The Dark and Damaged Hearts, Book 5
True, Deep and Forever: Part 1 (a duet)
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Eight years ago, Garret Banks swept me clear off my feet, catching me before I fell on my ass.
Our love was instantaneous, all-consuming and intense. We never thought the flame would die down, let alone extinguish.
We have everything we’ve ever wanted. Successful careers, a beautiful son and a rock-solid marriage. We’re living the dream. Right?
But how quickly dreams can turn into nightmares. Garret’s job is taking its toll on him, my whole world seems to be in shambles, and now I’ve got to deal with a blast from my past I thought I’d long buried. And that past wants answers—answers I’m not willing to give.
We grab quick and dirty sex when we can, but that just doesn’t seem to be enough and our marriage feels more tested and strained than ever before.
I was sure that I’d found my knight in shining armor, my happily ever after, my forever, but my marriage is being forced to bend more than it should—more than it can. So much so that I’m afraid it might just snap.
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Excerpt
Only he didn’t bite. Instead he snaked his tongue between my legs and up through my slick folds. I pressed back into him and spread my thighs wide, the orgasm building again and this time unwilling to go unanswered. Swirling his tongue around my clit until I was a mewling mess, he beckoned my release. He plunged two fingers inside and pumped, coaxed, twiddled, scissored just right. I was panting and frantic and so damn needy, at that moment I would have done anything to come. And of course that’s when he bit me. And it wasn’t just a sweet little nip on the back of my thigh, either. No. My husband went in like a fucking lion, chomping down hard and pulling the chain between the nipple clamps as well, until he earned the scream from my lips he craved.
I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and seconds later he was back inside me. This time the mission was clear. We were done playing games. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he dipped his hand between my legs and began drawing luscious circles around my hard and swollen clit, his fingers gliding with ease up through my cleft.
“You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you, my sexy little masochist?”
“Yes,” I panted. My whole body buzzed with the desire to come, the need so all-consuming, at that point I might have chosen an orgasm over breathing.
“Then come for me.” He pinched my clit; I let go. My mouth opened, but nothing besides warm air came out, followed by a weird squeak. Bright and colorful lights flashed behind my closed lids, and my pulse thundered in my ears. I heard Garret break behind me, then stiffen as he found his release.
Moments later, he nipped my ear. “Best fucking head, best fucking wife, best fucking fuck of my life.”
I didn’t bother opening my eyes, but I smiled. The compliments didn’t get much better than that. My entire body was slipping into atrophy, and my ass stung like a bitch. “Same here, baby. Same here.”
