Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
IVY
E very word that passed Christian’s lips filled my heart to the point of bursting. This man seemed to know my deepest desires and fears. He accepted them both.
“You’re not crazy,” I breathed. “Far from it.” In a short span of time, he’d come to know me better than anyone. He’d faced his demons for me—for us—and made our connection stronger. I loved him . “I meant every one of my vows. Ours might’ve been an unconventional beginning, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, Christian. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.”
Then he kissed me, rough and consuming, as I ripped open his shirt, sending the buttons clattering to the wood floor. He yanked it off while I fumbled with his belt and pants, my desire boiling to a frenzy.
He shed the remainder of his clothes and then he stilled, watching me with reverence in his eyes.
“Fuck, angel… Wife… You’re beautiful.”
I lowered my gaze to my emerald lacy bra, matching panties, and pair of nude heels, then returned to look at him. “I’m glad you think so,” I murmured. “Because you’re stuck with me.”
The corners of his lips lifted. “Thank God for that.”
He slid his calloused hand down my inner thigh, only to trace it back up and cup my sex over the silky material of my thong. His free hand tugged my strapless bra down, freeing my breasts so they sat atop the padded cups. For several heartbeats, he just stared at them before he brought his half-lidded, lust-filled gaze up to mine and removed my bra.
He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, his other hand dragging my thong down my legs. Lowering himself to his knees, he threw them to the side, his gaze focused on the little patch of hair between my thighs.
His eyes darkened and a shiver rolled through me.
He shouldered my legs apart, leaving me open to him, and began to devour me. When he came up for air, his eyes dazed, he draped my legs over his back, then stood up with me seated on his shoulders.
My back pressed against the wall for support while his face buried in my pussy, he made the most erotic sounds. Like he was eating delicious, ripe fruit. He was loving every second of this moment just as much as I was.
The growl of satisfaction that escaped him vibrated against me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, grinding myself against his mouth.
The pleasure was overwhelming. All-consuming. My thighs trembled, resisting the orgasm that was just out of reach, wanting to stay like this for the rest of my days.
“Christian… Oh, God…” I breathed, a bead of sweat trickling down my breasts. “I’m so close.”
A scrape of teeth against my clit and the orgasm barreled into me. My eyes rolled back in my head, my spine arching off the wall.
Waves of pleasure short-circuited every single cell in my body.
Pulsing. Vibrating. Energizing.
Until I was floating on a cloud, blissfully unaware of my surroundings. My feet hit the ground but Christian steadied me, offering me his strength. It was a good thing too because my quivering legs didn’t stand a chance of holding me upright.
“I want to reciprocate,” I murmured into the crook of his neck. Nervous jitters buzzed through me, and Christian, being who he was, picked up on it.
“You don’t have to.”
I smiled and watched him, my gaze heavy.
“There’s nothing I want more,” I whispered, hesitating only for a moment. “It’s just that I… I haven’t done it before.”
I swallowed as awareness settled between us and I slid to the floor. His hand gently— painfully gently—came to the back of my neck, gathering up my hair with his deft fingers.
Tension rolled through him and I paused, locking eyes with him. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it. Right?”
I was scared I’d be a disappointment. Or even worse, set him back in his healing. Over the past weeks, I noticed Christian getting more comfortable with touch. It made me hopeful that he craved me as much as I did him. But I knew we hadn’t crossed all the bridges, and there were still ghosts haunting him. I witnessed the occasional bad dream or look full of old ghosts.
“I like everything you do, wife.”
I studied every inch of his beautiful body, from the strong column of his throat down to his muscular abdomen. And then there was the tattoo on his abs that resembled the skull in his club in Philly, right below the Kingpins of the Syndicate sign. It made me drool as I explored it, trailing my fingers over his hard muscles all the way down to his erection.
My hand trembled as I wrapped my fingers around his erection. And it was then that I noticed the ink etched on his cock.
“What is that?” I rasped, leaning forward. His cock was tattooed with vines, the evergreen climbing over the length of his shaft, blue, black, and red ink swirling around it like… ivy .
“You told me to get a tattoo.” He shrugged, but his blue eyes were blazing.
I had no words, the implications of this hitting me all at once. When had he…? “I didn’t mean on your dick.”
“If you want me to tattoo you on my chest, I’ll do that too. Want my entire body inked in ivy and the letters of your name? Just say the word.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That was hot as hell.
“No, don’t,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. “I like it just like this. Our own little secret.”
“Forever,” he breathed, and I drowned in his gaze. Emotions threatened to swallow me whole as I leaned forward, rubbing my cheek against his length. Hard and thick. Smooth and warm.
A shiver racked his body before he brought the head of his shaft to my lips.
I licked him from base to tip and he pulled in a strained breath as he watched me with eyes that had grown hazy. I laved at him with my tongue, humming with approval. I ran my tongue across his crown and then finally slid him into my mouth.
“Fuck.” His head fell back, before he returned his eyes on me and cupped my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “Suck,” he demanded.
My pulse drummed between my thighs at his command, and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. I sucked him, taking him deeper into my mouth, gliding up and down.
“Look at me,” he ordered roughly, and my gaze instantly flicked to his. “That’s it, angel. Fuck, I love you so much.”
A raw wave of warmth flickered in my chest at the tender look in his eyes. Wisps of eternal love settled in and sealed our fates.
He inched deeper and my eyes watered. I stilled and he held my face as he fucked my mouth. He gave me everything, holding nothing back.
I moaned around his cock, and he started thrusting into my mouth, faster and faster. Harder. Flesh slapped against flesh. Gurgles rose up my throat and then he pulled out at the last second and came all over my face—thick, salty ropes of cum coating my skin.
I watched him with his cum dripping off my face and darted my tongue out to lick as much of it as I could.
“Jesus fucking Christ, angel,” he breathed, running a thumb across my bottom lip. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
A small squeal escaped me when he suddenly lifted me by the backs of my thighs and laid me back on the bed.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Loving you.”
He made a noise of contentment and I banded my arms around his neck, my legs around his middle.
“Fuck, I love this,” he breathed before pushing inside me so deeply it tore a gasp from my throat. He angled his hips so he hit that spot inside me, making me see stars. He kept surging deeper—rougher, harder, faster—again… and again… and again until he was reaching into the depths of my soul.
“Oh God, Christian, it’s so good… I’m gonna?—”
I clenched around him, my breathing ragged, and cried out his name as my pleasure detonated, my inner muscles spasming around him.
“Fuck,” he grunted as his orgasm hit him. I clung to him as he came inside of me, his warm cum filling me up, dripping down my leg and making a mess of the sheets. When we came down from our high, I found his eyes on me, his hand flexing around my throat. And nothing had ever felt so right.
“Shower with me,” he said roughly, a hint of something I couldn’t decipher in his tone.
I followed him into the bathroom, and this time, when he pressed me up against the shower wall and slid into me, his movements were slower, gentler. Almost as if he were savoring every moment.
That night, as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t ward off the sliver of worry that something was wrong.