He leans down to graze his teeth over that same nipple, and I close my eyes as my body arches into his. “Don’t get me wrong,” he says, releasing my wrists to slide down between my legs. “I don’t mind that sort of manipulation.” He spreads my legs and pushes the nightie up. “I will never tire of fucking my wife.”

He licks.

I bite back a cry and weave my fingers into his dark hair. I know it hurts him when I pull, but he only groans, dips his tongue inside me before finding my clit and sucking, and only when I’m panting, when I’m moments away from coming, does he stop. Does he climb back over my body to settle between my legs, that wicked grin on his face as he keeps his cock just out of reach.

“That’s your punishment for eavesdropping,” he says. “You don’t get to come this morning.”

“I told you I wasn’t eavesdropping,” I say as he straightens and gets off the bed. I see the length of his erection. I know what it’s taking for him to walk away. “Come back to bed, Santiago.” He turns to me. “Finish what you started.” I open my legs and watch his gaze dip down.

I slip my fingers down, and he lets out a low growl.

“Finish what you started, or I will,” I add.

He drags his gaze back to mine and considers, then sets one knee on the bed. “Turn over.”

I look from his eyes down to his hand, which is fisting his cock. He wants there to be no doubt that he is in control. That he’ll have the last word. But he can’t resist. So, I turn over, get up on my knees, and keeping my head between my forearms, I offer myself to him.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he says, voice thick with arousal.

I have just enough time for a victory grin he doesn’t see before he’s got my hips and is sinking himself into me. Within moments, we’re panting, the sounds of sex filling the room as he leans over me. When I turn my cheek into the bed, he pushes the hair from my face. Sweat drops from his temple onto my forehead as my knees give out, and he’s on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows, and I watch him as I feel him push deeper inside me, feel us together, feel us so close.

“I love you,” I blurt out, not even aware I’m doing it until it’s too late, until I hear the words myself.

Santiago falters, losing his rhythm. He looks at me, and I stare back at him. Is that shock on his face? Is he truly shocked?