Chapter 26 Winona Bishop
Chapter twenty-six
Winona Bishop
Constellations — Jade LeMac
I stare at the waves of doubt, gazing back at me, mirroring my drifting thoughts in his eyes.
Those eyes—an ocean I longed for, a land to prod my feet into its creamy sand, a melody reverberating in the air around us. Those eyes are buried deep in my soul to forget.
I take his offered hand and stand up on my bare feet. The floor feels cold yet comforting. His chest rises and falls as he fights the wild urge to grab me and take me right here.
His willpower is stronger than mine.
“You will drown if I take a step farther,” I reply.
“I’ve already drowned.”
Hunger flickers in his longing eyes.
I step forward, closing the distance between us. “Then teach me how to breathe underwater.”
“We always knew how to breathe underwater.” Hearing the words fall from his lips brings a sense of resolution. “We can submerge peacefully now.”
I let it sink in for a moment before I cup his face and pull him down for a kiss.
His tongue swipes across my lips before he delves into my mouth.
He brings his hand to the back of my head and fists my hair as he angles our mouths into the position he desires.
The kiss is passionate, carnal, sweet, and unmistakably ours.
Heat pulses through my limbs, tickling down my core.
My disturbing thoughts fade away.
Bursts of electricity race through me as his smile grows against my lips. It’s him—no one else.
He gently tugs on my bottom lip, slightly squeezing it between his teeth.
Gazing into my eyes, he sticks his tongue out and swirls it along my lips.
I savor his taste, letting it pulse through me, just like all those times he kissed me.
It’s as if he rewires my body, my head, and my heart like no other.
“Suck,” he motions to his tongue, wrapping his arms around me and palming my ass hungrily.
I wrap my lips around it and hollow my cheeks.
Producing a gentle sound that causes my body to tingle, “Mmm,” he groans, and I hum in response to the heady sensation.
Sparks fly around us and behind my eyes when I squeeze them tightly.
He brushes my hair to the side of my neck before pulling away from my lips and gently nipping at my collarbone. Red marks form as he presses his lips and teeth against my sensitive skin.
“Mine,” he whispers, then licks my new souvenirs. “I’ll make all the pain go away, just like you purged mine.”
My eyes land on the tall mirror behind him, watching him play with me.
His finger skims over my underwear, rubbing the wet spot that formed on the thin fabric.
He instantly smirks, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.
His fingers travel up to the waistband, caressing my soft skin and dipping under it until he finds my clit.
Little circles. Soft touch. I start moaning as his finger slips down my slit, collecting my arousal and returning to rub my clit.
He presses it harder, applying more pressure.
His taste dissolves, but then he kisses me once more.
Biting down on my lip, he sucks it into his mouth.
My breath hitches as he slides two long fingers into my heat.
I hum into his mouth. Slowly, he eases them deeper.
The heel of his palm works on my clit as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, curling them deep inside me in a “come here” motion. My toes flex and curl uncontrollably.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers in a low, seductive tone, then growls in my ear. That alone mutes my thoughts.
“I may have touched myself when you were asleep, too.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhmmm,” I confirm.
“Your walls welcome me in, telling me how much you missed me.”
“Yes. With every piece of my heart.”
“That’s what my horny wife wants, to be fucked? I need to hear your safe word, Baby.”
He quickly tears off my underwear before grabbing the knife from the table and ripping my shirt in half. The cold metal presses against my skin as the fabric falls to my feet.
Naked, I stand before his captivated gaze with an admiring grin.
I missed that look.
Those starry eyes gaze down at me as if I were their dark sky.
“Moth,” I answer.
Metal locks around my wrists. “If you get out of these cuffs again, you’ll be seriously punished,” he warns.
I’ll take that as a suggestion.
He wraps an arm around my back possessively, pulling my cuffed hand behind my back and pushing me forward gently as he strides toward the balcony. Pinned against the glass, he spreads my legs apart with his knee, keeping them separated as his fingers slip between my thighs and inside me again.
He doesn’t go all the way in.
I count eight quick thrusts, and then the ninth goes slower, longer, all the way in. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Chills surge through me. He seizes the moment to bite down on the shell of my ear.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I hum in approval.
He brings our cuffed hands to my breasts, showing me the knife he holds in his hand, and slowly glides the cool blade over my nipple, up my neck, and stops under my chin.
My hand dangles in response to his movements, like a puppet operated by its master’s string.
“You couldn’t wait to be punished, huh?”
“If it serves me well, why not?”
“I know my wife too well.” He uses the same thrust method repeatedly. Eight quick thrusts. Then a slow, deep thrust.
The recipe for an Instant brain fog.
My free hand glides around his back, fingernails denting his skin and leaving crescent marks as the tingling sensation intensifies.
Dropping the knife to the floor, it echoes through the room as he wraps his now free hand around my throat, trailing his forefinger along my jaw. “Good. Take it before I stretch you with my studded cock.”
I completely forgot that he has a mouth-watering surprise in his pants. “Please, I want you.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg. Do you trust me?” he asks, sounding more vulnerable than before.
I open my eyes and look into his. “Make me trust you.”
With a quick nod, he spins me around and slams me face-first into the glass, inserting the two fingers with my arousal back into my center.
My puckered nipples press against the cool surface, craving the friction of his touch.
My back curves as he drags his tongue up my spine, wetting my heated flesh up to my nape.
My short breaths create steam trails on the glass.
I whimper at his rough kisses just before he sinks his teeth into my earlobe like a savage animal, bruising my sensitive skin, and licking it to soothe me.
A harsh slap lands on my ass.
Once.
Twice.
The sweet sting registers as I clench around his fingers.
Bulge pressed against my back, one hand sliding around the side of my face, holding me in place while he continues to plunge into me with the other. Nonstop.
I dig my black-painted nails into his wrist, feeling his pulse ticking wildly. I feel so alive when I’m around him. Everything clicks again. Every part of this man can bring me to my knees, and I will stay there to worship him right back.
He drags his thumb over my bottom lip and says, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re the only one I want.” Two fingers tap against my mouth. “Wide open.” They slip past my parted lips, and I suck them in.
The intense sensation of feeling him work my body from both ends has me quivering.
“Just like that, my little fuck toy, you will forget everything today. Maybe your name, even. But you will definitely scream mine.” Reeve’s words against my ear tighten the knots in my core as the sweet torture continues.
My walls convulse around his fingers, clutching them tightly, loving the feel of him.
I swirl my tongue around the two fingers in my mouth, gagging on them as he pushes them toward the back of my throat. Drool drips from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin and onto my chest.
My clit pulses rapidly against the heel of his palm.
A drawn-out moan escapes me.
“That’s it. You want me to control you. Own you. Feel you with my love because I’m the only one for you.”
I hum my reply.
“Next time it’ll be my cock slapping against your clit, ramming inside that perfect, needy pussy.”
“Yes…”
“Take it, Baby.” He lets a third finger slip into me. “Rock your hips, and fuck me back.”
I move my hips to the rhythm of his thrusts, feeling him hardening more behind me.
This version of Reeve is a mixture of the old and the new.
It’s more dangerous and lethal, yet it retains the same softness and heart I’ve fallen for so many times.
I’m equally thrilled to explore it and terrified of the consequences.
He’s seen things he conceals deep in his heart.
What if I can’t reach him? I don’t want to disappoint him.
“Stop thinking,” he orders. I’d assume he can read minds if I didn’t know better. Plain and simple, he understands me. “I’m right here. Focus on me and the pleasure I give you.”
I’m torn between the smooth movement of his hands exploring me and the relentless flow of thoughts.
His fingers pull away from my mouth and fist my hair, giving it a firm tug. A whimper escapes my lips. Reeve clasps his fingers around my throat, one after the other. Their warmth grounds me once more as I lean my head back against him.
“Am I enough?” I moan the words as the cusp of an orgasm nears.
“You’re everything,” he breathes into my ear, the sound like a seductive melody. “Look at my hand.”
I glance at the one around my throat, and he shows me his hand necklace tattoo—my wife.
“It’s tattooed on both hands just in case,” he adds with a hint of a smirk.
Tingles course through my body, sparking a fierce storm inside that is ready to explode.
My toes wiggle.