Chapter 27 #2
Drawing back, I am in awe at my wife’s beauty.
Her heavy-lidded eyes blink up at me, lips swollen and craving more.
I catalog this moment, searing it into my memory.
The clean scent of iris and orange, the way my body so easily eclipses her small frame, her touch ghosting up my spine, her shallow inhales, her seductive expression .
. . curious and soft, but also deprived and wanting—how I’ve wanted her for years.
She looks every bit the bride she is, laid out on ivory sheets, my white shirt riding halfway up her stomach, her soft, bare thighs on display and caged around my waist.
Her gaze searches mine. “You’re staring.”
“I’ve waited too long not to,” I rasp. “I’ll look as long as I please.”
Her face warms.
“I finally have you,” I add.
Her skating fingertips pause on my back, and she lightly jabs my shoulder blade. “Don’t be ridiculous. You had me before tonight.”
No, I didn’t. Not like this. Not legally. She’s always been mine, but now there’s paperwork to prove it.
My straining cock is poised at her entrance.
“You haven’t asked if I’m on birth control,” she observes.
I chuckle. “I know your burrito order. Do you think I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not?” What she doesn’t know is that I don’t care.
She blinks up at me, somehow surprised.
“Do you want this?”
She studies me with eyes deep as an ocean. “Of course I do.”
Her answer sends me over the edge; my wife just said I do on our wedding day. The context is irrelevant, I’m not about to get distracted by facts.
Leaning on one elbow, I cradle the back of her neck, squeezing thrice, a gesture to remind her how far we go back, how it’s all led to this.
I drag my palm down her rib cage, savoring the shiver that rolls through her.
The thick head of my cock notches at her entrance, and she braces for more.
I watch her face, searching her gaze as I push inside—slow and reverent.
Her breath catches, halting the way her chest rises and falls with anticipation as she focuses on the sensation.
I pause halfway, then plunge deeper, making her take the full length and loving the way her lips part.
“Logan,” she sighs.
I’m possessive of her—every utterance of my name, every muffled moan, every raw scream is mine now. She belongs to me, even if she doesn’t fully understand how yet.
Her thighs tremble. She stiffens her muscles, as if trying to dampen the tremors.
“Let me feel you shake.” My hand glides from her waist to her hips to under her thigh.
She relaxes, easing the tension, and her knees quiver against my sides. A rosy hue blooms on her cheeks—fuck, I love when she blushes. There’s something so sexy about seeing this woman shy and nervous.
She’s one of the strongest, most outgoing women I know, yet she completely submits under me. I pull out and thrust in again; her sounds are angelic.
“Just like that,” I coax.
Every caress is met with another round of shakes. I grip her flesh, driving inside again and again, and she arches her back.
Sitting on the balls of my feet, I rest her legs on my shoulders and her white shirt rides up as I watch my length disappear into her.
“Every inch of me was made to fuck you exactly like this.”
“Maybe I was made for you too,” she says, her voice breathy.
Fuck. Clutching the white shirt collar, I tear it open, the sound of ripping fabric echoing around us. She startles and then laughs.
“Show me how your pretty pierced tits bounce when I pound into you.”
Her grin splits her face. “So savage,” she purrs.
“For you I am,” I pant, snapping my hips into her. “Do you like having that control over me?”
“I love it.”
I draw her into my chest, pressing my teeth into her shoulder, and roll us, putting her on top of me.
She yelps at the brief bite of pain, then steadies herself, letting the remains of my tattered shirt fall from her delicate frame.
Planting her palms on my chest, she grinds on my cock, every movement languid and unhurried as she teases me.
This is a punishment, she’s purposefully torturing me, and I’m relishing every second.
Her hips lazily roll, and I can’t take my sight off her body. “How’s this?” she taunts. The ache inside me grows. I want her bouncing on my dick and crying my name. I’m fucking greedy. “Why so quiet, Logan?”
I shake my head, grinning at her adorable, na?ve display of boldness. “Goddamn it, Kelly.”
My hands find her soft hips, and I grip the flesh before gliding over her ass, lifting a palm and striking down with a loud clap. She yelps, her pussy throttling me. I’m obsessed with this woman.
“Aw, Chaos. You think you can play me, huh?”
She retreats, letting me slip out. Without blinking, I clasp each of her nipple piercings and tug her forward. “Sweetheart, I’ve been practicing. I’ve been celibate for three goddamn years waiting to fuck you—”
She gasps, eyes wide.
I haven’t dated, how is this a surprise? Either way, it makes me smile. “That’s right. You can mess with me all you want, but you’ll lose control long before I do. I’m better at this than you.”
“You weren’t the only one who had to keep their hands to themselves.” she says, hovering above me.
I smirk. “Is that what you did, Chaos? Think about how I’d fuck you, then go home and keep your hands to yourself?” I flick her piercings. The need to grab her and impale her on my cock has my fingers twitching.
“Sometimes,” she admits.
Fucking hell. I want to see that.
“Were you secretly my filthy girl behind closed doors? Did you ever picture my face while you were being fucked by other men? You did, didn’t you?”
Her lips part, and she moans. I quirk a brow. Interesting.
“You moaned without me touching you.”
Her face burns crimson. Her coy demeanor is irresistible.
“Why are you blushing?” I grin wider, savoring the surrender of her body.
“Are you embarrassed by how often you got off to the image of me fucking you when we were just friends or is it because I can make you whimper with my words? See, I control you too, Chaos . . . I have since that first filthy thought of me crossed your mind. Have you always been this easy to manipulate, or is it me? Are you so impatient to be my slut already?”
She rolls her lips together, not wanting to admit it, but she can’t keep secrets from me.
“Your cunt is a dripping mess. Every shallow breath is begging me to finish you off.”
She’s practically panting. She can lie to herself, but the way her body begs says everything.
“You’re just aching to come on my fat cock, aren’t you?”
Using my knuckles, I brush the underside of her breasts and travel down her stomach. Lower and lower. She doesn’t push me away as my thumb drifts between her slick folds, and her legs start to shake again, lashes fluttering. “So fucking wet. Such a desperate girl.”
I press my thumb to her clit, and she rolls her hips. She’s losing her nerve. Christ, she’ll be humping the air to get off any minute. My dick jerks in anticipation. “Is this what you need?”
She sighs, lowering herself and letting her head fall back as she rocks against my cock with abandon.
“Oh, Chaos . . . Does this pussy need to come?”
Kelly’s noises are so sexy.
“Come on, you can tell me.”
She glances at me with big pleading eyes. Normally, they would be enough to drown me, but not tonight. I shove her off me, flipping her onto her back, and stuff my entire length inside. She cries for mercy, but she won’t find any from her husband.
“Too fucking bad.” My hand wraps around her throat, and I fuck her with long, deep strokes. “Now it’s your turn to wait.”
Her cries are so lovely when they’re caught in between gasps for air.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To provoke me on purpose? You’ve got a smart mouth and a weakness for the way I fill your cunt. What a dangerous little combination.”
She merely sobs in response. Overstimulated Kelly is so fucking hot.
“You know what I used to think about? Fucking you in the shop.” I pump into her steady and rough.
“In front of Thor and Casper, in front of clients, but mostly in front of your boyfriends—I fantasized about forcing them to watch me break you in ways they couldn’t.
I wanted everyone to see Black Rabbit’s legacy turn into my needy little slut who cries and begs.
They all saw your strength, but I wanted them to see the surrender in your eyes as they rolled back. ”
Her lips part as she hangs on every word.
“I wanted the darkest parts of you. The side you hid from them.”
Her gaze fills with tears, with the raw vulnerability of finally being seen.
Kelly is a kind, sweet, bubbly ray of sunshine—she was raised to be all these things.
But there are parts of her the sun’s warm rays can’t reach .
. . and that’s something we have in common.
It’s why we’ve always been drawn to each other.
She thinks it’s fate, but it’s familiarity.
The depraved parts of me live in her too.
I’ve caught glimpses of them, but she hides hers better than I do.
She arches her back, pushing her chest toward me. I tuck my chin to bite her shoulder.
“Don’t stop!”
I chuckle at her helpless plea, digging my teeth deeper. “But more than anything, I wanted you to be mine.”
Kelly blinks up at me, finally focusing. “I’m yours.”
I drop my mouth to hers, and she nips my lower lip, tugging it until it releases from her teeth. Those two words form a lump in my throat. Fuck, I need to get it together. I concentrate on her warm breath on my skin as she unravels.
“I’m going to come.” Her voice trembles. “Come with me . . . please?”
Her request has me smiling. “Anything for you.”
My vision tunnels as she tenses beneath me—there she is.
“Hold it,” I warn. “Keep it right there for me, pretty girl. You come when I say.”
Heat builds low and fierce. I slow each thrust as we’re swallowed up by the wave, lost in each other. With shaking thighs, she pants.
“Now.”
She exhales hard, her release choking my cock, and the feel of her pulsing around me is all it takes. I lock down, buried deep, forcing her to take everything I have as pleasure rips through me. The release of spilling inside her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
My name sounds like a prayer when she comes. I pull all the way out and inch back in—she matches my movement, drawing out her orgasm. It feels so . . . right.
She’s ruined me. Any lingering guilt from forging her name earlier is gone. This was inevitable. Knowing it’s done helps me sleep at night.
When her body softens, I draw back so I can see her more clearly. Her silky hair is disheveled and fanned out over the pillow. She looks up through her lashes with glazed-over bedroom eyes. Her lips swollen and bruised, that gorgeous face wrecked and radiant—glowing from ecstasy.
My wife.
Unreal.
I set the tea on her nightstand, honey for her and lemon for me. She’s curled up in bed, with wild hair, soft eyes, and freshly fucked bliss still warm on her cheeks.
That wasn’t just sex, it was our beginning.
She just doesn’t know it yet. I settle in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and folding her into my chest. She fits so perfectly, beyond what’s physical.
I press my lips to her shoulder, echoing her words.
“I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”
She sighs contently, tea forgotten on the nightstand.
“Was it everything you imagined?” she asks.
“So much more.”
But she doesn’t know why. She has no idea what she just gave me.
What we just did. She doesn’t know she just fucked her husband for the first time and consummated a marriage I made happen without her knowledge because it was the only way to make her untouchable.
However, it wasn’t just about protecting her, it was about making her my wife and sinking my teeth in before anyone else got the chance.
I should feel guilty, and there is a small part of me that does, but it’s like a tiny knot in a long strand of thread. What I feel is full and fucking alive, because everything I care about is curled up in a white sheet and breathing heavily in my arms.
She told me she was mine.