\[Rosco’s POV\]
I stare down into Denali’s eyes, taking in the desire and hunger that are beginning to form in them, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride.
“My princess,” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers while running a hand down her side, so a whimper of excitement escapes her. “All mine.”
“Mmmm.”
Sighing, she closes her eyes and wiggles her hips, inviting me to do more than just kiss and caress her.
Smirking, I kiss her lips once more and then begin my descent down her body, only stopping long enough to take her nipples into my mouth so I can begin to lick and bite them. Soft moans escape Denali as I continue with my attack, and only when the strong scent of her arousal attacks my nose do I continue to kiss down her stomach to the hem of her pants.
Lifting my gaze, I stare at her flushed face as I slowly remove the annoying clothing that is keeping me from what I want, and once it’s gone, I attack, dipping my tongue between her folds while she claws at the sheet.
“Rosco,” she moans, rolling her hips in time with my attack. “More.”
Her voice is like a magical command that spurs me to push even further, dipping my fingers into her soaked core so I can start to move them in and out of her while I quicken my pace on her clit until she is crashing into orgasm.
“Oh goddess,” Denali groans, arching her back while her body trembles in ecstasy. “I’m cumming!”
Her walls squeeze tightly around my fingers, threatening to stop me while I continue to push, wanting her to scream more, beg more, and say my name more. I was like a crazed man who couldn’t get enough.
“Louder,” I growl, quickening my fingering so that the sound of her juices sloshing mixes with the screams of pleasure that are escaping her lips. “Scream for me, princess.”
Fuck, I was obsessed with the woman writhing beneath me, and I didn’t think I could possibly get enough, and honestly, I didn’t want to.
“Rosco!” Denali screams, reaching down and wrapping a hand around my head. “Fuck, Rosco!”
With her words, another strong orgasm erupts, and it is only when she finally starts to come down from it that I finally release her from my torture.
Standing, I pull my clothes off and then attack, hooking a leg over my arm while I push deep into her soaked core.
“Oh goddess!” Denali moans as I force myself between her tight walls. “Rosco.”
“That’s it, princess,” I murmur, kissing her lips. “Say my name. I want to make sure you know who is making you feel this good.”
I promised myself that I would be gentle with her until she was fully used to taking me, but when she said my name so fucking seductively and her walls squeezed so tightly around me, I couldn’t stop the need to fuck her within an inch of her life.
“You’re making things hard for me,” I husk, starting to move in and out of her. “Do you know how fucking badly I want to wreck you? You’re so damn innocent that I feel like a villain corrupting you.”
At my words, Denali’s arms snake around my neck so that she can pull me closer.
“Then corrupt me,” she whispers, giving a rueful grin. “Fuck me up to the point that I can’t think straight.”
“Fuck, princess,” I growl, pushing so deep into her that a whimper of pain escapes her. “Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”
“I do,” she confirms. “I want you, Rosco. If I wasn’t certain of my choice, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
“Dammit,” I growl, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer to me. “You’re driving me crazy.”
A giggle escapes her lips before more moans of excitement escape while I quicken my pace, giving her exactly what she was asking me to. When another orgasm takes her, I pull out long enough to flip her around so that I can take her from behind.
Again and again, I fuck her in every fucking position that I want to until we’re both too exhausted to continue, and even then, I push her once more until we are both cumming together and her walls milk every last fucking drop I have to offer.
Afterwards, we lay together. Soft snores escape Denali’s lips while my fingers run through her hair. Sighing, I take in her sleeping form and once again find myself wondering how I got so lucky to have her come into my life after I was so sure that there was no way we could ever be together again. But before I can think too hard, her phone begins to vibrate.
Frowning, I grab it from the bedside table and take in the number on the screen, and despite knowing that I shouldn’t answer it and invade her privacy, I swipe to answer and bring it to my ear.
“Hello?” The familiar voice of Alexander whispers from the other end. “Denali?”
For a moment, I don’t respond as I try to determine exactly why this bastard is calling Denali, especially after what just went down. Did he have any right to contact her when he stood aside and watched her stepmother beat the shit out of her?
“Denali,” he repeats more urgently. “I’m sorry for calling. I just..."
“Just what?” I growl, breaking my silence. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing calling her at this hour?”
Looking over, I take in the alarm clock that reads 1:30 a.m. Did he have a habit of calling her late at night?
No. Denali and I shared a room and a bed. If this was actually happening, I would be well aware of it. I trusted her, and I wouldn’t let this phone call ruin that.
“Rosco?” Alexander asks. “Where’s Denali? Why are you answering her phone?”
“Why wouldn’t I answer my own wife’s phone?” I counter. “Especially when her piece of shit ex is calling it. What the fuck do you want? Speak up before I hang up.”
“I…” Alexander begins, his voice quiet. “I wanted to apologize.”
“Apologize,” I repeat, my anger spiking. “For what?”
“Roger was out of line,” he explains. “What he did to Denali is unacceptable, and I just..."
"Suddenly want to act like you care,” I try. “Why the fuck are you suddenly acting like you give a shit about Denali, or what happens to her when you sit aside and allow it? Don’t try to play the caring ex now.”
Fuck, he was full of shit! How could he let Denali suffer so damn much and then try to pretend that he gave a fuck?
“And yet you stood there and allowed it,” I hiss. “Don’t fucking act like you give a damn. For years, you’ve allowed her to suffer, and you didn’t do a damn thing.”
“I didn’t know!”
“The signs are all over her body! If you paid attention to her, you would have noticed immediately!” I roar. “Don’t fucking call her again, and don’t you dare fucking approach her. If I find out that you so much as come within an inch of Denali, I’ll have your existence wiped from this world, got it?”
I don’t wait for a response before I’m hanging up and slamming the phone on the bedside table, and when the sound of throat clearing reaches me, I know I’m busted.
Slowly, I shift my gaze to where Denali lies, staring at me with an unreadable expression, and when the silence around us continues for much too long, I let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry,” I begin, but stop as she lifts a hand and covers my lips.
“Don’t be,” she says softly. “We’re husband and wife, right? As such, we shouldn’t have any secrets between us.”
As she speaks, she pulls her hand away from my mouth while I understand what she is telling me.
“So you aren’t mad?” I ask.
“Not at all,” she responds, giving a small smile. "Actually, thank you for dealing with him for me. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime,” I smirk. “I’m your husband and your partner; I’m more than happy to take care of anything that makes you sad.”
“He doesn’t make me sad,” she says quietly. “I’ve come to realize that whatever we had wasn’t real, and if anything, I just feel like a fool.”
“You aren’t a fool,” I growl. “He’s a fool to not have realized what he had, but his loss is my gain.”