Chapter 18
“When I’m in his arms, I believe heaven is here on earth.
Except…
There is no danger in heaven, and our relationship brings nothing but destruction to everyone involved.”
Jimena
Jimena
Resting my head against the window, I sip my water before putting it away as Florian tells me, “Let’s have it.” My lips twitch at the annoyance ringing in his tone because I’ve been giving him the silent treatment for the past couple of hours.
I think he’s finally losing his patience.
The man wouldn’t listen to a word I wanted to say and instead dragged me to the airport where he practically shoved me into his private jet and ordered for the pilot to go to his island.
My jaw about hit the floor at this because I had no idea he had one but somehow Florian took my silence as a green light to inform me how Grandpa Atlas gifted it to him on his twenty-fifth birthday.
“You can be angry with me all you want, princess. I won’t apologize for what I’ve done.”
Yeah, I would have chosen him anyway but he made the situation a thousand times worse. Their corporate affairs will turn very personal, and while I should feel more guilty about this…somehow I don’t care.
They are incapable of truly hurting each other and I guess this knowledge should be enough for me to calm down.
Before I can say anything, though, the flight attendant comes and smiles brightly at us. “Mr. Price and Miss Cortez. We’ll be landing shortly, so please fasten your seat belts. Would you like something else to drink?” I shake my head and she leans over me, opening up the shades covering the window, and instantly the sunset’s orange-blue glow greets me, making me blink. “Enjoy the view then. It’s magnificent at this hour.” She winks at me and I nod, shifting closer to the window to do exactly that.
Spacious—or more like, endless—green land greats me located right in the middle of the ocean, and only one thing comes to mind.
Heaven on earth.
I must have said it out loud because Florian explains, “There are only two islands like this in the world. They are identical for whatever reason even though they’re miles away from each other. One belongs to me and another to the Wright family.” My brow furrows because the name sounds familiar but I can’t put a face to it. A chuckle slips past his lips, “Rafael isn’t the greatest of neighbors but you can’t expect much from a moody teenager.”
Realization hits me then.
The Wright twins and their little sister.
Or rather it’s just Rafael and Lavender while their parents’ sole heir Rush went missing years ago.
My family did business with his in the past.
“Although they never visit their island, which is a shame because they might lose it. The wild waits for no one.”
The pilot takes a turn to the right and I practically plaster myself against the window, drinking in the beauty around me and sighing at the sight because only nature could have created something this gorgeous.
A tropical forest spreads through the land, countless palm trees with coconuts dangling from them.
Grabbing the phone from the seat next to me, I turn on the camera and zoom in to see the smallest of details so as not to miss a thing.
I’ve seen many magnificent things over the years, how could I not considering I’ve been born into generational wealth?
However, there is something magical and special about this island that seems wild and untouched, its colors inviting you to explore it and yet warning you that you have to follow the rules in order to stay alive.
Because you never know what hides behind the bushes as nature will always find a way to protect itself from intruders.
I see different, smaller trees and bushes bearing berries and various other fruits. From up here the island seems inhabited because judging by the flora, the fauna might be dangerous and consist of a lot of lizards, other animals, and insects that might be deadly to humans.
Shouldn’t such an island be protected to preserve the rare species? The Wright family has owned their land for generations, so no one could take it away from them, but for Grandpa Atlas to buy it…he must have used all his connections.
Then again there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his grandkids. He can talk about disowning them all until he turns blue in the face but everyone knows he never changed his will. He even included Aunt Calliope in it.
Exotic flowers grow through the rich soil and wrap around trees in weird shapes and forms. Their red, purple, and yellow colors create a happy image and add to the beauty of this place, which belongs in geographic magazines all over the world.
Although maybe sometimes it’s better to hide such natural resources so no one can come and crush them. It’s in our human nature to destroy what earth has given us, sadly.
Various bird species must chirp around it, considering their beaks are wide open, and bask under the sunlight, ruffling their feathers and creating nests.
As the pilot gets closer to the island, circling around it and allowing for me to see it from a better angle, I notice blue parrots nibbling on berries.
So not all of them are poisonous. Interesting.
There is a thicker forest on the islands other part, along with a waterfall and other dangerous-looking cliffs that must be a pain in the ass during storms. The humidity is probably insane here.
“This is my house.” Florian’s commentary is hilarious, really, and I focus on the two-level house right in the middle of a guarded territory surrounded by an iron fence with security surveilling the property.
Anyone will have a hard time peeking into his private life to see what goes on behind closed doors where chaos must rule judging by how…vibrant everything seems despite its gray and white colors.
I study the garden transforming the energy around us into something almost sinful, the rose and orchid bushes entwining together while massive oak trees along with neatly cut grass paint a rather interesting picture.
If you just looked at it, you’d never guess the house is on the island for how normal everything around it seems.
I spot several targets spread all over the perimeter, so Florian must come here often. I shudder imagining what else he has here. “I don’t bring my victims here.” He reads my mind so well. “I would have never brought you to a place where I kill people.” His gaze slides to my stomach and the baby chooses this moment to kick hard. “Or my baby. My darkness protects you but it never fucking touches you,” he finishes harshly as a shiver rushes down my spine, and I tear my eyes away from him.
Santiago, Remi, Octavius…
They all kidnapped their wives, bringing them to their dungeons where they showed their true nature and then blackmailed them into marriage. Or rather, put them in the impossible situation where any other option would have cost them something.
On some level, as fucked up as it is, I understand their point of view. They wanted to be honest and make sure their future wives had no illusions when it comes to them.
They are monsters and they’d stay one till their last breaths.
Florian, though…
He never needed proof that I’d want him even during his darkest moments, so he’s done everything in his power to shield me from it.
Except today.
Because only an insane person would kidnap a bride for everyone to see.
“We’re ready for landing.” The pilot’s voice echoes through the plane via the intercom as the machine circles around the house some more and finally lands on the roof.
I don’t even bother asking how it is possible and what kind of material he used to build this house that he can hold a whole-ass plane on it.
The minute the doors open, we unfasten our seat belts and Florian goes to the exit while I follow after him, huffing and puffing in this stupid dress.
And it’s no one’s fault but my own because I refused to change into another dress earlier as Florian barely held himself back from stripping me.
What can I say?
Sometimes annoying him brings me the highest of pleasures and he deserved it for acting this way.
“Let’s go, princess.” He goes down the stairs and grabs my hips, easily lifting me up and reaching the roof in three short strides before placing me back on the ground. “Can’t have you tripping.”
Rolling my eyes despite the warmth traveling all over my system at this, I fist the skirt and head to the other door in the distance that must lead inside the house.
A soft breeze caresses my cheeks and brings much-needed relief to my skin, and my muscles welcome the movement after being stuck on the plane for hours.
I have several seconds to study the second floor that consists of various rooms, judging by the endless hallway with closed doors, before descending down the stairs to the first floor.
I expected to see a lot of things but a plain spacious living room consisting of a couch, two chairs, TV, and a bookshelf wasn’t it.
I’d say the most stunning thing about this whole house are the endless windows with amazing views of the land.
“I don’t need much here. And I prefer to sleep on the first floor.” I spin around to face him as he points at another freaking door in the distance. “There’s a kitchen at the end of the hallway and another house for staff who permanently live here to take care of the property. No one would disturb us and everything can be delivered here quickly, just wish for something and it’s yours.” He removes his jacket and throws it on the couch, the sunset shining bright through the windows and making his handsomeness almost too hard to bear. “You can be mad and furious and scream at me but I’m fucking tired of your silence.” I still the laughter in my throat at his frustration because despite his words, his tone stays gentle.
My voice sounds incredibly raspy as I finally break my hours-long silence. “Do you think this is how they felt?”
He frowns. “Who?”
“Helen and Paris after he kidnapped her to Troy and brought her home.”
He starts to unbutton his shirt while the energy around us changes, becoming more electrifying, and goose bumps break out on my skin from the promise flashing in his eyes. “How is that, princess?”
My whole life everyone called me princess due to me being the youngest and the only girl in both families.
However, the endearment always sounded extra special to me on Florian’s lips over the years, and somehow after our first time together it always manages to flare fire through my veins.
Because he loves to whisper in my ear all sort of things when he takes me and solidifies his complete ownership.
I step back and a wicked smile curves his lips while he removes his shirt, exposing his glorious, carved muscles that I’m itching to touch and kiss.
“How do you think they’d felt, princess?” He repeats his question as he takes a step forward, so I move farther back again, anticipation gliding through me along with excitement. “Tell me.”
“Afraid.”
“Afraid?” Another step forward while I take one back. “Of what?”
“The chaos they left behind.” His grin widens as I lift my chin. “Among other things.”
“What are the other things, princess?”
I shift backward some more as he follows after me, the sunset creating a magical light all around us that urges me to succumb to his gentle yet seductive tone promising me all kinds of things.
However, the man just kidnapped me and he deserves all the teasing in the world.
“Helen must have been embarrassed and nervous about her future.” I sigh for good measure as he advances on me, so I quickly take several more steps, huffing under my breath when he manages to back me in a corner. “Imagine the scandal.”
“So afraid, embarrassed, and nervous. Do I have that right?” Judging by his rather bored tone of voice, he caught on to my game and now wants to play his own. “I wouldn’t want to miss anything.”
“Yes. I’m not sure about Paris, though. How do you think he’d felt?” I tap on my chin and cock my head to the side. “Ashamed?”
“Glorious, princess, he felt glorious.” Step. “Fucking victorious.” Step. “And bewitched.”
“Ah, yes. Because he got himself the most beautiful woman in the world?”
His heated gaze awakens every hair on my body as desire shoots through me, the dress becoming impossibly tight on my body because it prevents him from seeing me. “Yes. The most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispers. “But you know what he felt above anything else in that moment?”
“What?”
“Happy. Happy to finally call his woman his and everyone knowing it.”
I swallow at the intensity consuming me. “Paris sounds awfully territorial.”
“And Helen sounds like a liar.”
Stiffing back the laughter bubbling in my throat, I move some more until my back hits the flat surface and Florian pounces on me, caging me in between his hard chest and the wall. He places his one arm above my head while his other hand traps my chin between his fingers and electricity prickles my skin. “How did she really feel?” he asks, and we both know we aren’t talking about Helen or Paris.
I should probably prolong this a bit longer, but then again…who can blame him for being impatient?
Arguably, this whole engagement was testing his temper, although he deserved it for putting me through hell when he kept on acting as if I meant nothing to him.
Our love story is one giant ball of angst with us both finding thousands of reasons to stay away from each other because the outside factors always prevented us from being together.
However, it feels as if we’ve been together all this time and despite all the obstacles, we still managed to keep a united front even though no one is on our side.
Octavius and Remi support him because they swore loyalty to each other but deep down…maybe they’re judging us as well.
Love is like a flower, it blooms when it’s nourished and adored and dies whenever someone steps all over it or forgets about it.
Some people never have to defend their love but everyone put Florian and me in a position where we have to.
Which is hilarious, really, considering that the only sane love story in our family is that of my godparents. Despite Uncle Jacob stealing Aunt Calliope right from under her father’s nose and then dragging her to a courthouse to get married when she kept on refusing his proposals.
“Happy,” I finally whisper when his fingers slide to my neck and play with my dress’s collar. “Excited.”
“What else?” His hot breath fans my skin as scorching heat travels through me when he leans forward, rubbing his cheek over mine and his light stubble tingles my skin.
“Blessed. And…” I hiss when he steps closer, his hard-on pressing into me, and my head spins from his lust for me. I barely manage to find my voice again. “And…”
“And?” he whispers into my ear and my palm lands on his bare chest, his hot flesh burning and only adding gasoline to the fire building in the pit of my stomach, demanding an outlet. I should be alarmed by the satisfaction and possessiveness dripping from that one word, telling me he knows I might find his ways outrageous, but I’m grateful to be here with him. My obsessive man just needs me to confirm it out loud. “What else, princess?” His mouth hovers above mine and his scent combined with a heated gaze drive me insane as my mind paints thousands of carnal images in my head, one more wicked than the other. They advise me to succumb to the temptation standing right in front of me and accept this twisted fate of mine once and for all.
I trace my fingers over his abs, his stomach flexing under my touch while his emerald eyes become molten as I hold his stare. “I think I finally understand her.” Licking my lips, I take a deep breath and our lips brush against each other’s. “I can’t live without you, Florian. My love for you is a curse and a blessing at the same time, and even if my family never accepts us…I’ll always choose you. Just like I know you’ll always choose me.”
Let the whole world think we’re selfish.
Let society judge us.
And finally…
Let us love each other without reservations, everything else be damned.
“Jimena.” His hand glides upward until he wraps it around my neck, his thumb landing above my pulse point as he rubs it gently. His hold should terrify me because with a single twist of his wrist he can cut off my oxygen supply and yet…it’s the safest I’ve ever felt. “No matter what happens from now on…I’ll always choose us. Our family comes above anyone and anything. The Four Dark Horsemen included.” His hand tightens around my throat, earning himself a gasp from me. “You belong to me, princess. And God help whoever thinks otherwise.”
His mouth covers mine, trapping my moan in his throat as he pushes his tongue inside, dwelling deep and connecting us in a hot and passionate kiss that consumes everything in its wake, leaving me all alone with him in our happy little world where only our desire remains.
Because we are young, wild, and free to do whatever we want, and unlike Helen and Paris…our love can never cause a real war.
Dad once said that nothing and no one could have stopped him from being with Mom…and I guess if he has issues with me falling for his godson…he should blame it on his character.
We fall in love hard, to the point of insanity.
My moan of protest echoes between us when he tears his mouth away before I can truly enjoy the kiss, only for me to gasp in shock when he grips my dress and tears it in two. “I hate it,” he says as it falls down, exposing my body to him, and his face darkens while the energy becomes so charged, it almost suffocates me when he steps back. “What the hell is this?”
I follow his gaze and my cheeks flush at the sight of my white see-through lacy lingerie showcasing my curves in the flattering light. When I saw my reflection in the mirror for the first time in it, I blushed so hard I had to turn around because only one thought remained in my head.
My man, who’d do anything in his power to stop me from marrying his cousin. Deep down I never expected him to sit on the sidelines and accept this foolishness.
“Florian…”
He captures mouth again, swallowing my moan as our tongues entwine, dueling for dominance and he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him, and we both hiss when he pushes me against the wall, his hard length digging into my barely-covered core, the simple touch sending prickling sensations all over me as lust grows within me, making me hungry and aroused for this gorgeous man.
Arching my back as my heels slip onto the floor with a loud thud, I change the angle and deepen our kiss, each flick of his tongue designed to stake his ownership over me, branding into me one single thing.
I’m his and no else’s.
As if there was any doubt.
My arms circle his neck, my nails scraping his scalp, while I pull at his hair and we continue to kiss despite my lungs burning for oxygen that I refuse to give them.
We separate for a brief moment, gulping for breath, and he tips my chin up, shifting his attention to my neck. He sucks on my skin, stinging sensations traveling through me, and he is probably leaving yet another mark on me.
Although could I have expected anything else after he saw the lingerie? My man is territorial on most days, let alone today.
I should be concerned by this but…I grew up watching my father being totally obsessed with Mom and wishing for such a love story for myself.
So I’m not terrified, I’m excited, and if most people think I need a shrink…I’ll happily pay for my therapy as long as I can keep my man.
I expose my throat to him as he trails his lips lower to my collarbone, his five-o’clock shadow scraping me along with the wet traces of his tongue. My thighs flex around him and I moan. “My sensual woman.” He drives into me, and I whimper when his bulge pushes against my clit and the hard texture of his pants rubs on my skin. The mixed sensations of pleasure and pain create a dangerous combination, awakening an inferno nothing sans this man can sooth. “I’ve made you addicted to this, haven’t I?” Another harsh thrust and he groans when I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging on it until we look at each other. “You’ve been so innocent and now this pussy feels empty if I’m neglecting it.” He shifts his hips a little, his hard-on rubbing my core, and my mind becomes all foggy as pleasure shoots through my system so strongly, I almost forget my own name.
He seizes my mouth in another scorching kiss and my eyes close as he devours me. His arms tighten around me and he pushes us away from the wall, starting to walk somewhere with his usual panther-like speed.
Tearing my mouth away once again to get some air because everything seems too hot around me, I catch his gaze.
The soft, gentle gaze he’d displayed countless of times in the past several months.
I recognize it well, so I wiggle in his arms making him frown until he finally stops. “Let me go.” He freezes at this but he must hear the urgency in my tone as he does exactly what I said.
Tonight I do not want gentle or considerate.
Tonight I want my psycho Florian who takes what he wants without consequences.
But to get the said Florian…
One must be seduced.
Thank God I’m a fast learner.
Florian
I brought my woman to heaven on earth to experience eternal hell, and maybe that’s my atonement for all the atrocities I’ve committed over the years.
My fingers dig deeper into her hips, making her gasp and her nails cut into my chest, our breaths mingling together while I hiss through my teeth, “Come on, princess. Let me fuck you hard in my bed.” Her eyes become glazed as she licks her lips, and I can’t resist biting on the plump flesh, my dick growing harder at her groan. “You know how many times I came here after our first kiss? Imagining things I shouldn’t imagine and yet knowing I would do them fucking anyway?” She groans when I fuse our mouths together, locking us in a deep and probing kiss that has one goal only.
To drive us both insane.
Spinning us around, I’m ready to hike her up my body and drag her to my room where we can make a mockery out of the white sheets, when she manages to slip from my arms, stepping back a little. “We always do what you want.” She drags her hands over her form, squeezing her waist, and I bite on my lip at the sight of her rose nipples peeking through her bra.
“Is that so?”
“Uhm.”
“And don’t you come every single time on my fingers, tongue, and dick whenever we do?” I grin at her gasp because she must remember everything we’ve done together. “Come here, princess. Let me show you exactly how much I need you and what your presence does to me.”
“You’ve been very gentle with me lately.”
Our lovemaking was always wild and hot but in the past month I’ve been holding back a little, being mindful of the changes in her and the growing baby.
Don’t even ask me how many books I’ve read on the subject.
Jimena loves to explore my body with her wandering and curious mouth and hands, always finding new ways to make me tick and get addicted to her while flourishing under my praise and sense of power when my muscles melt under her touch.
I decided to distract her and focus only on her pleasure, however my woman must have noticed she hasn’t done what she loves the most in a while.
Wrapping those plump lips of hers around my cock.
“Jimena.”
She dances farther away from me toward my room, the sight of her beauty unbearable in the current circumstances, and my hard-on pushes against the zipper of my pants.
I fucking hate and love this lingerie at the same time. The idea of her wearing it under the dress when she was about to marry my cousin makes me murderous, but knowing it’s for me and my eyes only…it’s a wonder I hadn’t taken her against the wall earlier.
“I’m tired of your rules and control, darling,” she throws over her shoulder, and I follow as she goes to my spacious room where there is only one king-sized bed in the middle and a huge window that overlooks the secluded era of the garden.
Not to mentioned no one from the outside can see anything.
She twirls in the middle of the room, the sunset cascading over her skin and making her glow as she rubs her baby bump, and I calm down a little.
She has my permanent mark on her and no one can change the fact.
She unclasps her bra, letting it fall on the floor, and I groan at her nipples that are begging to be licked by me. “Get here, princess, and let me suck on them. We both know you love it.”
“There is something else I love.” She places her hands on her shoulders and slowly slides them down her breasts and stomach, and clicks her tongue when I take a step forward. “Don’t I deserve to get what I want?”
“It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, princess,” I warn her because my usual self-control is nonexistent when it comes to her.
“I’m still going to play it, though.” Mischief glistens in her sapphire eyes and she winks at me as she saunters toward the bed and gets on it, giving me the perfect view of her heart-shaped ass right before turning around, rising on her knees, and crooking her finger at me. “Come here, darling.”
“You’re going to pay for this.” I go to her and stop the minute the bed brushes against my knees. “For hours, princess.”
She puts her palm on my bare chest, her hot touch burning my skin as she glides it downward until it reaches my hard-on. “I’m counting on it, darling.” She gives me a small peck but leans back when I try to deepen the kiss. “You once said that my wish is your command.” I hiss through my teeth when she palms my dick before lowering the zipper and diving her hand inside, springing it free.
“Yes,” I manage to say as she runs her fingers over my length, her thumb brushing over the precum. She lifts it to her mouth, licking the digit clean, and I grip her hair. “Jimena. You do not want to test my patience tonight, princess. I watched you walk down the aisle in that fucking wedding dress to my cousin and now I find out you were wearing this underneath it?” I slap her ass cheek, pulling at the offensive lingerie before clenching it hard. She gasps, shifting closer to me, although her fingers continue her journey, driving me insane one touch at a time. “My sanity hangs by a threat.” The possessive roaring in my head screams at me to throw her on the bed and fuck her until she remembers nothing but my name, however the sane part…the part that loves her madly and adores our baby, cannot do that.
Gentle.
She deserves gentle in her condition, even if her punishment should be withholding pleasure from her as I play with her body however the fuck I see fit.
“Then maybe you should show me who owns me?” she asks, wrapping her palm around me and stroking me from tip to base, up and down, each glide serving as gasoline to that fire she ignites in my veins. “He almost kissed me once, you know.” I still at this but my fingers flex in her hair and she pants heavily. “I barely evaded it.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him.” My tone turns deadly, images of torture flashing in my mind one by one because the fucker dared to…
“Or you can wash away the memory.” Another soft yet firm stroke. “I want you in my mouth, darling.” She pushes forward and we share a long and sensual kiss. “You’re mine, right?”
“Yours and no one else’s.”
Her mouth drifts to my throat and collarbone and moves lower until she reaches my six-pack and grazes my muscles with her teeth, causing the desire to flare up in me. “This shouldn’t make me so hot, but it does. Your possessive nature is rubbing off on me.”
Palming her head, still lacing my fingers through her hair, I tilt her back a little, brushing my thumb over her eager lips. “Stake your claim, princess.”
She kisses my wrist and squeezes my dick, her hot breath almost unbearable on my flesh as she flicks her tongue over the tip, making me jerk. “Fuck,” I mutter, only to hiss when she trails her tongue over my length all the way to the base and resumes her journey back, sucking on the tip some more. Her hands shift lower and she tightens her hold on me, finally opening her mouth wide and letting me enter her as deep as she’s allowing, sucking me hard while continuing to work me with her hands.
The hot heat surrounding me is driving me insane, my whole body growing tense while the need for release fills me to the brink.
Everything in me screams at me to come down her pretty throat like I’ve done countless times, because my woman loves it, and wipe away any memories of my cousin who tried to touch her.
I’m her one and only and I don’t give a fuck how much of an asshole it makes me sound to be proud of that.
She could have had thousands of guys and I wouldn’t have cared but she’s mine now, so I’m all she’ll ever know.
She skims her mouth up slowly, nibbling on the tip before taking me in deep again, moaning when I pull at her hair harsher, keeping her head still. “Open, love.” She instantly listens, her mouth creating more space for me to slide forward until I almost hit the back of her throat, and she breathes through her nose, humming.
Each brush over her tongue and every suck is Jimena’s way of staking her own claim on me as if I can ever forget.
I’m nothing without her.
I move my hips in sync with her, her moans and groans causing vibrations all over my flesh and making me drip inside her, while she places her hand on her pussy, trapping it between her thighs.
My woman is in need and I won’t stand having her suffer.
Tightening my hold on her hair, I tilt her head back until I slip away from her plump lips with a loud pop, and she groans in protest, her eyes glazed while goose bumps pop all over her skin. “Florian,” she whispers when I catch her hand that is still trapped between her thighs and lift it to my mouth, tasting her as she whimpers. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?” She tries to shift on the bed but my firm grip keeps her in place. I lick her fingers. “Tell me.”
“You.” She puts her free hand on her breast and cups it. “I need you. Always only ever you.”
My dick becomes harder from her throaty voice and it’s a fucking miracle I don’t come from the lust and longing in her gaze. “Do you?” She nods. I kiss her hand and let go of it, stepping back, and she frowns. “Lie down, princess. I want to check for myself.”
A wicked grin mars her face and throwing her dark locks over her shoulder, she sits on the bed, placing her feet on the mattress and opening herself up to my gaze. “I ache for you, Florian.” She flips her panties to the side and glides her fingers through her folds. “Right here.”
Ah, my girl used to be so shy during our lovemaking, blushing from every little thing.
No more, though.
I’ve fully corrupted her.
Taking off my pants, I order again, “Lie down, princess.” She shifts on the bed and a giggle escapes her that turns into a prolonged moan when I shoulder her thighs apart, settling between them and breathing her in.
My woman has a unique scent and I’m addicted to it like I am to everything else when it comes to her.
I’m obsessed and fucking glad, for the beast roaring inside me has only one goal in mind.
To always keep her as mine.
“Oh.” She grips the sheets as I rub my chin over her inner thighs before sucking on the flesh hard, marrying her skin with my marks even though I know no one would see them.
This particular part of her body is for my eyes alone.
Tearing her panties away, I place my mouth on her, dragging my tongue through her folds up and down, growling at her taste.
She gasps, arching and digging her heels into my back while her pussy drips for me, so I skim my lips upward, licking over her clit, which earns me a jerk of her hips, but my fingers clench her ass cheeks, stilling her movements. “Florian.” Trapping her clit between my teeth, I lightly graze it, earning myself a moan that turns into a groan when I suck it in, flicking my tongue over it, and she starts to slowly move her hips in rhythm with my movements, clearly searching for friction.
Every sound she makes, every breath she takes, is an aphrodisiac for me, demanding I fuck her hard for eternity so there is never any doubt.
Never a question that we’re meant to be.
Slipping my palms under her ass, I lift her up to me and she whispers, “Oh, no.” Her feet move to my shoulders, spreading wider for me as I drift my tongue over her lips up and down before entering her, and she pulls at my hair so hard it’s amazing she hasn’t ripped any.
I don’t mind.
My woman can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as her taste fills my mouth and her scent envelops me whole.
“Please make me come, Florian.” I smile at the urgency, demand, and pleading in her tone, and something primal washes over me.
My woman knew no pleasure until she met me, and everything she knows…she learned from me.
Instead of listening to her, I lick up and down her pussy lips, sucking them one by one, before biting on them as she hisses, grinding her hips against my tongue, and I thrust in her once again.
The sensual energy floating around us rips me apart, the freedom to explore her body on my island, in my bed—in my fucking house—while everyone finally knows she’s mine, and no one and nothing will ever take her away…it creates a fundamental need in me for her.
On most of our nights I can spend hours feasting on her, never wanting anything else as long as she comes undone underneath me.
However today, after stealing my bride from her wedding and finally officially claiming her as mine…I need to be joined with her.
I give her one last long lick from bottom to top, kissing her clit softly, and a raspy breath slips past her lips, while my painful hard-on reminds me that she’s vitally important to me.
My gorgeous princess who chose a villain as her happily ever after rather than a stupid prince.
Because she knows I’ll burn the world for her.
“My beautiful woman.” I move my mouth upward and rub my chin on her, leaving wet imprints on her skin, and reach her belly, kissing my baby softly. “Stay safe, darling,” I whisper to it, trailing my lips to her collarbone and peppering her body with small kisses and nips.
Her flawless skin flushes under my touch as she writhes on the bed, arching her back and offering herself so sweetly to me.
My heart, body, and soul belong only to one woman—and that’s her, for I’ve known no real happiness and peace until a girl with sapphire eyes trapped me in her web.
Reaching her more-than-handful breasts with darkened nipples, I lick around the first one, sucking on it hard and making her hiss. As I’ve discovered in the last couple of months, they can be extremely sensitive and she can come just from me playing with them.
She pulls at my hair harshly, her leg hiking up my hip while her other foot presses into the bed, creating more space to cradle me as she tries to rub herself on my dick.
Shifting to the other one, I repeat the action until she cups my neck, her nails cutting into my skin, and she forces me to look up at her. “Florian, I’m burning. Please do something before I go insane.” Her raspy breath is my undoing and giving her nipple one last long lick, I place my palms on either side of her head and we both groan when the tip of my dick connects with her opening. “Yes.”
“Patience is a virtue, princess.” She moans as glide it up and down her pussy, smearing myself in her wetness, and perspiration covers our skin while we both breathe heavily. “Or so they say.”
Instead of answering me, she captures my mouth in a hot kiss that’s an art form in itself.
Everything with her feels different because she’s mine and that makes all the pleasure she gives me unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
They might call me a manwhore but I’ve known no true satisfaction until she became mine.
Because I love her.
I thrust in her hard, and she gasps into our kiss, her thighs flexing around me as her pussy stretches around my length, the tight heat almost making me come undone as our tongues entwine.
In this moment, nothing matters but my woman and how we are connected in the most primal way. I push back, only to enter her again, while our mouths consume each other.
I rise a little, gripping her hips and driving harder into her, simultaneously catching her groans and moans in my throat.
Her hips meet mine stroke for stroke while her hands palm my face, drinking from me and keeping us connected from head to toe, leaving no inch of space between us, because we’ve been separated for too long.
Space is no longer an option in this relationship.
Ripping my mouth away, I let us both gulp for breath as we stare at one another with me still thrusting into her over and over again. The pressure and pleasure inside me build, creating maddening sensations all over me where there is only one focus.
Her.
Her palms skim down my back, clawing at it and marring my skin with marks that I would wear proudly because she put them there. Every scratch covers my scars, serving as a balm to the always festering wounds that become almost nonexistent when she’s around.
“Harder, Florian,” she whispers, flexing her thighs around me as her pussy clenches around my length. I barely hold on to my control to turn my strokes rougher and grant her, her wish so we can both get what we desperately crave.
But my woman is pregnant and somehow today of all days…despite it being the most sweetest of tortures, I want to prolong this and give her everything gentle in me.
I lean down and kiss her throat, sliding my lips to her chin and nipping on her skin, before catching her mouth in yet another kiss where our mouths duel against each other’s, Jimena silently demanding what she wants and me denying her.
Her nails claw deep into me, and she wraps her legs around me tighter.
Well, as tight as her baby bump allows.
My woman consumes me; we always remember about our little miracle and protect it, though.
Even from our passion.
Burying myself deep in her, I speed up my pace when her restlessness only grows and she breathes heavily. I live for her and denying her pleasure is not something I can do.
Her wish is my command as along as it doesn’t endanger her, and that’s our most prominent law.
She angles her head, giving me better access as our tongues brush against each other’s. Her pussy spasms around me, which adds to the sensations rocking through me, sending fire into every bone in my body, and tingles shoot from my spine to my balls.
Three more hard drives and she finds her release, clenching around me so hard. Tearing my mouth away from her, I throw my head back and groan, spilling inside her as she watches me.
Is there a more satisfying thing than watching my cum dripping down her while she’s pregnant with my baby?
Rolling on my back, I let her settle on my chest and she hides her face in the crook of my neck, sighing, her fingers trailing over my collarbone. “I think they felt something else as well.” My arms lock around her. “Gratitude.”
“For?”
“Finding each other.”
“Ah.” Gently cupping her neck, I urge her to look at me, and when our gazes meet, I tell her, “I’ll always protect you.”
I still have to catch Death and his son, punishing them for ruining my life, but I’ll never allow for my past to hurt my present and future.
They destroyed little Florian, who didn’t deserve the shitty hand destiny had dealt him, but they don’t get anything else from me.
They didn’t steal my soul, they shattered it, and Jimena is slowly putting it back together. It will never be perfect, always cracked, but through these cracks her light slips into me, so how can I wish for anything else?
She smiles. “I know.”
“I will always love you.”
“I know that too.”
My brow furrows. “Want to add anything to that, princess?”
“Nope.”
And her laughter, that’s music to my ears, echoes through the room when I move us to our sides and kiss her.
I might be a monster, but my life now?
It’s heaven.