Chapter 13
Thirteen
Sabine
I’m pacing the guest bedroom like a caged animal while Astor makes Valerie tea and puts her to bed. I attempted to unpack, but when I put my shirts in the nightstand and grabbed a hanger for my panties, I realized I was far too anxious to complete even the most mundane task.
What the hell was that?
Valerie is substantially worse than I’d anticipated. Not to mention she looks extremely unhealthy. Emaciated to the point of skin and bones and when Astor carried her inside, she had this wheezing cough that sent a chill up my spine.
So far, my visit to Stone Cottage is not off to a good start. I didn’t realize how unstable Valerie was, and also what a strong reaction I’d have to seeing her—Astor’s wife.
When our eyes met, my reaction was immediate. Not fear, not unease, or guilt. It was resentment. Resentment for the woman between us.
And the feeling was mutual. Whether Valerie recognized me or not, she didn’t like my presence, that much was obvious.
Seeing him console her ignited a possessiveness inside me that I’d never felt before.
Astor is mine.
I am his.
I knew this wouldn’t work. What was I thinking?
Needing fresh air, I open the windows and look out at the ocean. I close my eyes, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the shore below. A gust of wind sweeps into the room and I get a rush over my chest, the feeling that something is about to happen.
Yes, something is happening, I think, trying to console the apprehension I feel inside. Astor and I are beginning our life together.
The bedroom door opens and I spin around, more than ready to be in Astor’s arms.
Though the stress of the evening is written all over his face, when he sees me, life sparks in his eyes and a smile crosses his lips. My heart swells.
“God, Sabine, I can’t believe you’re here,” he rushes across the room, cups my face in his hands.
I grab his wrists and nuzzle into his hands, inhaling the clean scent of him.
Love is the most powerful thing on earth. No matter the darkness that surrounds two people, if they are madly in love, they will always find the light, together. In Astor’s touch alone, my stress melts to joy.
We take a moment to just hold each other.
“Is she asleep?” I ask, pulling away.
“Yes.”
“Are Cillian and Leo gone?”
“Yes.”
“What was that about? Was that normal? Did something trigger her?”
“No. That was definitely not normal. She rarely gets out of bed, and when she does, she needs assistance.”
“Has this happened before?”
“Not since coming back from the hospital. Her new medication is supposed to help mitigate these kinds of things.” He scrubs his hands over his face. “She asked about Chloe, again. Something isn’t right. Something is off.”
“Did she say anything about me? Aside from asking who I was?”
“No. I explained to her that you were the new live-in housekeeper for now, and that was it. She didn’t ask any more questions. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I run my hands over his arms. “As long as I’m with you, I’m okay.”
He sighs and drops his head into the crook of my neck. “I’m so happy to hear that—you have no idea. I missed you, Sabine.”
While our kisses at my cabin were frenzied and manic, these are deep, passionate, and savoring.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you beyond measure, Astor Stone.”
He looks down at me with such adoration that warm tingles spread over my skin. I smile and, for a moment, think I could cry. I have never loved anyone this much. I didn’t even know it was possible.
“You’re mine, Sabine. Forever.”
“And you are mine, only mine. Forever.”
We fall onto the bed, enveloped in the cool night air sweeping through the windows.
We make quick work of getting undressed, and once naked, he wraps an arm around my torso and pulls me deeper into the bed, like I weigh nothing at all.
How does this man make me feel so small, yet so powerful at the same time?
At that moment, nothing exists except for me and him. This is what I want, forever and ever.
Kissing wildly, Astor strokes me with his fingers, slipping his thumb over my clit. I’m already dripping wet and throbbing, desperate for him.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispers between kisses.
I tilt my head back and thrust into his hand as he finger fucks me, one, two, three fingers, while his pinky strokes my asshole with each thrust. I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders.
I already feel like I could come but I don't want this to end so quickly.
I shove him off me, onto his back, and crawl on top of him.
Lifted on my knees, I hover just above his cock. His eyes flash with heat.
“You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen.” His hands caress my breasts, his fingertips rolling my erect, aching nipples.
“Ride me baby. Take it all. Take all of this cock.”
“Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours, Sabine. All yours.”
I lower, popping his thick, swollen head in and out of my pussy, wetting the tip while driving him absolutely wild.
“You’re killing me, baby.” He groans.
Supporting my weight with my hands on his chest, I slowly lower myself down his shaft. We both moan in ecstasy. It hurts but feels so good at the same time.
“Hold on,” I wince. “I need a second to adjust.” He’s so big I can feel him in my stomach and, finally, sink all the way down.
His words are unintelligible as I begin rocking my hips, rubbing my clit against his springy pad of hair.
The veins bulge on his neck. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me.
I cry out.
“That’s it baby, take all that cock. It’s yours, take it all, baby.”
My body clenches around him as he lifts me up and down, sliding deliciously against my g-spot.
I grow lightheaded, lost in the euphoric haze that only Astor can give me.
He presses his thumb against my clit, sliding against it with each thrust.
“Astor . . .”
Warmth spreads between my legs, the sensation becoming almost unbearable.
“Look at me.”
The moment our eyes meet, I come instantly, whimpering his name as the orgasm rips through me.
Dizzy and panting, I fold over on top of him.
“That was so sexy, Sabine.” Before I can put together a coherent thought, I’m lifted off his cock. “Now turn around and sit on my face so I lick you clean. I’m not done with you yet, my beautiful butterfly.”
Mindlessly delirious, I crawl onto him and turn around.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He spreads my ass cheeks and licks me from clit to asshole.
A shudder ripples through my body. I take his thick, iron-hard erection in my palm, lick the pre-cum, then slide my tongue over the tip. He groans in pleasure.
The second I suck him into my mouth, his mouth clamps onto my aching pussy and fucks me with his tongue.
“Oh, Astor,” my voice is ragged as I suck him harder, faster, unable to control the sudden rush flying through veins.
“Sit further back,” he mutters, “sit on my face.”
I shift back and press my pussy against him, smothering his face.
I suck him harder, desperately chasing my hand with my mouth.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he cries out as he orgasms, shooting thick ropes of semen down my throat. I swallow it all and just when he finishes, he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I come again, riding his face with each dizzying wave of my second orgasm.
We both collapse, chests heaving, skin sweating, delirious with satisfaction.
When I open my eyes and lift my head, I see a shadow pass by the cracked door that I was certain had been closed.