Sanctuary (Family Justice Book 3) (71 page)

A
FTER A GRUELING
eleven-hour flight on a British Airways luxury jet, they finally made it to their hotel in the heart of Madrid. The opulent suite at the Ritz was everything an exhausted bride could hope for.

While Alex took care of arranging for champagne and food to be delivered, she took a long steamy shower after telling her new husband in no uncertain terms that he was strictly forbidden from entering the bathroom while she was in there. Surprising her with a stealth fuck was so not going to happen if she had anything to say about it. They were going to start things off right, goddammit.

Unwrapping the exquisite negligee she’d spent months searching for, a little fluttery sigh escaped her mouth. It was perfect. White, of course. Sheer, lots of lace, romantic and sexy at the same time, Meghan was eager to put it on. But first, she slid on a pair of white satin panties that rode high enough on her ass that the tattoo would remain unseen until the right moment. Was it a style she usually wore? Not really. So she added a sexy lace garter with ribbons and crystals covering it, which she hoped would be shiny enough to distract her beastly husband.

By the time she drifted into the main area of the opulent suite, she was dressed for seduction from head to toe. And her husband? She found him standing in the waning light at the doors to the French balcony. He looked ruggedly handsome but in a completely bemused way.

Having ditched the jacket and tie of his suit, he’d rolled the sleeves of his crisp white shirt to the elbows and undone a couple of buttons at his throat. He turned and looked at her, and Meghan’s heart almost stopped. The look on his face spoke of love, longing, and something else. Something she couldn’t define.

Madrid.
Alex took a deep breath of fresh air from the balcony of their honeymoon suite, held it as long as he could, and then slowly released. He loved it here. The city always put him instantly in touch with his roots.

Coming here before heading to their Aragon finca was a genius decision. He planned to make the most of a couple days of luxury and the chance to show his bride all the Spanish capital offered. Alex couldn’t wait to take her to the Museo del Prado where he’d arranged for a private tour of the renowned museum’s magnificent collection of art by Goya, El Greco, and Diego Velazquez. A reproduction of Diego’s
Venus at her Mirror
hangs in their bedroom at home because it reminds him of his lovely Meghan.

And then, of course, there was the lovemaking. There was going to be plenty of that. Definitely some fucking too. Couldn’t have one without the other. Not with an Irish fuck goddess for a wife.

Wife. Jesus. Meghan was his wife now.

A sensation of soft warmth slowly moved up his neck. He shuddered knowing she was in the room. Without turning around, he felt her energy reach him. It wrapped around his body and seeped into every pore until she was inside him. In his heart and in his soul.

Meghan.

He turned and looked at her. Dear god. She was so beautiful, and he loved her so fucking much. The sheer white negligee she wore reminded him of the night’s importance. A longing such as none he’d ever known grabbed hold.

“My love,” he murmured.

“Husband,” she replied in that soft husky voice she saved for him and him alone.

She came into his arms and snuggled close in a loving embrace. It felt wonderful to hold her again without fearing that he’d lose control. Knowing they honored their promise to remain abstinent until they were married was more deeply satisfying than he ever imagined. So too was knowing that when he took her now, not a single impediment remained between them, and God willing, their love would result in the baby they both dreamed of having.

“Now, you know,” he chuckled into her hair as he increased the fierce hug, “the minute we get out of these clothes, it’s going to be quick and dirty the first time, right?”

She laughed, leaned back, and ruffled her fingers through his hair. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, my lord and master.”

“Oh, wait. That’s right. We’re fucking married now, so you kind of have to call me master.” He made an approving smirk. “I think I like it.”

With a cute, long-suffering sigh, his naughty wife shimmied on the erection pressing against the front of his pants and made the most delicious looking pout.

“I thought we agreed that obey thing was more of a suggestion then a rule.”

He leered at her. “Darling, you can believe whatever you want. Whatever it takes to get inside you is fine by me.”

Whaaaat?” she drawled with amusing shock. “I thought once we were married, you’d be one of those once a year and on every birthday kind of guy.”

“Did you now?” He made the fail buzzer sound like and said, “Wrong.”

“Well, shit,” she quipped. The quirky smile made his already rock-hard cock turn to steel. “Does that mean you’re going to want to stroke the pussy tonight?”

“Ah, kitten,” he told her with a lusty grin, “your sweet pussy’s going to get a lot more than some stroking.”

She pushed him away and went straight for the ice bucket with the bottle of Moet waiting for them to enjoy. “I’ll need a couple of drinks then. Makes it easier to lay there and submit.”

“Lay there and submit.” He whooped with laughter. “Lay there and submit? Who the fuck are you kidding?”

She poured two glasses then handed him one. With an innocent look, she wound her arm around his to drink.

“What shall we drink to?” he asked.

“To pussies and submission and a very special surprise I have in store for my sexy as fuck husband.”

They locked eyes and took a long sip.

Right. She promised something special for him. “When do I get this surprise?”

She chuckled and trailed a finger across his lips. “Oh, baby. You’ll know it when you see it, and that’s all I’m saying.”

They polished off most of the champagne as she sat on his lap while he took all sorts of liberties with her sexy body. Whatever he could get away with while the negligee stayed on, he went for. When he slid his fingers between her legs and found her actually dripping with need, he kissed her wildly while fingering her deeply and passionately. When she started to lose control, she stopped him.

“No. Please, Alex. I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”

He started counting back from fifty. Those three words …
come
and
inside me
rivaled the best three words of all.
I love you
. He needed a minute to get it together or he’d be forced to throw her on the floor and fuck her into tomorrow.

“I think we should go to bed now.” He said this while putting her off his lap and standing. With his entire blood flow rushing to his dick, Alex’s head swam a little. The champagne made the fuzziness worse. “Tell me now,” he growled. “Is there any reason why we can’t do this?”

The witch. She palmed his erection and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. “No, master.”

Talk about throwing kerosene on a bonfire, her playful taunt pushed him straight over the edge. Without warning, he dipped, put his shoulder in her belly, and hoisted her over his shoulder caveman style. When she yelped in surprise, he reached up and swatted her ass. Hard.

“Be quiet, wife. Your master is about to fuck the wickedness out of you.”

She laughed and squirmed in a lame attempt to free herself as he hauled her sexy butt into the bedroom and literally tossed her through the air and onto the enormous king-size bed where she landed with a thud.

He was on top of her in seconds. They both went wild the second he pinned her to the mattress. Kissing like maniacs, they devoured and ravished with their mouths until sweat poured from their bodies.

The negligee? In tatters. He tore it off her bit by bit, feasting on every inch he uncovered until finally she was naked except for some very sexy satin panties and an equally as sexy garter around one delectable thigh. The bright red crystal centered in the waistband of her panties reminded him of the roses she carried when this beautiful creature came to him in the church. Seeing it set the beast inside him off the leash. It was time.

Hearing her pant when he rose up and pulled the panties down her legs almost robbed him of his sanity. “The garter stays on,” he grunted.

Sliding from the bed Alex finished removing what clothes he still wore. She watched him through hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling from her rapid breathing. He could smell her need. The sexy auburn curls between her legs, the legs she bent at the knee and parted wide for his viewing pleasure, were wet and curled close to the outer lips of her pussy.

Fisting his cock, he stroked himself and saw her eyes flare as she watched. The arms she spread wide upon the bed lifted and went to her breasts. He knew what was happening. She got off watching him handle his dick. With legs spread wide, she bit her lip with delicious anticipation. When she massaged her gorgeous tits, he caught the gleam from the twinkling diamonds and rubies she wore on her left hand that proclaimed she belonged to him.

“Open for me, baby,” he demanded with a grunt as he climbed on the bed and got in position. Meghan moved her legs on either side of him, and he nudged close until the head of his cock teased her opening. He knew damn well once they started, he wouldn’t be able to slow down or stop.

“With your hands, wife. Open yourself with your hands. You want your master’s cock? Guide it home, baby. Show me that you’re mine.”

She whimpered and destroyed her bottom lip as she reached between her spread legs and gently opened her swollen pussy. He immediately rubbed the head of his cock all over her wet flesh and used it to circle round and round the nub swollen with desire. Her back arched, she groaned, and he stopped trying to go slow.

Sliding his hands beneath her ass, he lifted, felt his cock find her opening, and thrust deep as a mighty grunt rumbled out of him. Her pussy welcomed him with a flood of hot arousal and then tightened like a vise. He started moving, slowly for about five strokes, and then the beast took control. After that, it got ferocious fast. She was crying out. He felt her come almost immediately. That first release meant he could go deeper, so he did, pounding her with a fury that got stronger and stronger.

Alex was grunting wildly. He hoarsely cried her name. Her glorious pussy demanded more, and he gave it. Gave all he had. She came again. He roared, shook from head to toe and swung his head trying to clear his senses. He felt like an animal.

His hips thrust and bucked. The sweet honey of her orgasms seeped from her body and covered his balls. It had been too long. The weeks without her robbed Alex of any pretense of finesse. His legs started to shake and a sensation at the base of his spine spread outward until all he knew was the knife’s edge of ecstasy. He felt his balls tighten. This release would be like no other.

When it happened, he thrust forward and buried inside her, bucking as his cock throbbed and spurted. Feeling his essence entering her body made him growl like a wild animal. He kept thrusting. Fucking deeper, sending his seed into her womb as her hands gripped his ass and urged him on.

Who knew how long it all went on. There was no way to keep track. Eventually, they fell into an exhausted, sated doze with his cock still inside her body and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Meghan awoke to find her naked husband standing by the bed with the strangest expression on his face. He was wringing a cloth into a shallow bowl. She smelled the soft scent of her favorite soap and knew he’d cleaned her body after their tempestuous coupling.

She stretched and smiled.
Mmm
. Being sore was deliciously sexy.

He approached the bed and leaned over to kiss her sweetly on the lips. She couldn’t help herself. His manhood was right there so while he kissed her she reached for him and slowly stroked his manly flesh. He was hard and oh so soft at the same time. She let out a needful sigh and looked at him.

“Come back to bed, husband. Your wife has a need only you can fill.”

Alex looked her deeply in the eye as he pulled back. She tried to read his expression. There was love. And lust. But also, something resembling pleasure and a bit of admiration.