Epilogue #2
Her breath hitched as I pulled back just enough to smirk down at her. Her lips, swollen and pink, parted on a ragged exhale.
“You’re a hazard,” I murmured against her lips, sliding a hand down to her bare thigh and hitching it around my hip. “All these fucking pins. You’re lucky one didn’t take my eye out.”
She scoffed, but it turned into a moan as I bit at her earlobe. “Maybe I wanted to maim you.”
“Liar.” I hauled her up into my arms before she could protest, her other leg wrapping around me on instinct. She was light but warm, the heat of her already burning through my suit. “You like me fully functional.”
Her arms tightened around my neck as I carried her across the deck, the yacht swaying gently beneath us. The master suite was all dark wood and low light, the bed already turned down—planned, obviously, because I’d known damn well we’d end up here tonight.
“This your grand seduction plan?” she asked, giggling as I dropped her onto the mattress, her hair fanning out around her wildly against the sheets. “Manhandling me like cargo?”
I braced a knee between her thighs as I shrugged my jacket off, popped a few buttons of my dress shirt, and then leaned over her.
“Sweetheart,” I murmured, pushing her borrowed shirt up to her waist— of course she wasn’t wearing anything beneath this, God fucking dammit— and higher, over her breasts, forcing her arms up to peel it off her inch by inch.
“If I were treating you like cargo tonight, you’d be tied down. ”
Her breath caught. I grinned .
The sight of her sprawled out beneath me in nothing but the moonlight and the two lit sconces on the wall was enough to make my pulse roar in my ears. I dragged my fingers up her inner thigh, not quite reaching where she wanted me to, as the yacht swayed again.
“You’re overdressed,” she muttered, her nails scraping the front of my half-open shirt in protest.
“I know.” I caught her wrist, pinning it to the pillow above her head. “And you talk too much.”
She let out a weak little noise when I leaned down, my lips brushing the curve of her breast, close, so close. I wanted to make her writhe, wanted to make her squirm , wanted to make her fucking beg for once.
“ Matt— ”
I chuckled against her skin, nipping at the underside of her breast, just hard enough to make her hips jerk up into me. “We’ve been at this long enough for you to know how this goes, Sienna.”
She whined, her hips rising again, testing me, always fucking testing me. I gripped her hip with my free hand, pushing her back down into the mattress. “I know,” she hissed. “But I also know you hate losing.”
I dragged my tongue over her nipple, reveling in the curse that fell from her lips. “Then it’s a good thing I never do.”
Her laugh was cut short when I finally sucked her into my mouth, her back arching off the bed in surrender.
I kept her wrist locked tight in my grasp, but her other hand fisted the sheets as I took my time, slow and deliberate swipes of my tongue, the graze of my teeth, until she was twisting beneath me, her chest flushed, whimpered little sounds falling from her lips.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured against her skin, nipping at her collarbone as I made my way back up to her mouth.
“You know what I?—”
I caught her mouth in another bruising kiss before pulling back just an inch. “Then ask me properly .”
Her eyes darkened, frustrated and needy, as I slid back down her body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her ribs, her hips, my grip on her wrist loosening entirely. The salt air clung to her skin, mingling with the scent of her as I settled between her thighs.
Of course, she didn’t heed my request. She ignored it like she was made for testing my patience.
She gasped as I dragged my tongue up the expanse of her, slow and filthy, tasting the proof of just how much my touch affected her.
“Still so fucking stubborn,” I murmured against her, closing my lips around her.
Her legs tensed around my head, her back arching. “Matt?—”
“Mmm?” I flicked my tongue, relentless, drinking in every little twitch of her beneath me.
“I swear to God if you stop?—”
I laughed, low and rough against her, and did it again, slower this time, letting her feel every stroke before pulling back just enough for my breath to ghost across her skin. “You’ll what?”
Her fingers fisted in my hair, trying to push my mouth back to her. “I’ll shove you overboard.”
“ Try .” I kissed her inner thigh before dragging my lips back to her center. “I dare you.”
She didn’t. Just rocked against my mouth instead with a desperate little whimper that made my cock push painfully against my suit trousers. I could feel her trembling, her breath coming faster, her body tightening, but I knew her. This isn’t how she wanted to fall apart.
Right on cue, she pulled hard on my hair, yanking like she had a vendetta against me, pulling me back up to her mouth and crashing her lips to mine, tasting herself on my tongue.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, harsh and needy , her hips rolling up against me and grinding shamelessly, all that defiance dissolving away.
“Please,” she whimpered against my mouth, biting down on my lower lip hard enough to sting.
I groaned. Like I could ever fucking deny her when it wasn’t medically necessary.
I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way, shrugging it from my shoulders and letting it fall onto the sheets.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I murmured, popping my belt open, and then my slacks, moving hastily until there was nothing left between us.
I slid into her with one smooth thrust, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face as she clenched around me. She moaned, her chin tipping up, her head digging into the sheets beneath her as I pushed her thighs further up above her ribs. “Finally,” she moaned.
I wasn’t easy on her just because it was our wedding night.
I set a brutal pace, my hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises. The boat rocked beneath us, the rhythm only driving me deeper, harder. Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me closer, taking every bit that I gave her, moaning my name like I was somehow both her savior and her sinner.
“Say it,” I ground out, my voice raw, as I felt her body start to constrict again.
She laughed, breathless, her nails raking down my back. “Say what?”
“That I win .”
She arched into me, her breath hitching. “ Fuck you ,” she grinned.
I rolled my eyes, angling my hips just right for her, watching the way she shattered beneath me like the world was collapsing. I didn’t stop, couldn’t, dragged her through every second of it, chasing my own release as she gasped and cried beneath me, biting down on her hand to muffle another cry.
I pulled it away from her. “Kids aren’t here,” I reminded her, panting. “Let me hear you.”
The earth-shattering moan she gave me in answer had me falling apart, buried so deep inside of her I swear I saw stars. I kissed her, a stuttered groan spilling into her mouth, my cock twitching as I let go inside of her.
Still half-dazed, my kiss slowed, soft and still wanting, but she broke from it with a shaky breath.
“Fine,” she murmured, her brows creasing in the center. “You win.”
I laughed and pressed my lips to her chin, drinking in the way her eyelids fluttered. “Every time, sweetheart,” I grinned, pressing my hand into hers, our fingers interlocking, the warmth of her wedding rings pressed against my palm. “ Every time. ”
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