Wanting My Assistant

Chapter 59

"Oh, baby," I groan, my hands roaming over her whole body as she sucks and licks at my neck, the lipstick she had on from the reception covering my neck and collarbone, the suit I had on half tossed across the apartment, my shirt is ripped down the front, very few buttons still being held in place. My belt is gone and my pants are resting loosely on my hips, zipper down and flapping open against the pockets, my boxers showing now that my pants are open.

My beautiful wife yanks back from my neck, gasping as her warm hands glide up my chest, each harsh breath I pull in pressing my chest into her hands. "Fuck, bella," my throat buzzes with the groan that breaks through, my head tipping downwards to catch her swollen lips with mine, sucking her tongue into my mouth. She groans into me as my hands snake around her back, pulling at the zipper that holds her wedding dress up. I want it off so badly.

Our lips clash and tongues meet, hot and wet, sloppy with the need we've been containing all night. From the second that tear dripped down my cheek, I wanted to take her. That harsh kiss in front of everyone, staking my claim on her as mine, that ring on her finger, it sent my mind in a daze. And now here we are, back home, the sky dark and apartment dark. That damned cat somewhere off in the living room, hopefully.

She pulls back with a sharp gasp, "Dawson," she pants, digging her nails into my pecks as I growl, my nose flaring as I finally snag the zipper and rip it down her spine, loving the way she gasps and arches into me. Her heavy breasts press tightly to my chest and I groan, using my palms to drift up the delicate curve of her spine, soaking up the feel of her in my arms, as mine.

"You're mine now, darling." I rasp, leaning down and sucking at her ear, pressing my aching cock to her pelvis. She moans softly and latches her lips onto my pectoral, sucking the skin harshly. Marking me.

"I told you. I always get what I want."

She tears her lips away with a pop, licking her lips to stare up at me, those beautiful ice blue eyes foggy and cloudy with all the naughtiness that she's been feeling since this morning. "Yes," she whispers, letting her head drop back as she lets out a throaty whimper, her beautiful neck on display for me.

But it's plain. Too plain for my liking.

"Please," she rasps, digging her nails into the back of my neck. That's all the convincing I need.

I lower my lips and sink my teeth into her neck, feasting on the soft feel of her skin beneath my lips and tongue. The sweet taste of her on my tongue. When I take a moment to break away, I let out a heavy breath, "Help me get you out of this."

   Isadora's whole body trembles as I slide my hands beneath the fabric of the wedding dress. I don't care what happens to the damn dress after this.

   Together, we stumble through the entryway, shoving at the fabric that seems to get heavier the longer it stays on her beautiful body.

And the second it starts to sag down her shoulders, my hands are everywhere. Gripping and touching every part of my beautiful wife. My wife. Mine.

"Pants. Shirt. Off." She pants out through harsh breaths, yanking at the fabric that she has already ruined, "Now."

"So demanding," I purr against her ear, chuckling darkly when she rubs her hips up against the bulge in my pants. "Please," she whimpers, hands yanking at the fabric of my button up shirt.

   With that tiny word, I yank my clothes off, tossing my boxers away without another thought until I'm naked in front of her. She moans softly, her eyes feasting on what's hers. For now and forever.