23. Emmett #3
“I didn’t break your rules.”
“Our rules!” I counter. “This is our marriage. Our contract. Our rules because we took our vows!”
She gasps.
Unable to resist her, I caress the side of her face, loving the way she’s so tender, so delicate, so fucking mine, but so rebellious in her anger at me that she dared to have Vaughn touch her.
“Our vows?” she whispers.
“You’re mine, Angel.”
Immediately, I rip the damn dress she’s wearing, only to hiss when my eyes land on her half-naked body.
She rushes to cover her bare chest, but I grab both her wrists with one hand and stretch her out, pinning her wrists to the wall.
“Emmett—”
“Let me see,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’m the only one allowed to see you all of you.”
Angel gasps, her expression stunned and aroused. “Emmett, I?—”
I swoop in and seal her lips with mine and kiss her hungrily.
At first, she’s resistant but as soon as my tongue firmly presses against her lips, she lets me in.
With the hand around her waist, I start caressing the side of her body, slowly, with a carnal intent that I can’t keep a leash on anymore.
And then, she’s kissing me back, her arms stretched above her head.
She starts fighting my hold on her wrists, so I release her, and she twines her arms around my neck, her fingers sinking into my hair, gripping tightly.
This right here… this is everything.
Everything in me that’s broken, hanging on the edge, lathered in pain, the conspiracies and schemes of the past, the sickness and agony of my life, my mother, Angel’s grandfather, my father, and everything else… it all melts into nothingness.
Everything seizes to exist, falling into the backdrop as Angel kisses me back with vigor.
Grabbing her hips firmly, I start rocking her body, feeling her slickness on my thigh.
She’s so soaked already, and as soon as I start moving her, I know she won’t last.
I pull back, wanting to see the look on her beautiful face, and she moans, her eyes closed and head pulling back to savor the sensations her body is currently feeling.
Completely captivated, I watch the scandalized and aroused expression on her face.
She steals my heartbeats away.
Always has, but in this moment, in my arms, her body rocking against my thigh… she’s fucking gorgeous.
“You want to lose your virginity? It’ll only be to me,” I state, reaching forward to bite her lip, and her eyes fly open.
She stares at me, her eyes completely dilated with arousal.
“Look at me and don’t you dare look away!” I demand, then I intentionally move her hips so that she grounds her slick sex against my thigh harder, and she moans loudly. “You want to be fucked? You’re only allowed to be touched, sucked, and fucked by me!”
She moans louder, her hips moving faster now of their own volition.
“You belong to me!” I state, grabbing her scrumptious ass cheeks in both my hands and squeeze as I force her down on my thigh.
And just like that, she comes, flying apart with shocking tremors that move through her body with a scream.
Hoisting her body in my arms, I straighten up.
Angel wraps her legs around my waist, holding on to me like a koala bear.
I can’t help but like when she does that.
Without another thought, I place her on the bed.
I follow, spreading her below me, and then I shed my clothes with slow, measured movements because I want to see something.
“You’re hurt!”
“Old wounds,” I lie.
“Emmett.”
“I’m all right. It doesn’t hurt.”
A million thoughts and emotions pass through her face as she looks up at me.
She’s shy, hesitant, but paying close attention, watching everything.
I watch as she bites her bottom lip, and the blood in my veins roars, boiling to a fever pitch.
“Don’t,” I bite out.
“What?”
“Is this what you wanted to do?” I ask instead, not wanting to reveal how much she has me completely at her mercy.
I reach for the white lace panties she’s wearing and start to pull them down as gently as possible, while holding her gaze. “Is this what you imagined when you were reading your smut and moaning my name in your room?”
“I—”
Not waiting for her response, I rip her panties apart.
“All you should’ve done is come to me, baby,” I whisper. I’m going to completely erase every thought, idea, every fucking fantasy she might have had and give her everything beyond all that. “I’d give you anything you want. No one is allowed to fulfill your fantasies but me, do you understand?”
She quickly nods her head, her curly hair fanned out on the sheets like a work of exquisite art.
Will she ever know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?
In this life, will she ever know how I’ve salivated over her like a fucking addict, secretly hiding my desire for her, pushing her away, staying away, punishing myself with hugging her every now and then?
Selfishly savoring the stolen moments, including the ones I intentionally manipulated just to have her as close to me as possible?
Maybe she’ll never know all the insane things I’ve done for her, but I’ll be damned if another asshole has her.
I’m not perfect, and I shouldn’t be doing this at all because I haven’t recovered and we don’t know if the new heart is doing well, but for tonight, and however many nights I have with my wife, I’ll gladly sink into the possibility of us.
Tonight, her desire is my command.
So, I sink two fingers into her tight sex and start to slowly thrust.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, and she nods, gasping for breath. “I want to hear you.”
“Y-yes,” she stutters, and I keep pumping in her, slowly picking up the pace, and she gasps loudly.
“Do you want me?” I watch her closely. I might be a selfish asshole, but there’s a line I’ll never cross, no matter how depraved I might be when it comes to human life. “Do you want me to take you, Angel?”
Her lips part just a bit and I lean down, bringing our faces closer.
“Because when you say it, that’s final,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her again. I just had a small taste, but I already know that if I died kissing her, I’d go happily to wherever my soul deserves to go.
“Tell me, Angel,” I urge. “I’ve waited our entire lives for this. I don’t mind waiting longer if you’re not ready.”
The words flow easily from my lips.
I’m not a saint, nor am I a good guy, but Angel’s safety is nonnegotiable.
“I want you,” she whispers. “I’ve always wanted you…” She trails off, but I hear the unspoken words that have echoed between us.
“Angel, you have me. You’ve always had me… let me have you tonight.”
Her doe brown eyes suck my soul right up. Everywhere my fingers touch, they burn. She’s everything, my wife.
After all, I’m just like her… a virgin who hasn’t had anyone, nor had the desire to if it wasn’t her.
I kiss her again and add a third finger to stretch her.
She’s soaked, her slickness covering my hand, and she’s responsive as fuck, but I’m big and I don’t want to hurt her.
So I take my time prepping her, focusing only on her.
We kiss, and when I pull back to suck her hardened erect nipples, she watches me, her fingers fisting the bed covers.
When I bite her nipple and thrust my fingers in her at the same time, she moans loudly and comes immediately.
Wow!
Needing to see it one more time, I move down her body, feeling an urgency that I can’t conceal.
I need this experience.
I need to see and feel her like this… so I gently spread her thighs and look up at her from between her legs.
“You’re not allowed to move these legs,” I state, and then my tongue is on her clit.
She screams again, but I don’t stop.
I suck, lick, and then bite slightly, growing increasingly addicted to the sweetness.
She screams even louder, her fingers gripping my hair as a powerful shudder moves through her.
She comes so beautifully, her essence flowing hot, sweet, and so fucking inviting that I’m hard beyond reason.
Pre-cum coats the head of my dick.
This has happened in my head a million times before, and I’m in danger now…
“Please, Emmett,” she moans in a sultry tone that messes me up. “Take me. I’m so ready.”
That does it.
I move, hovering over her. I nudge her opening with my dick and slowly coat my length with her cum.
“Hold on to me, baby,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. This will hurt.”
“I just want you,” she whispers huskily, and reaches for my face. Pulling me down, she kisses me. My body goes wild for just this one act of initiative.
She’s as into me as I’m into her.
Senseless, brazen, and out of control.
Slowly, I push in and she gasps, her face contorting in pain.
I stretch over her and then intertwine our fingers above her head and push forward some more.
She flinches, so I stop.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby,” I demand, watching her.
She gazes up at me, her dilated, aroused eyes so fucking captivating, looking like a lake reflecting the full moon. I feel like I’m drowning.
“You,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and low.
“Then you already know that I’ve got you,” I whisper, flexing our interlocked fingers and holding her gaze. “I’ve got you, baby. Breathe with me.”
She nods, looking up at me, and then I brace myself and thrust in fully and when she moans breathlessly, I lose my mind.
“You belong to me!” I speak against her lips as I find a rhythm.
This is not an ideal time to be doing this, but at the same time, there’s a raging need in me that I can’t deny any longer.
I watch every expression on her face, taking her breathing as my cue.
When she wraps her legs around my waist, locking them at the small of my back and moans my name, I think I ascend to Heaven.
The family is on fire, a bloody war is brewing, everyone is waiting for me, but I don’t care.
I give my wife everything, and with all the honor and respect I have, I accept what my wife gives me.
For the first time, our heartbeats match. Where fingers connect, there’s electricity.
Where tongues collide, there’s a flood.
And when she climaxes, the world in me and around me stands still.
I watch, completely enraptured by the look on her face.
Wanting more, I switch angles and rhythm, hitting the spot that makes her moan deeply, as if she can’t help herself.
I make love to my wife until she comes apart with a scream, her neck elongated.
I lean down and bite, unable to resist her, still rolling my hips until she comes yet again.
This time, her leg starts shaking. The shock in her eyes is too much that when my own release approaches, I almost lose the fight but knowing the danger, I quickly pull out and release on her stomach with a guttural groan, my mind frazzled.
After what feels like a while, I look at my wife’s face and just like that, a moment so beautiful shatters instantly.
Guilty and ashamed, I silently get up from the bed and go to the bathroom to wet a towel with warm water and then go back to take care of my wife. Then I take a quick shower.
After I’m done, I run my wife a hot bath, wanting to stay but knowing I don’t have a choice.
“Whenever you’re ready, a hot bath is waiting for you, if you’d like it,” I tell her as I button my shirt, but she’s watching me like a hawk.
I feel it, the massive elephant in the room, and before I can say something, she does.
“What was that?” she asks hoarsely.
“We made love.”
“No, that wasn’t love when you withhold yourself like that.”
Fuck!
“Ange—”
“Are you taking precautions all because of what I want as my term of our agreement?” she presses. “You sick bastard!”
“Baby, that’s not?—"
“Don’t call me that! You give me the best, unimaginable sex of my life and then you just… I’m not asking you for a white picket fence and three and a half bathrooms! I just want my baby and then we’re done!”
“What?” I groan. “All you want is my fucking sperm and then you’re done with me?”
Her eyes are ablaze, but I can see her tense in front of me.
“That’s our agreement.”
“That you give yourself to me with one singular agenda in mind? A fucking child?”
The look in her eyes shatters. I feel bad immediately, but how could she? Wanting to leave me after she gets what she wants?
“Hey, the sex was great! I imagine it doesn’t get any better, but it takes more than sex to make me want you back, Emmett,” she snaps.
Fuck!
She stares at me, as if waiting for me to say something… but that hope in her eyes, that expectation, I just can’t…
“Angel,” I start looking. My wife starts laughing humorlessly.
“You really are a coward,” she seethes. “Give me what I want and let’s part ways!”
I tug my hair, frustrated beyond belief. She’s threatening in ways no one in this world is able to and I don’t know what to do so I try another approach.
“Have you even stopped to consider the dangers of what could happen to the fetus…”
“I don’t need your input!”
She can’t be serious.
“It’s not going to happen!”
She quickly gets up from the bed, naked and so fucking sexy, I’m instantly hard but her eyes are blazing with fire.
“Like hell it won’t! We agreed! You’re not getting out of this!”
I’m livid. At her carelessness, her stupid demand that I can’t meet… Earlier when she kissed me, she was obviously seducing me into doing what she wants!
But before I can reply, there’s a knock at the door.
I give my wife one last look and then turn to leave.
“Emmett!”
“I said it’s not going to happen, Ivy. Think of something else.”
And with that, I slip out of the room, frustrated and enraged.
Partly because she’s being unreasonable, but mostly due to my own incompetence.
I can’t give her what she wants.