“Do you still love her?” she whispered, voice low and unfaltering.

Honesty. It was the only way I could answer her question. “I don’t know how to answer that because I don’t know how I feel for Zara right now. I’m not ready to peel all the hate and anger away and check if there is some love left in there.”

In truth, I was scared to see what lay in there. What I had with Zara, before it went to the shitters, was precious; one of a kind, special. Of all the women, she was the only one who caught my eye and, even years after her, no one came close because I didn’t let anyone get a glimpse of the man inside; until Stella.

She and I were far from in love, but when it boiled down to having her in my arms as I surged into her heat, I felt that jolted connection. I suppose this was why I became focused on her and didn’t want her associated with any other man, especially with Clive Barrington. She deserved far more than what that man could offer.

I realized that it had been quite some time since Stella had said a word. When I did lift my arm off my eyes and twisted my head to the side to check on her, she had her back to me.

The sheet draped on her form, riding low on the back, and was just an inch above her nicely shaped arse.

Since I was dwelling on my thoughts and far too engrossed in rehashing the past, I felt bad somehow. Maybe this was her way of letting me think in peace. I was almost sure. Stella was that considerate at times.

Before I knew it, my hand reached out and caressed her back. “Callum,” she moaned my name, reacting to my advances.

I took her rough earlier and I wasn’t going to be such an animal twice in one night. My cock was fevered for her, but I knew a measured fucking wouldn’t do. My need went far and beyond that. It wanted the roughness. The possessed dominant within me needed to seize everything in her, crush her nice, tight pussy and orgasm inside her wetted walls.

Yeah, taking her after what I had just confessed wasn’t the wisest of ideas.

“Let me hold you tonight,” I whispered, reaching out and pulling her warm, naked body against mine, spooning. My hand brushed her hair to the side so I’d have access to her neck, my favorite spot. “Dream well.” I kissed her neck once more before I fell asleep, feeling at ease again.

A trickle—slow and nerve tingling— made its way downwards on my shaft and jolted me awake.

A deep, guttural groan matched my fevered cock, desperate for one thing, for Stella to keep going. When she noticed that she had woken me up, she moaned sexily as she sucked harder. The sound vibrated from the tip all the way through my shaft, making it more sensitive.

She was on my side, leaning over to get better leverage and more access. Stella looked like she was having the time of her life, but as much as I wanted her to go on, the need to be inside her was dominating everything.

“Slide down on me.” My hand skimmed the curve of her bottom, sliding further into her slit. My middle finger hovered above her hole, circling it to gather her silken juices before I teased her sweet button. “Stella, I beg you,” I grunted out, sounding beyond desperate. “I need you, darling.”

She might’ve sensed my despair because she was instantly on her knees, placing each on the side of my hips. Stella then lowered herself on my cock, the tip pressing against her opening. She was biting her lip as she started to rock her hips in slow agonizing circles, teasing us both into oblivion.

“God, you feel amazing, Cal.”

Just when I thought she’d had enough, Stella proved me wrong. I howled in frustration when she shifted and sat on my hardness, hands everywhere as her lips directly went to bite on my left nipple.

“Bloody hell! Be gentle.” She bit it so hard, I almost thought she took the tiny skin off me. Okay, I was hard still, but fuck… no one dared messed with me this way.

“Be gentle, Mister Kensington?” she purred, her tongue sticking out as it tried to soothe the injured nipple by licking it back to health.

Dear God, what had I done? This woman was beyond sexy… her sexual confidence was the hottest thing. Her transformation, completely astonishing.

She was gliding up and done my shaft, making sure her clit was grounded hard on it. Stella had a cat-like smile as her face hovered above mine. “Earlier, I noticed something different,” she started, thoughtful. “You took me… really rough.” Tongue sticking out to wet her lips, suggestively teasing me. My eyes were hypnotized, taking her in. “It was the kind where a woman should feel like she’s being robbed of her dignity. Her virtues. Morals.” She pressed her breasts against my chest, lips on my left ear, breathing hard on it. “I liked that animal in you.”

I barely had time to register anything because the nymph bit into my neck, driving me mad—madly aroused and ready to fuck the living hell out of her, but at the same time, I wanted to see how long she could hold out. Stella excited me… amongst other things.

My eyes shut closed when I felt my cock graze her entrance. She was still relentlessly rocking upside down. “Can he come out and play, Mr. Kensington?” she rasped out. “I promise, I’ll be good. So good that I’ll let you do anything.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for that, Stella,” I argued, even though my mind ran amuck with images of all the things I wanted to try on her, in her.

She raised her brow, not paying attention to what I’d just warned her about. “I think my pussy can take what you can dish out, Callum. You shouldn’t underestimate me.”

In a heartbeat, I had her on her stomach before I slid off the bed in haste. Stella barely had the time to protest when my hands clamped on her ankles and dragged her to the end of the bed as her body easily slid down to my demands. I had her upper body on the bed, feet on the floor. Her pert arse called upon me, so I gave it a few teasing smacks before I grabbed my dick and slapped each cheek with it.

My blood thrummed in anticipation.

There was nothing that could keep me from taking what was mine—this—her supple body was mine to do with as I wished. Spreading her firm arse apart, I sandwiched my throbbing shaft in between and then pressed it tight together and started fucking her that way. It was a delirious intent, an indication for what was to come.

“Didn’t anyone tell you to be careful for what you wish for, darling?” I gritted out. Stella was panting hard. So I placed both of her hands on her butt. “Keep them together.” My lips pressed against the base of her spine, trailing upwards with soft kisses as my cock kept up its rocking motion. She felt marvelous. Beautiful. Magnificent. My teeth grazed her ear lobe, biting into it before I gently sucked on it. “We’ve only just begun.”

My hand twisted her head so her cheek was pressed on the mattress. With my thumb against her soft cheek, I placed my middle finger against her lips. “Suck on my finger,” I urged, avidly aroused at the sight of her lips parting and doing as I asked without complaint. The tip of her tongue stroked the pad, sucking it as she’d done my dick minutes ago. It was highly erotic. She was carnally vulgar and I thrived on it. “I love seeing you shameless, Stella,” I hissed, rocking her in between her ass. “You want me and you’re not afraid to show it.”

“I’ve always wanted you,” she moaned around my finger. “Always,” she repeated.

Fuck. The thought of her lusting after me for years brought me to the hilt, unleashing what little restraint I had left into the ether. She might have dated a lot of men, but I was the only one who got to feel her this way.

I was the only one to possess her like no other man could. She brought out the territorial side of me and I didn’t want to share her; not one little bit. It was selfish, but I wanted her for myself. All mine to have. Just mine.

Callum’s woman, my partner—my wife.

Zealous and carnal, I rammed into her pussy, grunting at how hot and wet… and dammit, she was excruciatingly tight, but what got me more maniacal was how deep I was into her core.

She yelped a cry when my cock kept pushing into her closed walls, pressuring it to give way because there was no way I was backing down from a request. “Is this what you wanted, Stella? Pain and pleasure?”

“Yes, my love. Don’t stop.”

My love. Should I be worried? I’m sure she was merely as delirious as I was. After all, this was all sex, right? Pausing, I drew my dick out and flipped her like she weighed nothing onto her back. I then took hold of her calves and slowly lifted them up until they hit the sides of her face. “Hold them and don’t let go until I’m coming all over your sweet pussy.”

Stella only moaned in response.

Her cunt was exposed this way just as I liked it. When fucking her tight walls, I aimed to go deeper. The feel of her body giving way as I demanded more entrance was one of my weaknesses.

There was nothing more arousing than knowing the woman you’re with was in pain and partially pleasured, yet took it all like a pro because she wanted you to have whatever you wished for. Now that was a woman I could live with for a long time.

An admirable trait, though I never asked for it. Stella freely gave herself away to me. “You’ve ensnared the hungry beast in me, Stella. There’s no going back for you.” My raging cock plunged into her callously. Nothing made sense to me, but I simply knew that I needed her with me… for a very long time. Maybe even forever, who knew? At this point, the only thing that mattered was that I found someone that made me feel different… inimitable.

“Who owns this little, filthy pussy, darling?” I bellowed, panting hard.

Our eyes met. Mine were demanding for more. Hers were at ease, penetrating into my soul.

“My husband,” she whispered, not breaking eye contact. “It’s yours. I’ll promise it to be yours.”

Fuck. Her saying that I was her husband out loud while I was fucking her and about to orgasm was the most confusing, and yet, the best feeling I had ever felt in my entire life.

I wretchedly howled her name as if it was wounding me while I watched in an animalistic, possessive manner as I stroked my length, spurting thick white cream all over her mound, mostly dripping onto her clit.

Drained inside out, I fell on top of her body. “Mine,” I confirmed for the last time before consciousness took me.