a big bonus. But for the first few days, she‟d felt

invaded—home, body, and heart.

Now, watching him prepare to leave, Alyssa had to swallow down

sadness. She was going to miss Luc, probably more than she should.

She‟d grown accustomed to seeing him in Bonheur‟s kitchens, watching

over her during Sexy Sirens‟ wee hours. Two days ago, his publicist had

released the news of their wedding. Since then, Luc had whisked her to her

car each night, tightly holding her against his side. She‟d gotten used to

him fixing her a light snack before bed, his comforting presence beside her

as she slept, inevitably waking to his delicious, addicting touch and the way

he kept her on orgasm overload.

All that would be gone for the next two weeks. Of course it wasn‟t the

end of the world, but somehow being away from him made her jittery and

anxious.

“I‟ll call you when I get in,” he promised.

“Thanks.”

“You‟re feeling okay today?”

Alyssa nodded. “A little tired, but that‟s normal.”

“Don‟t work too hard. Sadie‟s watching you for me.”

“She‟s a tattletale.” She crossed her arms over her chest in a mock

pout.

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“Which is why I chose her to keep me informed.” Luc zipped up his

suitcase and set it on the floor. “I‟ll be back to spend Thanksgiving week

with you and go to your doctor appointment the following week.”

The first meeting with her obstetrician. The first time to hear her baby‟s

heartbeat. “I appreciate you being here for me to lean on.”

He crossed the room and took her face in his hands. Determined dark

eyes bored into her. “I wouldn‟t have it any other way.”

God, when he spoke to her, in that voice, with that concern on his

face, he absolutely melted her. He must know that.

“Before I go, I have something for you.”

She stared, all frowns and confusion as he turned away and pulled

something out from behind his briefcase, which leaned against the wall. It

was a box roughly the size of a loaf of bread, wrapped in thick foil paper

that shimmered with small silver scallops. An elegant white bow topped the

gift.

Luc handed it to her. “It‟s a belated wedding gift.”

“A gift? You didn‟t have to—”

“But I wanted to.”

Swallowing down a lump of emotion, she removed the bow and tore

through the wrapping paper to reveal a plain brown box. After wrestling with

the cardboard, she pulled out the contents and gasped. Inside was a

picture frame in the shape of two silver rings entwined. On the left, a picture

of her in her wedding dress. On the right, a picture of their wedding kiss. In

the middle, where the two rings overlapped, he‟d had their first names and

their wedding date engraved.

“It‟s gorgeous!”

She almost choked on a mixture of gratitude and love. Their marriage

wasn‟t perfect. They were still getting to know each other. But Luc was

trying. She was still holding back. Then again, sometimes she caught him

staring at her, sometimes he thought too long before he answered her, and

she sensed that maybe he was too . . .

“You like it?”

Tears threatened, and she tried to blink them away. “I
love
it. Thank

you.”

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Luc took it from her hands. “I thought maybe you could put it here, on

the dresser.” He set it on the long, rectangular piece on the wall opposite

the bed. “That way, while I‟m gone, you could look at it.”

And think of me
. He didn‟t say the words, but Alyssa heard them. Why

would he ask unless he cared, at least a little? How could she refuse him?

“That‟s perfect,” she murmured, making her way to his side and

wrapping her hand around the steely strength of his biceps.

He turned her into his arms. Softly, he kissed her mouth, and like

every other time Luc touched her, she found her will dissolving. He made

her warm and weak, enthralled her completely.

With a grunt of frustration, he pulled away. “If I do any more of that, I

won‟t make my flight. I can just see me trying to explain that I missed the