Chapter 2
Sully Me
ALISTAIR
I can’t believe this woman is my wife.
The curve of her hip, the fullness of her soft breasts and perfect lips, the way her cotton shift drapes from her shoulders—she’s a goddess. Truly.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
My life was monochrome before her. The violence I witnessed as a boy made me turn inward.
It taught me to throw up emotional buffers and guard my heart, because losing someone you love early teaches you that you can lose anyone—even the person you love most—in the blink of an eye.
It doesn’t make for a comfortable existence.
I’ve been ever-vigilant ever since. I know I can’t go through that again.
Of course Ariana came back, but it didn’t reverse the damage it did to either of us. Now when I look at Ivy, I see the woman of my dreams—but that shadow is always there. That quiet foreboding. What if she is taken from me? It would be a loss I could not endure.
Suddenly her breath is warm against my ear, as if I’ve magically conjured her. She smells incredible. I turn and inhale the heat on her neck.
“Do you want to fuck before we go?” she murmurs.
I haul air into my lungs. “The answer to that will never be no.”
She quirks an eyebrow. “But?”
“But I won’t sully you before the main event.”
Ivy gives a quiet, throaty laugh. “What if I want you to sully me?”
I run my fingers slowly up her back, enjoying the way she leans into my touch and the obvious anticipation humming through her.
“No.” I decide to make her wait. A little psychological edging that will pay off for both of us when the time is right.
“Please?” Her eyes glitter, playful but sincere. Her hand slides down to cup my cock, which responds instantly, throbbing against my zipper. “I can beg if you want me to.”
“Save your energy for tonight,” I say. “I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
She’s still not deterred. Her hot palm stays exactly where it is. “I could just go down on you. Just for a minute.”
Tempted, I lock eyes with her and repeat my earlier thought. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
I’m tempted to show her exactly what I mean.