Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series Blake, Carina (e reader books .txt) 📖

Dove’s eyes widen as she takes in our massive California King that I plan to worship her naked body on as often as possible. Sensing my focus on her, she spins, sitting on the edge of the bed, which doesn’t help my cause. My dick throbs painfully against the zipper of my slacks. I reach down and adjust myself to relieve the pressure.

“Victor, why are you staring at me like that?” She knows damn well why I’m staring at her and what it means.

“I can stare at my wife any way I please. This is our bedroom where you will most definitely see this look every night.”

“Every night?” There’s a sexy innocence and yet a hint of playful desire in her words. She bites on her bottom lip gently, making my dick harder than it was. Suddenly, it’s not just to prove I own her to the entire house, but because I need her. It will probably pass soon; however, until it does, I’ll do all I can to get inside her.

“Dove,” I growl, pulling her to me. “I need to be inside you.” I can’t hide my longing for her. Lust flares in her eyes as I cup her ass and let her feel my raging need. “See what you do to me?”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she moans.

“We’ll see.” I reach around and slide my fingers up her thighs, and just like she said, her pussy is soaked for me. She whimpers around my thumb, and I worry that I’ve hurt her. “Are you okay?”

“It hurts. I need you to make it go away.” She shakes as I test her hardened bud. Her body hums under my fingers, demanding more. “Victor, give it to me. I need your touch.”

“Always, my little Dove.”

I drag my tongue along the smooth skin of her neck, grazing my teeth over her pulse. The way she whimpers in my embrace is the stuff men kill for. I'd kill anyone who dares come between us. Swiping across her flesh and then biting lightly, I feel her heartbeat pick up. "Victor." The little plea goes straight to my balls with precision. My queen needs more. She may hate me, but her body doesn't. I'll use everything I can to tame her until she's as docile as a kitten in my arms. I spin her so her ass presses on my cock and my hands run down her middle, lifting my shirt up her legs, revealing the tiny lace panties that I both hate and love at the same time. "Do you want to come for me, mi reina?"

She nods, and I give her a hard slap on her bare pussy. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes, Victor. I want to come," she hums, laying her head on my shoulder.

"What a good wife." I kiss her neck, sucking and marking her skin because I'm a territorial motherfucker with men eager to take what belongs to me all the time. No one will get their hands on my woman. Never.

I pat her folds, loving the sound her wet cunt makes. The sounds we make could be recorded and made album of the year, but I'd never let anyone hear my queen. That sweet melody is just for me.

"I want you ready for me. I want you so close because I’m going to come the second I'm deep inside of you," I breathe out against the shell of her ear.

"Please." I slip a finger into her just enough to feel her lurch forward and pop her ass back, and then I pull them out and suck her sweetness off my fingers. "Viva la reina," I whisper, scooping her up and laying her down on our bed. This is where I should have taken her the first time—devouring her body until she doesn't want to leave and then losing myself deep inside, breeding her, filling her with my heir on our sheets.

I tug at my shirt buttons, hating how long it's taking. Finally able to pull my shirt up over my head, I drop down to kiss her lips. They're soft, plump, eager to feel mine. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling my face closer, moaning as our tongues clash, fighting for our next taste. I have to have more of her honey on my tongue, whipping her pussy into a frenzy before I give her another load. My hand follows my lips as I lick and feel my way to her little slit. It's wet and puffy, waiting for me to give it what it needs. I don't know who's hungrier, but it's my turn to feast. Parting her thighs, I grip her legs and rest them on my shoulders, licking her seam. She moans as I jut my tongue into her wetness, lapping up her cream.

As she shatters and shakes, I rise up and slide into her tight slit, claiming her womb again. I could live inside her sweet depths. I drag myself out and then plunge forward, stretching her. Leaning down, I swipe my tongue across her lips. When she parts them, I thrust it in and deepen the kiss until we’re both too worked up, then I trail my mouth along the column of her neck, sucking and nipping on her heated skin. My muscles tense as I start to lose control. “Dove, I need you to come again so I can fill you up with our baby. I want you to cream on my cock. You’re going to be a good wife and come, right?”

“Yes,” she moans, her nails raking down my back with a pleasurable sting. I growl and take her in a rough kiss, grinding her into the mattress until she screams my name and then I follow her over. Huffing, I pull out of my wife and roll onto my back, lifting her on top of me.

“Time to sleep, mi epsosa.” My heart pounds as I hold her close, breathing in her scent and listening to