The Wife Who Returned
he breathed back, voice rough with restraint, as he thrust his three thick fingers deeper, curling and pumping until her walls clenched around him.
The orgasm hit her hard but quietly, her body shuddering, pussy fluttering, and squeezing his fingers as she came. Lucien didn’t stop until the last tremor faded. Only then did he slowly withdraw his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean, eyes locked on hers, the dark beard framing his face making him look somehow even sexier in the low light, rugged, hungry, entirely hers.
When he pulled back from the kiss, his pale green eyes remained fixed on her.