Page 69 of Desperate Measures

“Good. See you both then.”

The door closed, and I was finally exactly where I wanted to be. Alone. With my wife.

Michaela tapped her finger against my wrist, and I loosened my hold, allowing her to spin around and face me while never actually letting go of her.

“How did everything go?” she asked, concerned.

I liked that she was thinking about me, but I didn’t want to worry her about what was going on without lithium suppliers. We had enough obstacles and misconceptions to clear up without adding the complexity of the Chen’s hold on the mines I’d been trying to secure in the Gansu region, and their latest demands.

“It’ll be fine. Come here,” I growled, sucking in her seductive fragrance with my next breath.

So fresh and sweet. My lilac-scented bride.

I wanted to taste them on my tongue. Wanted to lick her until she writhed beneath me, and I’d wrung out every drop of pleasure as I could from her luscious body.

Michaela was still a mystery to me. The teenage girl I knew when I worked for her father had seemed cool and reserved, an ice queen in the making. But I never let myself think about her past the fact she was Adrik Volkov’s daughter and years too young back then.

But now that I’d married her, that this fine, beautiful, lush creature was mine, I felt a rising panic that I couldn’t make her stay grow inside me.

Like some dark, ugly vine, it was twisted and gnarled. Its roots went so deep they snagged on the jagged pieces of my soul.

I knew I wouldn’t let her go.

Not now. Not ever.

“What is it? Are you okay?” she asked, possibly seeing the desperation darkening my gaze as I stared at her.

“It’s nothing. I just need you, Wife,” I growled, claiming her mouth with mine.

Maybe if I fucked her here and now, it would quench my desire. I didn’t see how. But maybe it could.

Need for her swelled within me like the tide. Like Michaela was my moon. Controlling my movements. Beckoning me here and there with some unseen gravitational force.

Unstoppable.

Unparalleled.

I drank her in, sipping on her lips and swallowing down all her sweet flavors. Lilacs danced beneath the taste of her kiss, they always did, but there was more tonight.

Oh, I’d seen the tin of cookies her cousin brought and imagined that had something to do with the sweetness I found in her kiss. But nah. It was just her.

My sweetheart of a wife was just so damn good. She brought out the beast in me, and it wasn’t long before her clothes decorated the floor as I undressed and stalked her all the way to our room.

Oh, but she wasn’t idle during that time either. My coat had been pushed off my shoulders, my shirt unbuttoned, and my slacks undone.

I’d already kicked my shoes off and was pushing my pants down my hips by the time we reached the bed.

“Lay on the bed and open those legs for me, Sweetheart,” I told her.

Midnight eyes danced with mischief as she crawled backwards to the center of the bed. She remained on her knees, her small hands coasting over her curves, stopping at her tits.

She tugged and squeezed her plentiful mounds, and all the oxygen left my lungs.

“Fuck.”

I stripped the rest of the way, panting, as I joined her on top of the bedspread. I hadn’t even touched her yet and my dick was straining between us, a pearl of precum glistening on the head.

Michaela’s eyes widened, and before I could utter a half-hearted protest she leaned down and took me into her hot mouth.