Chapter Fifty-one
Abigail-Ann
“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.”
~ Sophocles
T he door clicked shut behind us, and I finally exhaled, the sound soft but filled with relief. Dinner had been lovely, and intimate, but now my feet were paying the price for the heels I’d decided to wear. Ten thousand-dollar shoes. For all the luxury they promised, there wasn’t an ounce of comfort.
Mikkel, ever perceptive, glanced at me as I hobbled toward the couch. “Tired?”
I rolled my eyes playfully, trying to hide the discomfort in my expression. “Not tired… these shoes are pure torture.”
His gaze darkened and his lips curled into a smirk. “Come here,” he commanded, his tone making my heart somersault—an order that had my body reacting before my mind could catch up .
As I approached him, he guided me to a high seat near the wall, pulling it out with a firm yet gentle touch.
I sat, and my feet screamed in relief. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Without a word, Mikkel dropped to his knees before me. My breath caught, and I instinctively reached to stop him.
“Mikkel, wait—”
He silenced me with a single, commanding look. “Stay still.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it had the kind of power that left no room for argument.
A deep tremor of anticipation rolled through me as I complied, my heart pounding with a mix of shock and desire for him to continue. His hands moved swiftly and skillfully, undoing the straps of my heels in seconds. The pressure around my toes and the balls of my feet eased, flooding me with overwhelming relief.
“Mmmm,” I sighed, sinking back into the chair, too lost in the sensation of his hands on my feet to even care about anything else.
“Better?” he asked, his fingers rubbing along the curve of my arch, his touch steady and slow. My body melted further into the chair as I struggled to form a coherent thought. All I could do was nod, but it wasn’t enough.
Then, to my shock, Mikkel pressed a soft kiss to my ankle, and my whole body went still. He continued up, placing another kiss on the curve of my calf, sending a wave of heat straight through me.
I had no words, only feelings, the kind that wrapped around my chest, leaving me breathless. “I… I like you doing that.” The words were shaky, not entirely clear. “I like you down there.”
He looked up, something unspoken flickering in his eyes. His gaze darkened, lips pressing into a tight line before he spoke, his voice making my heart race.
“All you have to do is say the word,” he murmured. “I’ll stay here, right where you want me—because you don’t just have me on my knees, amorcita 169 . You own me. In every way that matters.”
A hot flush spread across my skin, and the intensity of his words seeped into my bones.
“Mikkel,” I whispered, reaching for him instinctively. I needed him closer—needed to touch him, feel him.
Before I could reach him, his hand shot out, capturing my wrist. He guided it to his chest, and beneath my palm, I felt the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart.
“I love you.” We’ve said it before—granted, in Spanish—but this time, it felt different. More intimate.
He took a slow breath, his chest rising beneath my palm before he stood, leaving me cold. Towering over me, his gaze softened yet intense, as if memorizing the moment.
I swallowed hard, then the words spilled out. “I spent so long convincing myself I was hard to love. That no one would ever choose me, not fully. And then you came into my life, and you didn’t just love me, you showed me what love was supposed to be.” My voice trembled. “To be loved is to be loved by you, and I’ve never been happier.”
Emotion flickered in his eyes, raw and unguarded, but I wasn’t finished. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice unsteady. “For showing me real love—not just helping me, but teaching me how to love myself.”
I looked at him, my heart full, but as I opened my mouth to continue, he reached forward, his hand gently cupping the side of my face. His thumb stroked the edge of my jaw as his lips found mine.
When we finally pulled apart, he cradled my face gently in his hands. “I’ve spent my life chasing success, building an empire, thinking that would be enough. But you—you’re the only thing I’ve ever truly needed.” His voice was thick with emotion. “Every choice I’ve made, every path I’ve walked, led me to you. You are my joy, my peace, mi todo 170 . In loving you, I’ve found a wholeness I never even realized I was missing, Red.”
“ Te amo mucho , 171 ” I whispered back, overwhelmed with emotion .
He looked up at me. “ Te quiero, mi vida. 172 ”
This—us—was the kind of love I had always dreamed of, and now, I was living it.
We lay in bed, tangled in cool sheets, my head resting on Mikkel’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. The air felt softer, more intimate as I breathed him in. In his arms, everything felt peaceful, real, and certain.
I lifted my head to look up at him. “Do you think about our future?”
His gaze softened. “Every day, Red.”
“What’s it like in your head?”
“Travel, happiness—though not without a little chaos—nights in, nights out and one day, a beautiful family.”
I leaned up and kissed him, wanting to hold onto that promise.
When we pulled apart, breathless, I whispered, “Make love to me.”
Heat flared in his eyes as he moved to kiss my neck. “Tell me what you want. You want me to eat your pussy? Say it. You want me to slowly fuck you while we hold hands? Say it. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I-I want it all.”
“Entonces te daré todo lo que quieras. 173 ”
My body trembled at his touch, his intense gaze sending shivers through me. He admired me like art, making me feel priceless. A soft moan escaped as he kissed and licked my neck, his warm breath igniting waves of pleasure.
I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair, stroking the back of his neck while he planted kisses down my body. I felt his tongue flick across my left nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking it.
“Please,” I begged, gasping .
He kept moving lower, his head now between my thighs as the heat between my legs turned into a slick, aching need.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged, once more. “Please.”
I spread my legs a little wider and felt his tongue flash across my clit.
I moaned loudly, begging him to go on. “Fuck, yes.”
A deep exhale escaped, a warm thrill spreading through the body, igniting every nerve, sinking into mind and soul.
“More,” I needily moaned, eliciting such a strong reaction in me that I began trembling and twitching uncontrollably as I approached my climax.
“Cum for me, Red.” He brought his thumb to violently rub my clit while he continued eating my pussy. “Let me taste your sweet pussy.”
I gasped, my body moving uncontrollably, shaking so violently that I felt his free hand grip my thighs to steady me. I thought I might pass out. As my muscles relaxed, the pleasure surged, filling me with a warm, blissful haze that spread throughout my body.
He smiled, lifting his head to take in my fatigued but satisfied expression.
“Are you okay?” he asked, settling beside me and pulling me into his arms.
“Better than ever.” My body still trembled, my clit throbbing in the aftermath, but his warmth wrapped around me like a cocoon.
His face neared mine, and as our lips met, I tasted myself on him. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles along my back, while I cradled his face, pulling him closer. I drank in his kisses like a wanderer finding water in the desert—life-giving, essential, everything I needed.
I felt one of his hands gradually travel down and lightly brushed my pussy as we kissed.
He slowly broke from the kiss and looked me in the eyes, his honey-brown gaze filled with warmth and intensity.
“Do you want my cock now, mi amor?”
“Please.”
He lifted me into a sitting position and then lay down on his back, his hard cock sticking straight up. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the pierced tip before swallowing the entire head and sucking hard on it .
“Spit on it.” His voice was rough, the command pulling at something primal in me.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I looked up at him, his eyes bright and locked on mine. My pulse quickened, heat crawling up my neck, though I didn’t dare break eye contact.
“Red.” His tone was softer now, but no less commanding. “I said to spit on it.”
I leaned forward, my gaze fixed on his, feeling the power shift as his jaw tightened. I took my time, savoring the moment, a smirk tugging at my lips. Finally, I obeyed, the deliberate act sending chills through me.
“Good girl,” he praised, the words wrapping around me like a tether I didn’t want to break. “Now suck.”
“Fuck, yes baby,” he cursed, his hands finding its way to grip my hair, “Me encanta cuando me chupas la polla. 174 ”
I met his gaze with a warm grin, locking eyes in a deep, loving glance.
“A little deeper,” he suggested and I took more of him into my lips.
“You’re so perfect, mi corazón , 175 ” he exclaimed, appreciating my efforts, “Just like that.”
After a few minutes, I carefully climbed on top of him while he grabbed my hips to keep me from falling over.
“You’re s-so big,” I said in between moans as I sank onto his cock.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped. “I can’t get enough of you.”
He reached for my head, pulling me close as he gently kissed my lips, his hand stroking my back slowly. A soft groan escaped me at the powerful sensation washing over me, feeling cherished and complete in a way I had never known. I sat up, glancing down to see myself completely filled, then began moving slowly, his hands guiding my hips.
He gasped. “Just like that, baby.”
I slowly clenched my teeth as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of me.
As I adjusted to the sensation, I picked up the pace, my walls tightening around him. I rode him slowly at first, then faster, meeting his gaze as pleasure built between us. His hand found my breast, kneading and teasing, his fingers occasionally pinching my nipple, sending shivers down my spine.
“You like riding my cock, don’t you?”
I groaned in response, losing all my words.
He slid his thumb in my mouth, compelling me to suck it. “Use your words, baby.”
“Y-yes,” I managed to say, my brain completely disheveled.
“I wish you could see me fucking you.” He took a nipple into his mouth. “How your eyes roll over whenever I touch that spot and how fucking wet your pussy gets at every stroke.”
His hands remained on my hips and I reached down to rub my clit with one hand as I felt him slipping in and out.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said.
“Cum inside of me.”
As I felt the warmth of him explode within my pussy, I screamed with delight and collapsed against him.
His fingers traced gentle circles on my warm skin. “Are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” I whispered as I savored the moment.
He started to get up, but I reached out, my hand resting on his arm to stop him. “Let’s stay here a while.”
“But, I need to get–”
“Let’s just stay here a while,” I repeated, my eyes locking onto his.
He sighed softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Anything for you, Red.”
“Anything?”
“I love you,” he whispered, and with that, his lips met mine in a fiery, passionate kiss, igniting the spark between us once more.