Chapter 22

Eliza

Oh, Coleson is hung.

His cock juts out at me, thick and long, leaking precome as he covers himself with a condom. Disappointment distracts me for only a moment at the loss of being able to taste that desire. Eagerness takes over when he’s fully sheathed, and his eyes settle on mine. I don’t know if he’ll fit, but fucking hell, I want nothing more than for him to bury himself inside me. I take in his toned body, my mouth watering at the sight. His waist is trim, his shoulders doorframe-busting wide, and his arms are packed with muscle.

I hadn’t realized that the tattoos on his neck are tree branches that connect to a huge cherry blossom tree on his chest. The black and pink ink is striking against his skin and expands along his shoulders. On the trunk of the tree, along his sternum, there are words I can’t make out. Soon, I’m too distracted by the rest of him to care. His abs are taut, as are his pecs, as he steps between my legs. Light hair dusts his chest and trails below his belly button to his massive cock.

My husband is a sight to behold.

I’ll admire his stunning body later. Right now, I want him inside me. I reach for his cock, wrapping my hand around his heated flesh, and I squeeze him. He’s hard as a rock, and he hisses out a delectable sound that has my body vibrating with need. I guide him to my entrance, and I’m in awe at how he is looking at me. Like I’m all he ever wants.

God, I can see it all over his face. His jaw is tight, his lids hooded. His eyes are no longer bright, but they’ve darkened. His hair falls into his eyes as he watches the head of his cock press into my entrance. His eyes snap to mine, and I can’t even think straight at the pure, raw lust in his eyes.

I’m going to fall so deeply for this man.

A smirk plays on my lips, urging him to do what we both want. Our eyes stay locked as he thrusts his hips against me until he is fully seated inside me. He fills me to the brink of tears, so gloriously excruciating that I am breathless and speechless all at once. His eyes drift shut as his head falls back. He digs his fingers into the outsides of my thighs as he holds himself inside me, his cock throbbing as I clench him tightly with my pussy. Time stands still, and I swear I can hear his heart and mine beat in tandem.

Another second passes before he looks down at me, shaking his head. “So tight. So good,” he mutters. And then he moves. If I thought him filling me was delicious, nothing can compare to the way he fucks me. His hips piston into me in long, hard strokes that have my thighs quivering under his fingers. He tightens his grip, and I arch my back at the possessiveness I feel under his touch. Doing so changes the angle, and I’m left crying out as he thrusts into me in a way I’ve never experienced. I’ve slept with my fair share of men, but this…this is different.

My husband is owning me.

Coleson moves a hand from my thigh, and I watch as he brings his thumb between his lips, licks it, then he presses it to my clit. He meets my gaze, and I almost come at the sheer dominance in his eyes. “You’re going to come again for me, Wife,” he demands, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb. “You’re going to squeeze my cock and make me come along with you.”

“Yes, Coleson. Please. Yes,” I chant, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into his firm ass. “Harder!”

His chuckles send shivers down my spine. “Oh, you want it harder? Come for me, and I’ll fuck you real hard.”

I am going to explode. I grip the comforter and allow the pleasure to take over. My whole body goes still, and I shatter into a million pieces as I scream his name. Coleson is right behind me, slamming into me until he roars, “Fucking fuck, Eliza.”

My name.

Eliza.

Not McDavid or Wife, but Eliza.

My name on his lips has me coming harder than ever, and I don’t know how that’s even possible. I squeeze him tightly, and he groans as he stills inside me. His hips jerk against my thighs once, then twice, before he traps my head between his hands on the bed. He slides his nose along mine, brushes over my cheek, and trails kisses down my jaw to my throat, where he nuzzles.

His tenderness is overwhelming, and I feel tears pricking at my eyes. I don’t know why, though. Who cries after sex? I won’t. I can’t. I squeeze my eyes shut as his body collapses against mine. He is hot, heavy, and I love every bit of it. He is still throbbing inside me, and I never want to feel anything else in my life but what I’m feeling right now.

Completion.

I stretch my neck for him as he trails kisses and nibbles along my heated skin. He kisses my collarbone, then down to my one exposed breast. He grips it, molding it in his hand before sucking my nipple in his mouth. Doing so has me clenching his spent cock, and he hisses around my nipple. I grin as I thread my fingers through his hair, squeezing my thighs around his hips. He travels back up my body, kissing and nibbling, before he captures my mouth. His kiss is desperate, rough, and as our tongues slide along each other, I’m lost in everything that is Coleson Katz.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close while our mouths dance and play. When we come up for air, we’re both panting and our eyes lock. Tenderness and heat swirl in his eyes but also some hesitation. “Regrets?” I ask, and I hate how scared I am of his answer.

“Loads,” he jokes, mimicking my response from the previous day. I grin, and his lips curve up in a devastating way. “None,” he admits, pressing the tip of his nose to mine. “None at all.”

“Good,” I say, twirling the hair at the back of his neck in my fingers.

“I am worried, though, Wife,” he whispers against my lips, and I frown.

“About?”

He falls to my side, gathering me in his arms as his cock presses into my belly. “I was trying not to get physical with you since I don’t want your family’s prediction to come true. I don’t want to break you.”

I gaze into his eyes. “It’s inevitable.”

His lips turn down. “Don’t say that.”

I shrug. “It’s the truth, and I’ve been honest with you from the beginning. I’ve always been attracted to you and had hoped I’d catch your eye. I know I’ll fall for you, Coleson. I’m already expecting to.”

“Don’t,” he says roughly, holding me closer. “I can’t give you what you want.”

“Why?” I find myself asking, searching his eyes for answers I don’t think he has.

His eyes stare into mine, and then they fall shut as he nuzzles his nose to mine. He presses his forehead to mine and whispers, “I just can’t.”

“I won’t hurt you,” I whisper back. “I’m not like your mom.”

He freezes, and I know I’ve said too much. He shakes his head and then kisses the side of my mouth. “No more of that,” he says, kissing my nose, and my heart stills in my chest. “We’ve got some time before dinner. Let me train you a bit in the coffeehouse. Come on now.”

He kisses me again, and then he rolls off the bed without another look at me. As I watch him head to the bathroom to clean up, I can’t help but wonder what is holding him back. Surely he knows I’m nothing like his mother. That I wouldn’t hurt him even if I could. That we fit together like we were made in the stars just for each other. That if we were in a romance novel, we’d be fated mates. At least, that’s how it feels after being on the receiving end of his attention. Maybe I’m just in the afterglow, fully sated for the time being. Though, I can’t help but want more. I want all of Coleson Katz, every single part, but I don’t know if he’ll allow that to happen.

Surely I can find a way to change his mind about making this marriage not fake at all.

But real instead and all ours.