Chapter 26 Winona Bishop #3
He growls, losing all his inhibitions. The throaty sound repairs something inside me and makes me wetter than I’ve ever been.
“You seduced my mind, then my body, and took control of my soul. Now, I only moan your name when I ache from pain and writhe with desire.” He thrusts into me with the force of a god, getting so deep my eyes roll back. “Look at me,” he rasps.
I crumble beneath the weight of his loving gaze—a mixture of darkness and untamed desire.
His forearm perched on one side to balance him. He grabs my breast roughly, caging my nipple between two fingers and clamping hard until I scream.
I’m an instrument in his skilled hands. He strums and picks at my skin however he likes, composing an erotic melody from my vocal cords.
“Please release my hands.” My pleas go unnoticed. He growls, making his frustrations known. We both want that, and at the same time, we’re turned on like this.
The arousing sounds of our connection fill the room as our skins smack together, bursting with pleasure.
His piercings enhance the sensations of his thrusts as he hits the deepest part inside me.
We take quick, infrequent gasps.
“Even when I touch your body, every inch of it, somehow, it’s not enough. It would never be enough. I want to embrace your soul and fuse it with mine,” Reeve confesses, gazing down at me, his hips slowing their movement.
Our lips crush, devouring the other while he fucks me slow and deep, letting our bodies converse about the past, present, and future.
I shudder against him.
The daylight and downpour surround the tower as Reeve envelops me. I’m safe between his loving arms. I’m exactly where I need to be—home.
His hand slides between our bodies, flicking my nipple and moving down to rub my clit. With every roll of his hips, he buries himself deeper.
My arousal drips between us.
My pussy tingles and convulses around him.
The way he moans when he’s inside me is pure ecstasy; it makes me forget the past. The heartbreak. The sleepless nights. The anger over our uncertain future. Right now, it’s just me and him. Intertwined.
We gasp between kisses.
His scent and touch are all over me, consuming every thought, movement, and sound I make.
He smiles at me before I’m flipped to my stomach, and my knees are pushed up. In one thrust, he’s inside me again, slamming with sheer force.
He shifts from sweet and tender to animalistic in seconds.
Our moans and groans merge into a beautiful symphony.
“Fuck, Baby. You take me so well.” My ass is spanked, and he holds onto my hips. “You have no idea how good you feel.” My hair is pulled back, and a whimper escapes my throat. He pulls me to his chest, thrusting nonstop, and nibbling on my neck.
Moaning with each thrust, he shatters my world again with his heavy pounds, driving into me deeper and deeper. It’s a beautiful intrusion. A pleasurable rapture. A blissful downfall.
My hands are half numb and shaking. “Reeve, I’m coming.”
He growls into my ear, pinches my clit and one nipple between his fingers, and then rubs them in circles until white hot blurs my vision.
My body is buzzing.
Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My scream is so loud that I’m amazed the windows aren’t shattering from the force.
The orgasm ripples through me like a tsunami, mixing with his hot spurts of cum. I ride it for as long as I can. Reeve holds me the entire time because I would have fallen on my face if he hadn’t.
“Yes, I want you full of my cum. Full of my fucking desire for more.” He pulls himself out of my center and slides his cock up my wet slit. “Such a good girl for me.”
The bed frame creaks as my back hits the mattress.
“Careful, we’ll break the bed,” I say dreamily as Reeve climbs on top of me, trailing kisses all over my body.
“That’s the plan.”
I laugh whenever his hair and stubble tickle every bit of skin they touch.
His fingers slip between my thighs again, forcing them apart.
He pushes two fingers inside me and smears our cum on my belly before he licks it slowly.
All the way up until he gets to my mouth.
Heat explodes in my core. I spasm again.
My toes tingle and curl. I part my lips, allowing him to delve inside and share the taste of our mixed cum with me.
He kisses me like every moment is the last. Tongue fucking my mouth and claiming it time and again because it’s never enough.
My heart swells in my chest.
“I will never stop falling in love with you,” he whispers, reaching for the nightstand.
“Me neither.”
He twists the key and unlocks the handcuffs. I rub my sore wrists and trace his taut abdomen that flexes against my fingers.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice as the high gradually fades.
I look up at his pinched eyebrows. “I’m more than okay. I’m home.”
His expression softens immediately, and he rushes to fetch me a glass of water and a warm cloth. He sets it on the nightstand and crawls between my legs. Gently pushing them apart, he cleans me with a radiant smile that proudly shows how much he enjoys it.
“I will always be the one who satisfies every inch of you. And if I don’t, you will tell me what you want from me so I can give it to you.”
“I know,” I assure him, and he nods.
“I’m here,” he kisses my forehead and whispers, “Get some sleep. I’ll stab your nightmares if they find you.”
I grip the silky sheets with the biggest grin.
“I’ll make us breakfast in the meantime. Or lunch? I don’t know what time it is,“ he chuckles sweetly to himself as he jogs downstairs. I close my eyes, shutting out my thoughts and letting his potent scent lull me to sleep.
Water cascades over our naked bodies from the showerhead. The veiny fist by Reeve’s side indicates that he’s trying to tame himself since it’s still our first day together.
Pushing me up against the wall, he throws my legs around his thighs and yanks me up. I loop my limbs around him. My nipple is in his mouth before I even adjust to our position, and I moan at the sharp sting drifting up my body.
He flicks my nipple back and forth, sticking his tongue out and dragging it over it. He cups my other breasts with his large palm, massaging and squeezing roughly.
What began as an innocent shower quickly turned into fucking. We can’t keep our hands off each other. Who can blame us? We were meant to be wrapped in each other’s embrace until the end of time.
He lines his swollen head against my entrance and pushes his cock into me. His pelvis flushes with mine. I drag my nails down his back, and we moan in unison.
His deep moans in my ear make me lose my mind.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoes as steam fogs the glass.
He imprints his cock against my walls over and over again.
I look into his eyes and see the deep pain they hold. I know there’s so much he wants to say, yet he’s afraid to say anything that might make me hate him or push him away, as if that’s even possible.
The pad of my thumb traces the scar on his face. His eyes close before he presses his mouth to my palm.
“I didn’t celebrate your thirtieth birthday, and now you’re thirty-one, almost thirty-two. I missed out on so much,” I whisper.
“It doesn’t matter.” He leans in to press his lips to mine. The kiss is slow. Intense. “We’ll make up for lost time. You’re still the beautiful woman who held my gaze the first time we met and made me feel like I had finally found my home. I felt seen for the very first time.”
My heart races wildly against my ribcage.
He kisses something within me that longs for him, far too long. A hunger that can only be satisfied by him.
“I want to know everything.” I cup his cheeks, and he continues to thrust into me. Deeper. Slower. “I will choose you no matter what. Always.”
“Do you think I won’t kill for you? Do you think I won’t tear people apart if they threaten your safety?
I would rip their hearts out of their chest and shove them deep into their throats to choke on.
” His dark, dangerous expression gazes back at me.
“Maybe I am a monster after all. Maybe I am a weapon. Your weapon. But I’m all those things because I want to protect you.
” A tear trickles down his cheek. “I’m all those things because I love you.
” He wraps his arms around me, fucks me senseless, and I fall apart. “And I refuse to let you go.”
I see fucking stars, and the brightest one is Reeve.
My body quivers, and my mouth opens around a loud cry. It’s ripped from my throat and has me in a chokehold even after it passes, and I’m left with short gasps. The orgasm quakes through me. I open my eyes to see the pleasure written on his face as he shoots his load inside me.
“I don’t want you to let me go,” I say, kissing the tip of his nose, and he grins in return.
“Not gonna.”
“You were my first everything. Was I your first something?” I wonder.
He sighs softly and squeezes my throat. “You were my first everything, too. My first kiss. The only person I made love to. The only one I’ve ever loved.
My only home. But even if you weren’t, you would still be all that matters to me.
” He tugs me to his body’s warmth, ensuring I feel every inch of him.
Our foreheads press against each other as we exchange the air with panted breaths.
We remain like this for a while before he scrubs my body anew and dries me off.
The darkness peeks through the window as we leave the bathroom.
“It stopped raining,” I announce as I walk toward the desk. “We can set up an improvised gun range outside and practice a little,” I wiggle my brows as I turn my cheek to face him, throwing a challenging glance his way when he simply keeps his hungry, hooded eyes on my naked body.
A pause follows as he inches closer, his tall frame towering over me. He runs a hand through his damp locks before cupping my face. “I’m not done with you. This is just the beginning,” he admits shamelessly in my ear.
A grin pulls at my lips as I grip his hips tightly and dig my fingernails into his flesh. “That’s the plan.”
His loving eyes lock onto mine, passion shining like a lighthouse. My very own.
“May I?” He points at my sketchbook. It’s still open, as I left it with my last sketch.
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen it before.”
“Probably,” he flips through the pages until he reaches something near the beginning, which I probably did a long time ago.
I rarely look back at my past work. Still, this sketchbook holds a special place in my heart.
It was a gift from Koy that I received on my eighteenth birthday.
That silly man told me it wasn’t much, but to me, it was plenty.
I can’t even remember what I drew inside because I only used it on special occasions.
He turns the sketchbook around, lining it up with his throat tattoo, and that’s when the words dissolve, leaving me speechless before him.
The moth I sketched for him.
“How?”
“I had a picture of it for years,” he says. “You remember how you wanted a matching tattoo when we married? Well, it looks like we both ended up with a moth tattoo, and we even picked the same spot, even though we couldn’t see each other at the time.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I can see that,” he smiles. “You had dozens of moth sketches taped to the wall when you were in college, but you made that one for me.”
For his birthday, the matching shirts... I chuckle at the sweet memory.
“Coincidence or destiny?” I ask.
“Both. Neither. Maybe it’s just love or intuition. It drives us all crazy, and it gives us superpowers.”
My heart skips a beat, and a soft laugh escapes my lips. He cradles my face in his hands, pulls me closer, and I am quickly pressed against his chest.
I love how our bodies fit together.
“Now, run.”