8. ~ Chapter Eight ~
~ Chapter Eight ~
T revor
I stared at her, as she stood before the bed in nothing but a white, sexy, negligée. To say the last two weeks were crazy and insane, would be an understatement.
Sure, there had been dates, moments of time to get to know this smart, beautiful, spell binding, and enchanting siren, all which did nothing to dimmer the inflation and obsession I had with her.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, taking her hand and placing it on my chest.
Fuck, that statement alone had me almost dropping to my knees.
I wasn’t sure what I ever did to deserve her, but I knew I would do everything in my power to keep her.
“And you’re mine.” She slid her hands up over my pecs, over my shoulders, and then wrapped them around my neck, drawing me closer. Her lips captured mine and though I would love to have discussed the beautiful wedding and amazing reception and how she managed to plan it all, her lips, her body, her very heart, were demanding all I had to give, and believe me, I was okay with that.
My arms encircled her waist, pressing her even tighter against me. With ease, I lifted her up, grinning into the kiss as her legs wrapped around my hips and laid her back on the bed. I broke the intense kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw, her shoulder, pulling the thin strap away.
“Do you want to know the first thing I thought when I saw you?” I asked as I moved my lips to the other side, taking that strap down as well.
“What?”
“What would really happen if I found the darkest corner of the house and tasted every inch of you. I didn’t want anything beyond that.” With that, I leaned down, swirling my tongue around a dark nipple, slowly drawing into my mouth.
She arched up, her fingers entangling in my hair as she moaned.
“You do know you can do that now. Whenever you like?”
“Oh, believe me Siren, I know. The band on my finger that matches yours says I can.” I tugged hard on her nipple, loving how she gasped at that. “Huh, like a little pain, I see.”
“Always brings more pleasure.”
“I must show you all my goodies back home.” I gave her a wink as I worked the material over her legs and then tossed it aside. “Holy shit,” I whispered as I settled between her legs. She had nothing on and was wet and waiting for me.
“These past weeks, all the teasing and foreplay, please end it for me.” Her moan was music to my ears and her breathless pleas had me harder than ever.
“It’s been torture for me too.”
And it had.
That was no lie.
Since we had gotten engaged and broke the news, she might have been sleeping in my bed, might have kissed and cuddled me every night, but I wasn’t going to touch her till tonight. She didn’t like it, but I would make this night, this moment, as special as I could.
And being totally honest, touching, tasting, and having my way with her was my only goal right now.
I watched her as I peppered kisses along her thighs before pushing her legs wider, then threw them over my shoulders. I spread her lips, inhaling her scent and shivered at the sweetness there.
This would always be my heaven; she would always be my saving grace. How I knew that after such a short time, I didn’t know, but being with her, it felt right, perfect even.
I kept my eyes locked on her as I slid my tongue over her, smirking as her fingers dug into my hair and a pure cry of pleasure erupted from her lips.
Yup, my heaven indeed.
In fascination, I watched her as I slipped my tongue over her clit and then drew it in my mouth, tugging on it. She was making me so hard. In fact, with just the right pressure, I had no doubt I would come in my pants like a damn teenager all over again.
“That’s it, I feel how tight you are,” I breathed against her, slipping my finger into her. Her nails scraped along my scalp as I tugged on her clit once more, causing her juices to flow.
Never had any time been so good.
And never had I had anything so delicious.
Lucia
With lust-filled dazed eyes, I watched him as he watched me. His lips glistened with my release, and I lost whatever little reserve I even had left.
I shifted so fast, pushing him back on his back as I captured his lips, my tongue mixing with his, and tasting myself.
Even though I just had an Earth-shattering release, I was gearing up for round two. And I owed it all to this man. He would always push me to the edge, always make me want him, always hold some power over me. And you know what?
I didn’t fucking mind.
Not one little bit.
“Shit, Lucia,” he muttered, finally breaking the kiss. But I sure wasn’t giving him time to pull away. I kissed along his jaw, and nibbled my way down his neck, feeling his chest against mine. “I wanted to treasure you, take things slow.”
I pulled back to look at him as I undid the buttons on his shirt.
“What makes you think that’s what I wanted?”
“Lucia, it’s our wedding night, it should be special.” He reached up to push a piece of hair behind my ear and though I found it sweet, along with his sentiment, I didn’t need slow to make our night special.
“Don’t worry, it will be special. And we have many nights, and days, in the future that slow will work.” I leaned down, smiling as I kissed the freckles over his chest. “But, Husband, slow is not what I want.”
He growled, easily flipping us back over and stared down at me.
“Say it again.”
I locked my legs around his hips and pulled his hard dick against my dripping pussy.
“Fuck me, Husband.”
“I never knew a title could undo me. You don’t know what you’re asking for, Wife.”
“Show me.” With that, he leaned up to push his pants down and we both looked down at his leaking cock. “He needs some relief.”
“You bet he fucking does. Damn Siren.” With that, he kissed me so passionately, so fully, that I didn’t even notice how he settled right over me and then drove deep into me, making my body hum with such burning desire.
I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he shuddered against me.
“Shit, you feel so good, Lucia. You’re so wet, so tight, I’m never leaving this home again.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled him down for another kiss before pushing my hips against him, needing him to move.
How had love making even been so full and so fulfilling? He was sweet, tentative, hitting all the spots I needed and finding new ones. But he was also endearing with his words, his actions, and his laughter.
He was my better half and I’m glad I found him. Sure, it might not have been the best of roads to go down, but I didn’t regret it, I would never regret it.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered as he kissed along my neck.
“How you’re my better half. Scary to think about after such a short time, I know.”
He paused as he looked down at me and slowly shook his head.
“Not scary because I feel the same way. Even if we come from different families, you’re so it for me, Lucia. You truly are my Siren, calling me to live all my life for you.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. This wasn’t just sweet pillow talk; this was the truth between us. I pulled him in for another kiss as I arched upward, squeezing him. He moaned into my mouth and started pumping faster, harder. I had no choice but to hold onto him, letting him control my body.
“Husband, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Wife. Let me feel you coat my dick like you coated my tongue.”
That was it. Dirty words never did anything for me. But with him, I was finding out a lot of things about myself. And dirty talk was a thing.
“Trevor, that’s it. Yes!” I cried out as I clenched him tightly, making him stop for a second, only to feel him come deep inside me.
“Holy….shit. I…didn’t mean…to do that.”
I smiled as I closed my eyes, holding him tight to my heart. I had no doubt there would be a lot of “not meant to do that’s”, and with this man, I was here for all of them.