The Imperfect Marriage (The Davenports #2)

by L. Steele

Dear good girl, Why are you blushing? He’s only a 6" 3" tatted silver fox with icy blue eyes who growls: "my wife"

You can plan all you want, but when you least expect it, something happens that teaches you, things were never within your control.

You claim her, and keep her, and worship her, and take care of her, so she never wants for anything. It also means, you protect her with everything you have.

Fighting a known enemy seemed more manageable than fighting the unseen devils haunting my family life.”

Her pupils dilate. Does she realize how responsive she is to the possessiveness in my tone?

Her breathing is ragged. I know she’s turned on. I know, if I asked her to get on her knees and open her mouth so I could use it for my pleasure, she’d do it.

Her downcast eyes indicate she's a natural sub, and the way she hurries to obey me confirms my theory. I can teach her. I can please her. I can control her orgasms. I can take her to the edge over and over again, so when she climaxes, it will be the kind of pleasure she’ll never know again with anyone else. I know... Exactly what it will take to have her screaming my name. Mine.

I am not letting her go. I’ll do everything in my power to bind her to me. Fuck the age gap. Fuck the forbidden nature of our relationship. I need her. I want her. I...

Ohmigod. Ohmigod. He’s carrying me over his shoulder in front of everyone. Like he’s some neanderthal and I’m the woman he’s dragging to his cave.

"And if I die, suffocated by your thighs and with your pussy juice on my face, then I can’t think of a better way of going."

“I guarantee, with the edging I plan to do, when you finally come, it will be with an intensity that’s going to blow your mind and leave your cunt begging for more. It'll be the kind of pain you’ve never felt before, and the kind of pleasure that’ll leave you flushed with endorphins for days.”