Chapter 29
I s she out of her fucking mind?
“I’m going to prove to you just how much I want you, wife, and you’re going to take everything I give you, got it?” I snarl, ripping my mouth from hers.
“Logan, seriously. There’s no need to go out of your way to reassure me.” She tries to brush me off, shaking her head to clear the dazed look and getting up.
“If you think for one second I’m doing anything short of what I want to do, you’re sorely mistaken, Abigail. You are my wife, and I want you with every fibre of my being. I wake up thinking about you, I go to bed dreaming about you, wondering when you’ll allow me to hold you, to touch you, to worship you,” I rasp as I stalk towards her, watching her eyes widen. She stumbles back until she collides with the wall.
Her breath hitches, eyes locked on mine, her body tense yet expectant as the distance closes between us. I place my hands on the wall, caging her in with the presence of my body just inches away from hers. The intensity in my gaze doesn't falter as I lean in, my voice a low murmur only she can hear.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me show you just how perfect you are for me or am I going to have to make you behave, huh?”
A whimper is her only response, so with a smirk, I let go of her throat before dropping to my knees in front of her.
Locking gazes with her, I push her top up to expose her lower stomach. Pressing open-mouth kisses just above the waistband of her jeans, I wait until I have her panting and trying to thrust her hips closer to me, before I undo the button and zipper with my teeth.
“Please, Lo. I’ll be so fucking good,” she begs as I teasingly lower her jeans, kissing every inch of exposed skin but purposely ignoring her most intimate areas. Quirking my eyebrow at that declaration, I leave her jeans around her ankles, stand up, spin her around, and grab a fistful of her hair to encourage her to bend over.
“Good girls don’t doubt their husbands' desire for them.” Spank. “Good girls definitely don’t try to leave the room.” Spank. “And they certainly don’t imply it’s a chore to worship them.” Spank.
After the third spank to her ass, I can’t help but drop back to my knees behind her. With a bite to each cheek, I pull her cheeks apart to expose her dripping desire. Peeling her underwear down so it’s just below her ass, acting as a shelf to present it to me, I hold her open and watch as she clenches on nothing, listening to her cries for more.
“You gonna be my good slut, huh, wife? Or do I need to fuck you into submission and leave you wanting more?” I growl before plunging two fingers into her, at the same time burying my tongue in her.
“Please, I’ll be such a good slut. I’ll do anything you want. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to doubt you. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Each of her moans act as fuel to the fire raging inside me. With a final bite to her ass, I rid her of her underwear and jeans, helping her kick off her heels before standing up and hoisting her up into my arms. Trapped between me and the wall, exactly where I want her.
“Anything I want? What I want is for you to believe me when I say you are perfect. Last night was perfect. And I had planned to take it easy on you today, however, you need to be shown who you belong to. I’d hold on if I were you,” I growl as I reach between us to free my arousal before slamming home with a groan.
She feels so good it should be illegal.
As she digs her nails into my neck, she whimpers, “More. Harder. I can take it, please.”
Her words snap what little control I had left, and with a snarl, I slam one hand into the wall above her head and use the other to support her as I drive myself home again and again at a speed that has her climaxing around me in seconds, and the tight clench of her desire has me spilling inside her with a shout.
Resting my forehead against hers as my racing heart slows down, I vow, “I’ll spend every day proving just how much I want you if that’s what it takes, Abigail.”
“If that’s meant to be a threat, I hate to break it to you but I don’t feel very threatened.” She laughs before pulling back to look at me, with a frown marring her pretty features as she asks, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, why do you call me that?”
“Your name?”
“Yeah, everyone else calls me Abbie.”
“That shit is too common for someone as special as you.” Watching as a blush takes over her features, I smirk before reluctantly withdrawing from her so I can set her on her feet again. With a kiss to her forehead, I use my shirt to wipe her clean before leading her upstairs and into my room. Like hell am I going to sleep without her by my side anymore.