Epilogue #2
‘God, I love you.’ I planted a kiss on his mouth before pinching an exposed nipple, making him growl.
‘We could rent the manor house,’ he said, feeding his fingers into my hair and gently tugging it by the nape, which sent shivers of need through me. ‘They do weddings. And I hear Henry is a beast with the florals and shit.’
‘Or…’ I traced circles through his light chest hair.
‘We could keep it small and do it here? In the barrel room, back at the scene of our first meeting. A butt load of fairy lights, and a homemade cake. Dancing and dramming and not spending wild amounts to belong to each other. Sure, Meowrse will probably knock over a centrepiece, and we’ll need to glue Jim to his chair, but it would be so lovely.
If you don’t mind being married at work, I guess. ’
The way his eyes softened undid me. ‘You wouldn’t mind? It would be perfect. Although you’ll likely have to deal with Isla as a wedding coordinator, and that could be…’
‘Interesting.’
Owen leaned over me, grabbing a handful of long red ribbons, abandoned from one of Henry’s elaborate gifts, and wrapped them around my wrists.
The soft sating stole by breath as he tugged it tight, maintaining eye contact the entire time he looped and tied.
‘I’ve never fucked a fiancée,’ he whispered, his eyes darkening as he tossed the blanket off of me. The light chill crept over my skin, lifting goosepimples in its wake.
Owen kissed me in his unhurried way, one hand firm at the back of my neck and the other pinning my hands above my head, against the blankets.
He traced his fingertips over me, from collarbone to thighs, and swept back up to taunt my nipples.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured before fitting his hot mouth over the pebbled flesh. I groaned and writhed beneath his touch, losing myself in flicks of his tongue.
When he moved again, I split my tights, hoping he’d slip between them.
‘Let me look at you.’
Owen knelt up, the firelight dancing over his thick arms. The graze of his eyes was heavy enough that I could almost feel it dancing over my skin.
‘Spread them wide,’ he demanded, his voice growing gruffer as the blood relocated to his hardening cock.
I did.
It sent a deviant thrill through me to see him hungrily devour me with his eyes. MY breath came quicker as he lay back down beside me, still eating me up with those green eyes.
Eventually, he dragged one finger tip down my throat, pausing when I tipped my head back and moaned.
‘Such a pretty thing. I love the way you react to my touch. The way you whimper and gasp.’
‘Please, give me my gift.’
Owen pressed a hand against his solid cock, and stroked it against my thigh. ‘I should have bought a diamond-encrusted cock ring, being that my girl loves to be filled up good and tight.’
A flush heated my cheeks, but I didn’t deny it. I noted down a diamond-encrusted cock ring for his birthday in my mind.
‘I love it when you fuck me. So how about getting to it?’
He gave a dark and amused laugh before stroking himself harder, my eyes bugging at the swollen tip, so red and full.
Gimme.
‘Perhaps I’ll just brand you with my cum tonight, leave you all hot and desperate until morning. You do look like the sweetest gift wrapped up in those ribbons.
‘So help me god, if you won’t give it to me, I’m climbing up and taking it.’
Owen forced my mouth to his, stopping just shy of kissing.
‘You’re getting a little chopsy, Brat. Do you need a spanking?’
I shook my head. Not that night. I needed his thick fingers and to be toyed with. ‘No. I need you inside me.’
‘Like this?’ Owen asked, sliding his palm down my stomach and lower, until two fingers found my heat. I arched like a cat in heat and moaned.
But Owen was in no rush.
‘I love seeing you so needy. Arching your back and wriggling these hips for more, you greedy girl.’
He didn’t hurry. He never did when we had the luxury of time. It was like Owen was some sort of pleasure vampire, but rather than stealing pleasure, the more he inflicted, the more powerful he grew.
And the fucker knew it.
‘That’s it,’ he coached softly. His thumb circled my tortured flesh, while two fingers stroked my inside walls until I quaked with need. ‘Take it all, my love. Show me how badly you need this. There, oh that’s the spot, isn’t it?’
‘Yessss,’ I hissed as he added a thick finger, my vision blurring at the stretch.
‘You’re shaking, darling.’
‘Owen,’ I whimpered, not an ounce of dignity in my plea. The world narrowed to Owen and those devil-wicked fingers of his.
‘What do you want?’ His teeth grazed my throat as he spoke. ‘Tell me.’
‘I want you inside me.’
‘I am inside you.’ Owen curled his fingers, and a rolling pleasure knotted deep inside. ‘Can’t you feel me?’
‘Give me your damned cock already.’
He looked at me like I’d grown two heads. ‘Is that the way to ask, city girl?’
‘Please,’ I said, my cheeks heating and my body writhing. ‘Please!’
‘Please what?’
‘Please stop being such a fucking tease and fuck me, Sir.’
He didn’t let me finish, even as my dirty request drew me closer to the edge. I adored it when he made me beg. Sexually.
He pushed another finger into me, deep, enough to add a delicious sting to our game. ‘My wife-to-be.’
The phrase ripped through me, and I clenched around his fingers, the ribbon biting at my wrists. He kept me right there on the edge, stilling his hand as I rocked and cursed and begged for him to give me more.
‘My sweet wife-to-be, so hungry for a fat cock to fill her pretty pussy.’
I whimpered as I moved, trying to find friction against his arm. I failed.
He was taking too long.
An absolute sexual menace.
Thankfully, I knew the orgasms that I had after a good bout of teasing were ten times stronger.
But I’d had enough. The moment he lifted his hands from pinning my ribboned wrists, I flipped over and knocked him onto his back. He laughed in delight at my sudden usurping him.
Without delay, I fitted him against my wet heat, smiling as his mouth slackened.
‘Bossy,’ he said, his hands settling on my hips.
I braced my tied hands against his chest and grinned down at him as I slipped his swollen tip inside me, before slamming down to the hilt. The first stretch of every sex session was pure bliss. Every single prt of me hummed with need as I processed the sudden fullness.
‘My husband-to-be.’ I underlined each word with a roll of my hips. ‘Now be a good boy and make me fucking scream.’
He made a strangled sound as his eyes hooded with lust.
And obeyed. Gripping my hips with a punishingly tight hold, he thrust up into me. I took what I wanted, grinding down and rubbing my clit against his mons pubis. When I grew close, he’d still my hips and hold me high, only giving me his tip as I cursed him.
His praise roughened as his own pleasure knotted.
‘God, you take my cock so well, Claire. Look how it splits that hot cunt. I feel you twitching already, demanding I fill you up, huh?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned.
The tree lights threw constellations on the ceiling as we found a rhythm that had us both panting in an animalistic frenzy.
I came with my hands flat on his chest, still tied tightly, and his name in my mouth. The second I tipped over the edge, he rolled us over, never missing a stroke as he fucked me without mercy, rolling me from one orgasm straight into another.
‘Take.’ Thrust. ‘It.’ Thrust. ‘All.’
I lost all sense as his muscles knotted against me, his orgasm ripping from him and filling me with heat.
We collapsed in a heap of blankets and ribbon and seasonal ruin. All hot breath and sweet sighs.
‘Filthy woman,’ he said, kissing my neck.
‘Your filthy woman,’ I added.
The fire crackled as he slid out of me, untying my wrists and kissing me until I was halfway to horny again. We lay in our nest of blankets, sweaty and glowing as the wind stepped up outside. I let the ring bite into my palm, needing to feel his promise.
‘Merry Christmas, Owen,’ I murmured.
‘Merry Christmas, my love,’ he said, and tucked me closer.