The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 86

Chapter 67 

Our eyes meet in the mirror, and he bites my earlobe as he holds me tight, his hand comes to aggressively cup my breast. He’s wearing only boxer shorts, his broad, muscular body shadowed in a beautiful shade of red. 

“Gabriel….” I whimper. “I don’t think…” 

“Stop thinking,” he breathes into my ear. “Just feel.” His hand slides down the front of my .panties and he circles his fingers through the lips of my sex as he opens me up. 

Fire blazes in his eyes as he feels how wet I am. 

Fuck… 

He turns my head and kisses me, his tongue takes no prisoners as his fingers slide deep into my sex. My body contracts around him and he moans into my mouth in appreciation. 

Something snaps. 

Suddenly, we’re desperate. 

He lifts my knee to rest on the counter, bringing me wide open and then he plunges his fingers deep inside of me, stretching me out. I whimper as his body takes mine over. I can feel his engorged length sitting snug up against my ass. 

He begins to fuck me with his hand as he kisses me deeply, the sound of my arousal sucking him in echoes through the room. Our kiss is animalistic, our teeth clashing, his grip on my jaw is nearly painful. 

But I can’t stop… 

I need him, even if it’s only physically, even if it’s only for one night. In this moment, right now. My body needs what only his can give me. 

He turns me and sits me up on the bathroom cabinet and brings my legs up so that my feet 

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are on the counter. I’m in a seated squatting position and like this I’m totally at his mercy. 

His dark eyes hold mine as his thick fingers slowly slide into my sex. 

First two, then three…then four. Deep, powerful movements where he’s nearly breaking the counter. I grip his forearm and feel it flex as he curls his fingers deep inside my body. 

Gabriel Ferrara is a legend for a reason, nobody can make a woman come harder than he does. He hits the spot. 

Every. 

Damn. 

Time. 

This is too good, I can’t speak…I can’t even breathe. 

The floor moves beneath us as I see stars. 

I let out a deep moan as my body does exactly what nature intended. I shudder hard and 

cling to him as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me. 

He kisses me through it as my body quivers, his tongue diving deep into my mouth, and I 

know he’s holding on to his control by a thread. 

“Get into my fucking bed,” he growls into my mouth as he holds my face in his hands. 

I… there are no thoughts in my head, none that make sense, anyway. 

Next thing, I’m getting dragged down the hall toward my bedroom by the hand, and he 

closes the door behind me and flicks the lock. 

I look around the room, confused. “Why is the mattress on the floor?” “Because you’re about to fucking get it.” He pushes me down onto it. “You knew this was going to happen?” I frown up at him. 

course I did. Your pheromones have been sucking my cock all day.” He pulls his dick out 

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of the top of his boxers and slides it over my mouth, pre–ejaculate smears across my lips. 

Tuck… 

I take him deep into my mouth and swirl my tongue, he tips his head back and moans as he holds my head in his hands. “Suck. My. Cock.” He pushes himself deep down my throat until 

1 gag. 

His eyes are ablaze with fire as he holds himself too deep for me to take. 

I pull off. “Too much.” I cough. 

“You’re right.” He pushes me onto my back and comes over my body, bringing my legs up over his forearms as he holds himself up. “You are too fucking much.” He slowly slides in deep, and every muscle in my body contracts around him. 

We stare at each other as our bodies exchange power. 

A magic swirls between us, a spell that once cast cannot be broken. My body giving him the softness that his hardness needs and vice versa. 

His eyes flutter closed as if totally overwhelmed. 

I stare up at him in awe.