Chapter 23 #2
He kissed her then, slowly, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as if he could drink in her very soul.
Their first joining was tender—a dance of whispered endearments and soft sighs. He entered her with aching slowness, his forehead pressed to hers as he murmured praise against her skin. “Mine. Always mine.”
Sienna cradled his face between her palms. “And you’re my miracle. My safe harbor. My home. My forever love.”
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythm unhurried and sacred. The night air carried their voices—her breathy moans and his low growls of approval—as they lost themselves in each other.
Crone was a patient man. But even patience had its limits. The first orgasm left her trembling, her body boneless against the sheets. Crone kissed her through it, his hands gentle as he soothed her down from the high.
Then he smiled, a dark and possessive expression that caused her pulse to visibly flutter with anticipation.
“My turn.” His voice dropped into a low, commanding tone aimed at making her shiver. Before she could react, he flipped her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips to pull her up onto her knees. He pressed her chest down into the mattress as his body covered hers from behind.
“Crone—”
“Quiet,” he ordered, his palm coming down in a sharp smack against her ass. She yelped at the sting then bit her lip to stifle a moan. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to. Understand?”
She nodded frantically, her fingers clutching at the sheets.
“Good girl.”
A shudder of pleasure followed his praise as she yielded herself to him. He chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the reddened skin of her ass before dipping between her thighs.
“So wet for me.” His growl trumpeted through the quiet mountain air. “Even after I’ve already had you once. Such a greedy little wife.”
She whimpered as his fingers circled her clit, her hips rocking back against his touch. He denied her, pulling away just as she neared the edge.
“Not yet,” he growled. “You don’t come until I say so.”
“Not fair,” she groaned in frustration, but the sound cut off into a sharp gulp as he thrust into her without warning. His grip on her hips was bruising, his pace relentless as he settled in a rhythm of deep, punishing strokes.
“Fuck, love,” he gritted out, his voice rough with need. “You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect…. So, mine.”
Sienna could only whimper in response, her body already coiling tight around his cock. He reached around to toggle her clit.
“Come for me, wife.” The words had barely left his lips when she shattered beneath him with a broken wail tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down around him in a rippling pull that dragged a hoarse sound from his own chest. The velvet spasms rolled along his length in hot rhythmic waves, each one squeezing tighter than the last, wringing him so sweetly he nearly lost himself.
Crone gritted his teeth and rode her through it, his hips driving harder into her slick, fluttering heat, the wet slap of their bodies and her breathless little cries feeding the fire coiling tight at the base of his spine.
One more thrust, two, and the coil snapped.
His release crashed through him in a searing rush, pulsing out of him in thick heavy spills deep inside her.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as his vision whitened at the edges.
He collapsed over her with his chest heaving against the sweat-damp silk of her back and pressed hot open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her shoulder while aftershocks still shivered through him.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then, with a slow exhale, he rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so she was sprawled half over his chest.
“Finally, mine,” he murmured, tracing lazy patterns on her skin.
Sienna smiled, her heart full to bursting. “Yours,” she agreed as she pressed a tender kiss to his collarbone.
Later, wrapped in each other’s arms under the canopy of stars, Sienna stretched lazily. “I never knew it could be like this.”
“Like what, love?”
“So... complete. Like every broken piece inside me has finally found its match in you.”
His arms tightened around her. “That’s because we were made for each other. Two halves of the same whole.”
They drifted to sleep as the moon sailed overhead, their hearts beating in perfect synchronicity, their love as boundless as the star-filled sky above.
Sienna
Two months later, late October, The Hope Winery
Firelight danced across the den’s exposed wooden beams, casting warm shadows on the stone walls.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, snow-capped mountains painted the horizon in shades of purple and blue.
The room was the heart of their new home, cozy yet elegant, with plush leather furniture and richly colored rugs scattered across hardwood floors.
Sienna cradled Hope as she took her bottle, those tiny hands reaching up to pat her face. Dark eyes, so like Milly’s, gazed up with complete trust and adoration. Hope’s soft coos filled the quiet room as she drank, her little personality already shining through in every expression.
The love that filled Sienna’s heart for this precious girl defied description.
Being Hope’s mother was as natural as breathing, as if this was always meant to be.
She and Crone had found such joy in every special moment, and Sienna’s camera was always on hand to crystalize each one.
It was how she had captured Hopes first smile, and the gorgeous photo of Crone falling asleep in the rocking chair with her on his chest after a tired midnight feeding.
Her heart clenched every time her tiny fingers curled around theirs.
Crone entered, dropping kisses on both their foreheads. “My two favorite ladies.”
“How’s your day been?” Sienna asked, adjusting Hope’s bottle.
“We’re making amazing progress.” His eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “The new Merlot seedlings are showing incredible potential. The soil composition is perfect for—”
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking down at Hope’s drooping eyelids, he smiled softly. “Let me take this outside. Someone’s about ready for dreamland.”
When he returned, his face had lost all color.
“Crone?” Sienna’s heart clenched. “What’s wrong?”
“That was... that was Lisa, Denise’s sister.”
“Carter’s aunt? What happened?”
His voice cracked. “Denise is dead. She was working in a conflict zone last week and… she got killed by a stray bullet.”
“Oh, Crone…”
“There’s more.” He ran a trembling hand through his hair. “They just read her will. She... she gave me Carter, Sienna. Full custody. My son... he’s coming home.”
“Coming home?” Sienna’s voice was barely a whisper. “Here? To us?”
“Yes.” The fierce Dom’s touch turned gossamer-soft as he traced Hope’s dark curls, a giant of a man undone by love and joy. “We’ll have two beautiful children, my love. Both a son and a daughter.”
“When?” Sienna could barely breathe watching the joy on her husband’s face.
“Lisa’s bringing him next week. He…” His voice caught. “God, Sienna, he was so brave on the call just now. Trying to be strong, asking when he could come to Daddy’s house. He remembers the vineyard from our video calls.”
“Of course, he does. He always gets so excited showing you his drawings during your Sunday zooms.”
“He asked if his new baby sister is as pretty as in the photos I sent.” A tear slid down his cheek. “Lisa says he keeps showing everyone pictures of Hope, telling them about his little princess sister.”
“Oh, my love.” Tears filled Sienna’s eyes as she reached for his hand. “You’re already the father he needs. He adores you.”
“I just... all those years when I could only see him a few times. The visits were so short. Now he’s lost his mother, and everything’s changing for him…”
“No negativity, my love. Remember what you told me when I didn’t want to leave Hope to go on a honeymoon?
We now live by our motto of positive manifestation and living life with passion.
” She squeezed his fingers. “Carter has you. His daddy, who never misses a video call, who sends him care packages full of silly things that make him laugh. He knows how much you love him. How much we love him.”
A small smile curved his lips. “Our broken souls somehow made something beautiful, didn’t they? A family.”
“More than beautiful.” She looked down at Hope, then back at him. “I never thought I’d be a mother, and now... now I get to be mommy to two precious children. Though I have to admit, I’m a little nervous. What if Carter doesn’t like me when we meet?”
“Are you kidding? He already likes you. Remember how he made you tell the dragon story three times last zoom call? And he keeps asking if you’ll teach him to bake cookies like the ones we sent in his care packages.”
“Those were Heaven Leigh’s store-bought cookies,” she chuckled.
“He doesn’t need to know that. Yet.” He winked. “We’ll learn together.”
Her smile turned sultry. “Well, since we’re about to have a curious almost-six-year-old and a baby in the house, maybe we should make the most of our alone time. Especially since this little angel is sound asleep.”
“Ah, my hot little wife,” he growled, carefully lifting Hope from her mommy’s arms. “You always know exactly how to kickstart my engine.” After settling Hope in her bassinet, he stripped off his shirt, reaching for Sienna’s sweater.
“Crone!” she squealed. “Not here!”
“Why not? It’s just us three, one of which is sleeping and besides, our bedroom’s too far. I need you now, wife.”
“Now?” One eyebrow arched as she lifted her hips, helping him with her clothes. “Like in… right now?”
“Right. Now.” He settled between her thighs, then snapped his hips and thrust balls deep inside her.
“Ahh… yess,” she purred as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“That’s it. Hold on tight, kitten. It’s gonna be a rough ride.”
Her laughter turned to sighs of pleasure. “I knew marrying you was the right thing to do,” she giggled. “You give the best sofa sex ever.”
The End