Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

MARAT
Admitting I was in love with my wife was the single most liberating act I’d ever committed.
Easily.
Having her push me down onto the floor, crushing her lips to mine, admitting without words how she felt about me was the second.
Goddamn. Fuck. Yes.
She wanted me. My gorgeous wife wanted me. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it would be enough for now.
I’d never tried to make someone fall in love with me. Sure, women had claimed to have intense feelings for me over the years, and who knew, maybe they did. But none of them were her.
She was the only woman whose feelings I cared about. I wanted them. I craved them. I’d fucking have them. No matter what I had to do to earn her heart.
Destiny moaned, rocking her hips against mine, and it was all I could take. I reversed our positions, straddling her thighs as I pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra.
“You’ve got the most beautiful fucking tits,” I moaned, cupping them in both hands and kneading her soft flesh.
Goddamn. She was killing me.
I moved down her body, kissing her mouth, tasting her, as I undid the button of her jeans. She was so soft. So perfect.
“You taste so fucking good, Dumplin’,” I growled, ravenous for her.
Licking a trail between her tits, I kissed and nibbled my way down her belly to her navel. I tugged the tight denim down her hips and thighs, groaning when I saw her cute as fuck panties. The pink heart pattern shouldn’t have been sexy, but it was.
Cute, sexy, perfect. And just so her.
I glanced up to catch Destiny’s crystalline gaze as she watched me, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her chest was heaving, and my heart damn near stopped.
I was so fucking in love with this woman.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Baby. So mine.”
And because I was salivating, I pressed her thighs wide, and closed my mouth over her cotton covered cunt. My chest rumbled with how hard I groaned. Even through the fabric, the taste of her sweet essence rocked me to my core.
“Marat, please,” she said, rocking her hips against my mouth.
“What do you need, Dumplin’? Tell me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want your tongue. I want your mouth, please,” she begged, and who was I to refuse her?
I wouldn’t even try. Gripping the cotton, I pulled it to the side and dove right in, licking her slit and closing my mouth over her tiny bundle of nerves.
Fuck. She was so hot. So good.
I never wanted anything like I wanted her. She was mine. My sweet temptation. My Dumplin’. My whole fucking heart.
She was so damn sexy, writhing beneath my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock, and gave myself a good, hard squeeze.
Fuck, it felt so good, I did it again. Stroking my dick as I lapped at her core, my wife was so fucking good, eating her out was going to make me come.
She tasted like heaven. She tasted like pure sin. She tasted like home.
And for the first time in my fucked up life, I knew what it was to truly be in love. To be vulnerable. To be open to hurt. To care about the needs of someone else. To be willing to do anything to protect that person. To give them what they needed.
I was head over heels, insanely in love with my wife. Destiny was everything to me.
“I love you, too, Marat,” she said, whimpering with need, and I froze.
I must have said it out loud. And that was fine. I’d already told her. But this was the first time she told me she loved me, and I couldn’t believe my ears.
“You do? Since when?”
I had to know.
“Since day one, I think. I love you,” she repeated, and I saw it shining there in her blue eyes.
She loved me. Really loved me. Not just my face. Not my money. She loved me. The real me. Her Devil Wolf. And my heart felt so fucking full.
“I’ll love you forever,” I vowed.
This woman had changed everything for me. She brought color and beauty to my world when I didn’t think it was possible. She’d been through so much, but she still had a heart so goddamn big.
She was a walking miracle. My miracle. And I was so lucky I found her. My sweet Dumplin’.
My wild temptation.
Destiny was my light. My dark. My angel. My devil. My breath. My body. My purpose.
Mine.
She was mine.
I groaned as her pussy began to flutter, swallowing her orgasm. Needing to feel it on my cock, I slid up her body, spreading her wide and filling her in one hard thrust.
Fuck, she was still coming, and it felt so damn good. Untold pleasure filled every fiber of my being as I pumped my hips, joining her in sweet oblivion.
“You’re mine, Wife. Fuck, I fucking love you,” I roared as her sweet cunt pulled the cum from my body.
Yeah, I fucking loved her. She was my sweet Dumplin’. She was my home.
And I was hers.