ANYA
CHAPTER FORTY
It was strange how a letter—or a couple of hundred—could change your perspective in a matter of minutes.
The emotions Jetmir’s words evoked had me seeing him in a totally different light. It made me feel closer to him; I wanted to be closer.
And I wanted to tell him I loved him.
I pulled him in so our mouths fused with a desperation I felt in the pit of my stomach, clawing at my insides. Desire pulsed between my legs while our hands hungrily worked at ripping off each other’s clothes.
My dress. His suit.
And the whole time we kissed like two starving souls.
His mouth lit a fire in the sweetest way possible. His kisses were making me delirious. I ran my hands up his chest, over his neck, and into his thick, dark hair.
He kept kissing me, lazy and sweet, ignoring my desire ratcheting higher and higher.
“Thorne, please,” I begged against his lips while his fingers found my clit. “I need you now.”
A groan resounded in his chest as he roamed my body. He thrust a finger into me while he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. Kissing my husband was wet, messy, and hot. The most delicious sin I had ever committed, and I intended to sin for the rest of my life. With him.
His mouth traveled down my neck to my breast until he captured a nipple in his mouth and white lights sparked behind my eyelids.
“Oh… Thorne,” I breathed out.
His mouth on my skin was marking me as his forever. His thumb teased at my clit at the same time, and my eyes rolled back into my head, the walls of my pussy fluttering. I kept arching into his hand, rubbing myself against him, desperate for release.
“Not so fast, wife,” he ordered in a hoarse voice, removing his fingers and pinning me by my hips.
I whimpered my complaint.
Yes, we’d had sex since we arrived at this island. But this… this felt different. It was like two hearts merging into one. Two bodies that belonged entwined.
He lowered his head again and drew my nipple into his mouth, tugging on it, suckling. My hands tangled through his hair, pulling him closer as sensation exploded through me.
My core burned as he shifted his attention to my other nipple, the cool air tingling over the abandoned flesh. His hands slid down my body as he released my nipple and his lips trailed lower, leaving in their wake a searing trail.
With his wide shoulders, he nudged my legs and spread them apart. I lay exposed and open for him, bursting with anticipation and greed for this man.
The moment his tongue connected with my clit, my hips bucked underneath him as a loud moan caught in my throat.
His hands held my hips still while he continued feasting on me, lapping, sucking, and nipping.
I attempted to arch my back, but his hand kept me pressed against the mattress.
His teeth grazed my clit, and I raised my ass to rock against his mouth.
“Oh, oh, oh.” My moans echoed through the room as his tongue lit my body on fire. It was so good. “Thorne… ahhh!”
His hands eased their pressure and my hips lifted up into his face, needing more of this sensation. His tongue worked me mercilessly and I clutched at the sheets, gripping them tight. When he applied more pressure with his thumb against my clit, my legs went slack and my climax barreled through me.
White-hot pleasure seared my veins as I writhed underneath him, gasping for oxygen.
A shudder fluttered through me and I slammed my eyes shut, momentarily blinded by the million tiny lights exploding behind my eyelids. I felt like I was spiraling out of control, my cries filling the room.
He lapped at my juices like he wanted to savor every single drop, and it was the only thing keeping me attached to reality. He smoothed my hair back from my face and rose to his knees, his body blanketing mine as he settled his cock between my thighs.
His eyes, dark and intoxicating, locked on me. He raised his finger, bringing it up to my lips. Then he slowly traced them with his thumb, coating the wetness across my mouth. I swept my tongue out, tasting myself. His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t begin to name.
I lowered my eyes, watching as his thick length strained for my entrance, and I was aroused all over again.
“Thorne,” I whispered, my voice hoarse like I hadn’t spoken in weeks. “Please… I need you.”
Our gazes met, and he let out a tortured groan. “I love you, my angel.”
A shuddering breath left me, and tears stung my eyes. “I love you too.”
“You and me, Anya. One body, one soul, one heart.” It was strange that he echoed my exact thoughts, but somehow it made sense.
“Yes,” I murmured, my fingers digging into his ass while anticipation hummed between my thighs, an aching need for him consuming me. “Now fuck me.”
He pressed his lips against mine.
“No more fucking,” he rasped. “Now we make love.”
“Anything you want, husband,” I choked, causing his eyes to darken. Passion and love burned in them, setting me aflame.
I could feel his hard shaft poised at my entrance, and my pussy clenching for more of him. Our gazes lowered and we watched where our bodies connected. Two becoming one.
There was something so erotic about seeing the tip barely inside me. It turned my breathing erratic.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, raising my hips, feeling him slide deeper.
He lowered his forehead against mine as I lifted my hips to encourage him. “Please,” I panted. “Don’t make me wait.”
“Your wish is my command, wife,” he choked out around an anguished chuckle.
His hand curved at my nape as he brought my head up. Holding my gaze, he nudged his hard cock deeper into my entrance. He pushed his hips forward, the shallow thrust drawing moans and whimpers from my lips.
He pressed his lips against my mouth and I parted for him, welcoming him in. A noise unlike any other punched from the depths of my soul as he began to move.
“My sin. My salvation,” he murmured against me. His kiss turned punishing as he bit and sucked. “You feel so good, my angel.”
I lifted my ass, needing more of him. He entered me slowly, and I clenched down hard, adjusting to his size.
“So fucking tight,” he breathed out in a raspy voice. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy strangling my cock. So fucking good.”
His dirty words turned me feral with need. Thorne was the man for me. He was the only one I wanted. It had always been him.
“I love you so fucking much, my angel,” he grunted. “You’re my life.”
Warmth blossomed in my heart, searing his name on my soul.
He continued to move slowly, deeper, but I didn’t want slow. I wanted hard and fast. I needed him to send me over the edge. As if he heard my thoughts, he rammed into me, filling me completely. Then he stilled and my nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on.
“P-please,” I panted. My heart pounded against my ribs and blood rushed through my veins. “I need you.”
“Fuck. Your pussy feels like home,” he muttered with a grunt. “My perfect wife.”
His hips moved; his eyes locked on mine. Shuddering breaths mixed with his groans, and a mix of every emotion swelled in my chest. Everything about him was thrilling, tempting, so exhilarating.
I relished the friction created by our sweat-slicked skin. As I stared at his face, his eyelids lowered. There was burning hunger there, and it spurred me on.
“More, Thorne,” I begged.
He started to move faster, pumping in and out of me. The sense of being overwhelmed in the best possible way flooded me. I gave in to it, my back bowing off the bed to meet his thrusts.
“You take me so good,” he rasped as he thrust even deeper. His one hand moved between our bodies, and the moment his finger touched my clit, circling it hard and fast, pleasure shot through me, sending me spiraling.
Crying out his name, I succumbed to the surge of pleasure and the languid heat that drowned out every other sensation. His hips worked like pistons, thrusting into me, through my orgasm, and my clenching pussy until I could feel him everywhere.
“Anya,” he growled, throwing his head back.
His mouth parted as his muscles seized and he spilled himself inside of me. His cock twitched, and before long his cum was leaking out of my pussy.
He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his breathing matching my own. Two hearts beating as one.
After several moments, his eyes searched out mine, and I looked up at him. He lowered his mouth for a kiss, the gentlest brush of his lips. I wanted to stay like this forever, joined as one, belonging to him and only him.
Just he and I in this world without the weight of our pasts and wrongdoings.