He stares down on me with half-droopy, sexy eyes. Their blue, however, appears dark and deep, almost depressed. “You just want to get rid of it?”

“That’s not—”

“Fine.”

“F-Fine?” How can it be fine?

“Yes, fine. Do as you wish.”

“I don’t need your permission.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

God. His meek tone is getting on my last nerve. But instead of shouting and getting in an argument this late, I rein it in. “Let’s talk in the morning when you’re sober.”

“One last time.”

“What?”

“Let me have you. One last time.” He grabs me by the nape and lowers his lips to mine. At first, his kiss is slow, sensual, but then it intensifies, tongues clashing and his lips devouring mine. It’s almost…desperate.

And I share that desperation. He’s kissing me after he rejected me—twice. I probably shouldn’t be feeling this way since he’s drunk, but my emotions seem to be scattered all over the place, and this is the only right thing in my reality.

Kyle lowers the zipper of my dress and slides it down my arms with frantic movements. It pools at my feet, leaving me in only my underwear.

He unclasps my bra with expert deft fingers, and I gasp as they brush against my breasts.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful.” He lowers his head to latch onto a nipple and I arch my back, head rolling. The feel of his stubble on my breast creates unbearable friction. My nipples tighten into hard buds as he bites down and sucks on them with a ravenous rhythm.

Beautiful. I smile internally. He thinks I’m beautiful.

The rejections from earlier aren’t important, after all. They meant nothing.

I hold on to that idea as I try to undo his belt, but I’m not fast enough and my movements are clumsy at best. I was never good with this type of stuff, but I want to be. For him, I want to give back as much as I take.

Kyle tries to take over the task, but I shake my head, my voice too wanton for my own ears. “Let me.”

Steadying my hand, I finally finish unbuckling the belt. He kicks the pants and his boxer briefs away. I reach for his buttons, but I barely undo the first two before he rips at his shirt, sending the buttons flying everywhere.

I swallow as his sculpted chest comes into focus. This view will never get old.

Kyle places two fingers under my chin and lifts my head, breathing harshly as his eyes clash with mine. They’re raw and intense, and I’m not sure I like what I see there. Behind the lust, there’s a sense of sadness that I want to eradicate.

I palm his cheek, my ragged breathing matching his irregular one. “Kyle, I—”

He flattens a finger on my lips and shakes his head once. “Don’t ruin it. Not today.”

His middle finger glides against my panties, and I shudder before he lowers the cloth down my legs. I willingly step out of them as he slides his middle and ring finger into my pussy, and I briefly close my eyes as I soak him in for a fraction of a second. I’ve been yearning for his touch since we were in Reina’s house. No, it was ever since I woke up this morning and didn’t find him beside me.

My legs shake, hardly able to carry me any longer. As if he can feel it, Kyle wraps an arm around my waist, anchoring me in place as he thrusts his fingers inside me and teases my clit. My head drops against his shoulder as tingles erupt all over my skin.

I don’t last long—not even a minute—before the orgasm drags me down in its clutches. It doesn’t matter that he’s drunk; Kyle knows my body more than I ever will, and I guess I got used to that. I got used to how easily he wrenches pleasure and feelings out of me.

I’m still riding the wave when he backs me up, then flips me over and pushes me down. I’m on my knees on the carpet, but before I can react to the positioning, he lowers me further. My breasts brush on the carpet, the soft surface hardening my nipples more.

What…?

I’m lying completely flat on the carpet with my back to him. I stare back at him as he yanks open his drawer. I think he’ll bring out a toy, but I should’ve known better. Kyle might like to torture me with them, but he doesn’t like them involved during actual sex. I prefer him to them, anyway.

He retrieves a bottle of lube and a condom, and doesn’t bother to close the drawer. Wait. A condom? Kyle never used them so I didn’t even know he had one.

Besides, what’s the use of a condom when he’s already gotten me pregnant?

He takes his time removing his shirt, revealing his hard muscles and the tattoos rippling on his abs. I don’t dare look away or move. I feel like I’ll be missing something crucial if I do.

Kyle throws his shirt away and stalks behind me like a hungry predator about to devour his prey. I follow him with my gaze until he kneels between my parted legs.

He places a hand under my stomach and lifts me up so that I’m slightly bent over on my knees. The position is different from anything we’ve done before, and that says something considering he’s taken me in all positions possible.

Or so I thought…

Kyle parts my ass cheeks, and a cool liquid meets my back hole. It feels soothing against my heated skin. I’m still in the aftermath of my orgasm, so any touch feels like an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it’s because Kyle is doing it.

“I’m going to fuck you in the arse then in your pussy, then I’m going to do it all over again.”

My thighs clench at his words, but I don’t get to ponder them much before he thrusts the liquid lube inside my back hole with his finger.

The sensation is surprisingly pleasurable, tender even. I clench my hand into a fist on the carpet. He adds another finger, and I wince at the intrusion. Pain mixes with pleasure as he pours more of the lube.

But it’s not enough. It doesn’t feel like enough.

“P-put it in,” I moan.

“Put what in, Princess?”

“Your…cock. Just put it in.”

“It’ll hurt.”

“Let it hurt.” I want the pain right now and the sense of unbound pleasure that comes with it. Because with Kyle, it doesn’t feel like only pain, it’s the joining of our bodies and souls in one unified connection.

My husband’s fingers leave my ass, and I hear the tearing of the condom packet before something bigger and harder nudges at my entrance. I grab the carpet for balance as he pushes in the first inch.