Thirty
Avirin
Avirin might crawl out of her skin. Her hands are all over Pye: the skin of their chest, the tattoos down their arms, the stubble on their jaw.
She has spent months imagining this, even when it was impossible.
Even when their lessons were meant to lead her to someone else.
Even when Pye bid her goodbye for the last time.
Look where they are now.
She gasps in relief. Her touch is frantic, like this moment will be yanked away from her, but Pye is calm. They meet the fervor of her lips, but their kiss is slow and deep, smoothing out the panicked lines of her mouth.
It soothes her. It’s strange how such simple motions from Pye can put her entire being at ease. He is unlike anyone she could have imagined. He is more than a husband; he has become her closest confidante, her safe haven, her dearest friend, and the center of all her fantasies.
He lays her out on the chaise lounge, resting her head on the pillow and running his hands over her wide hips. “All the days I’ve spent dreaming of this moment, and you still find a way to surpass anything my mind could conjure.”
She flushes under his attention, gaze skirting out the window beside them. Moonlight pours through the glass, slanting across their bodies and setting them aglow. “Someone could see,” she whispers.
“Do you like the thought of that?”
The thought is so obscene that she shivers. Any member of the ton would gasp in horror at the notion, but an ache grows between Avirin’s legs. They are not trapped beneath the stifling hand of the beau monde. Avirin doesn’t ever want to be there again.
Pye cages her with his arms. “Anyone could walk past this window. Do you think they’d stop to watch?”
No one will be walking the grounds this time of night, but the possibility makes Avirin arch. It must be magic how such profanity becomes so beautiful in Pye’s mouth. She yearns to hear more, clutching at his waistband to pull him closer.
He does not give. “Should I close the curtains, my darling wife?”
She whines at the name. Everything Pye says is sweet as honey, and she knows he means every word, but there is a vein of mockery within it that makes her writhe. She doesn’t understand. How can he be so gentle and wicked at the same time? How can she crave both at once?
Her teeth scrape her lip when she shakes her head.
“Tell me,” Pye murmurs. “Speak to me.”
“No,” she manages. “Don’t close them.”
“Why, Lady Riften…” A devilish smile tugs at Pye’s lips. “Is it an audience you pine for? Do you want someone to watch me open you up?” Their hand trails down her body, shifting her chemise so he can glide his fingers between her legs.
Avirin sucks in a breath when he spreads her, revealing her wet heat to the open air. If anyone passed by, they would see exactly how Pye touches her, exactly how he rouses her spirit.
That thought makes her body flare.
Pye rolls her onto her side to face the window and guides her top leg into the air.
The movement is foreign, but Pye adjusts her slowly, his long fingers gripping the bottom of her thigh to bend her knee toward her chest. It leaves her sex exposed to him, and suddenly, the position feels anything but silly.
He aligns their hips and leans closer, the sultry curve of his lips just out of reach. “Do you want someone to watch me fill you? Is that what you’ve been imagining during your nights alone?”
The head of Pye’s cock eases into her, and she gasps against their mouth. It is one thing to feel him pressing into her, but it is another entirely to watch. His cockhead slides in and out of her folds, growing slick every time he stirs.
She remembers the opera, the card party, the after-dinner drinks. What if Samuel and Cascade and Selbie could see them like this — Avirin flushed and needy while Pye gives her the barest inch of their cock?
She bites back a sound, but she can’t hold back forever.
One minute of Pye toying with her becomes two, then three, and what first felt like a gentle stretch now feels like nothing.
Her nails dig into the cushions. She tries to work her hips toward him, to take more, but he hooks the back of her knee over his shoulder to keep her in place.
“Don’t tease,” she grits, digging her heel into their back.
“Oh, I would never, my lady.” They give her a flash of teeth. “Not after you were so kind to me earlier.”
Her cheeks heat. No matter how she tries to move, Pye holds her fast. This is Pye’s revenge for the way she tormented them. This is what she deserves.
“You say you want all of me this instant.” Pye cups her face in their hand and gives a meager roll of their hips. “But that’s not the whole truth, is it?”
Avirin whimpers.
Pye clucks his tongue. “Our lessons were meant for me to teach you, but you have no idea the things you’ve shown me.
” His hand dips between her legs to start a slow circle against her clit.
“I’ve seen what makes you shudder. What pulls your mind out of your body.
What turns your eyes that beautiful black.
” The sound of his fingers grows wet with her desire, but Pye’s rhythm does not falter.
“You have taught me all about you, Avirin, and I am a very good student when it comes to my favorite subject.”
She cries out against his jaw, but he only tightens the circles against her.
“Let me satisfy your appetites,” he purrs. “Let me feed your every hunger. Will you allow me that, dear wife?”
Her body threatens to combust, and she clenches her eyes shut. All her life, she has fought to control herself. All that fight for dominion, and it has done nothing but exhaust her.
What if, in this room, she gave that discipline over to someone else? Someone she trusts. Someone who seeks her pleasure more ardently than she does. Someone who sees layers of herself that she hasn’t begun to peel back.
Her fingers curl in Pye’s hair. “Yes. Gods, please, give —”
Pye drags their thumb down her bottom lip. “Tell me.” Their cock edges inside her for a brief moment before they withdraw. “I want to hear your demands. I want to watch the filthy words fall from your mouth.”
Something ravenous breaks inside her. She grips his wrist between her legs for something to steady her. “Give me — your cock.”
The words feel wrong in her mouth, until she meets Pye’s gaze again. Lust burns in their eyes, a raging fire that could consume her. She can’t think of what sounds right or wrong; she knows only what she needs.
“My lord wife,” she pants, “my lady husband…” Her lip quivers, but she can’t hold back any longer.
The words rush out of her like waves crashing against rocks.
“I need you. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.” She closes her fist over the base of his cock, and he hisses when she urges him deeper.
“Fill me until I know nothing but you. Do not stop until I beg.”
He groans. “There you are.” Then he bottoms out inside her.
Both their moans cut through the stillness of night. Her toes curl behind his head, and he drags kisses down the inside of her knee when he rolls into her. Every ridge of his cock stretches her open, drawing out sounds she never knew she could make.
Pye drinks her in. “So fucking needy. Was it the weeks of waiting that did this?” He revels in the sight of her cunt clinging to him as he rocks into her. “Or was your perfect pussy molded just for me?
She would blush if there were any blood left in her face. She is no stranger to disgrace, but this feels different, burning a scorching path from her gut down between her legs. Shame has always been a weapon used against her, but Pye has found a way to wield it that only brings her pleasure.
She drags her mouth against Pye’s ear, something rebellious sparking inside her. “I think it’s your cock that was made for me.”
Pye’s tongue presses to his canine when he smiles. “Mm, that’s exactly what it is.”
He grinds his pelvis against her clit and takes his time, strokes long and decadent, her thigh held against his chest so he can wind deeper.
Avirin mewls.
“What is it, my love?” he simpers. “Don’t you want it?” Cruelly, he drags completely out of her. “It was made for you, wasn’t it? Fuck it like it’s yours.”
Avirin tries to do as he says, but Pye won’t let her close enough. He keeps her leg pinned back, leaving her squirming and panting when she grits her teeth.
“Whatever is the problem?” Pye coos. “Is it too much for you, my lady? Should we pause?”
“Give it to me.”
His chuckle makes her mind blur. “My, my, someone’s forgotten her manners.” Pye takes their cock in hand and taps it against her clit. “My dear, sweet Avirin, transformed into a spoiled brat at the first taste of my cock.”
It burns through her, heightening her desire until she squirms beneath them. Then Pye sinks inside her again, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds. She is a swollen, sloppy mess, but there is no part of her left to be embarrassed. Everything has melted into a rising tide of want.
Something encircles her clit, and she squeals before she realizes it’s Pye’s tongue extending from his mouth. The appendage is impossibly long and thin, suckling her like a butterfly seeking nectar.
Delicious pressure surrounds her clit. Her eyes roll back.
She has never seen this much of Pye, yet she wants more and more and more.
She can’t keep herself upright any longer, collapsing back onto the pillows and burying her face in her arm.
She is pitiful and pathetic, her hips bucking helplessly toward his touch.
His tongue disappears back into his mouth. “Let me hear you,” Pye murmurs, brushing her hair back from her face. “Let me see you.”