Chapter Eighteen
KONFLICT KORVEN
Please… Make love to me one last time, Konflict.”
Her words set every part of me on fire, waking up that brutal need to possess her, to take her completely. I had been waiting for this moment all day.
Leaving my bed this morning and leaving Serenity behind was the hardest thing I’d done in a long time.
I wanted to stay, to hold her close, to make sure she was alright and yesterday’s incident was only a bad memory.
I thought about it for a long time, after our kiss, when she fell back asleep, fragile and small in my arms. I wanted to stay until she opened her eyes and realized I’d been there all night.
That I was the man from every other night, too.
But when I pictured how she might react to the truth, I lost my nerve. Maybe not lost it—just decided that if there was still a chance she hadn’t figured out I was Knox, I needed one last night in her arms before everything exploded.
I didn’t think she would kiss me or hold me after I confessed everything.
I was sure she would be furious. Tomorrow would probably be the start of a long stretch of days starving for her because she was about to shut me out completely.
Even knowing I’d do anything for her forgiveness, I knew I’d suffer from not touching her, not holding her, not making love to her the way I needed.
That’s why I needed this night. Our last night together, just the two of us, hidden behind these masks.
When Krash told me Serenity had woken up, I panicked.
I thought she’d remember everything about last night—my Venus tattoo, and that I was Knox.
But it seemed her memories were still a bit foggy.
To test it, I asked Krash to drop a half-veiled threat about what I planned to do to Knox.
She didn’t catch on and just got angry as usual when I threatened her favorite escort. Only then did I finally breathe again.
I worked all day, but my mind was lost in anticipation of our last night. In the evening, Vixen told me the meeting spot had changed. Valery picked a discreet hotel in the south. Later, Krash said he thought she was planning Knox’s escape after his time with Serenity.
So when night fell, I got ready—covered my tattoos, put on my mask and my green contacts, fixed the voice modulator around my neck, and knocked on the door I’d been told to go to.
I walked in and my eyes landed on my wife right away.
She was so nervous she threw herself into my arms, trembling like she was relieved to see me.
Serenity wanted to get me out of the city as fast as possible so nothing would happen to me.
This woman is perfect. Beautiful, protective, perfect and mine.
I would do anything she wanted, but first, I needed to taste her one last time. I wanted to make love to her, to enjoy the calm before the storm.
My hands cradled her cheeks as I tilted her face up and kissed her gently.
My tongue slid against hers, tender and slow, exploring her mouth as if I was tasting her for the first time.
I caught every one of her sighs between my lips, every moan down in my throat.
We didn’t have much time tonight, but I didn’t want to rush anything.
I wanted to savor her. Wanted to show her, one last time, how much my body needed her, how deep my love ran for her.
Maybe it would be enough for her to believe me when the masks finally came off.
“You’re so beautiful, Serenity,” I said, calling her by her name.
“Konflict…” she whispered against my lips.
Hearing her say my name, not Knox, made my dick hard in my pants. Fuck, this woman could do whatever she wanted with me just by batting her lashes.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed.
Without hesitation, I took off her gorgeous dress, revealing her naked body to my hungry eyes, leaving only her mask.
Even though I’d gotten used to calling her by her real name the last few times we made love, she always kept her mask on.
It was all well because if she took hers off, she’d probably want me to do the same.
“So beautiful…” I kissed her shoulder. “I’m so fucking crazy about you, baby.” I kissed her chest and lingered on her breasts, devouring them like a starving man, sucking, savoring, groaning, my mouth full of her. Then I moved down and kissed her stomach.
“I wish I could always have you like this in my arms. Cherish you, celebrate you, devour you head to toe.” I kissed her skin again, tracing a line with my tongue, moving lower to explore her depths.
When I reached her belly button, I didn’t just pass by.
I fucking worshipped it. My tongue dipped in, swirling, teasing little circles that sent sparks straight through her.
I kissed around it, nipping and sucking at her skin until she was moaning for me.
She probably never knew that spot could make her beg like this, but of course I had to figure it out, because I’d been studying her body every chance I got.
Then I kept going, making my way down her body. My lips were everywhere, kissing the insides of her thighs.
“Oh God… I want you so bad, Konflict.”
“Yeah? How bad, Serenity? You want my tongue on your clit? My fingers inside this tight pussy? You want my dick inside you, love? Tell me how much you want me, Mama.” I kept kissing the insides of her thighs, not touching her pussy yet.
Her lips were calling me, but I held back, just long enough to drive her crazy.
“Konflict…” she moaned, frustrated.
“Yeah, Mama. You’re so beautiful, you know that, right? Tu es tellement belle, Serenity. Your body is perfect and you’re mine. All mine.”
I kissed her outer and inner pussy lips, then ran my tongue slowly, just once, right between her folds. I wanted to make her lose her mind, completely undone in my arms.
“Konflict, please,” she whimpered.
“What do you want, baby? You want this tongue? How do you want it? Teach me how you want me to give you this tongue and this dick… Whatever you want, baby… I’ll give it to you…”
“Please eat my pussy. I want your tongue on my pussy. Please, please, please,” she begged, her little voice setting me on fire.
“Hmmm… How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” I said, smiling, because I knew I was about to give her everything she wanted.
I stepped back and ripped off my clothes as fast as I could. I was starving for her and wanted to taste her right now.
Naked, I fished in my pants, eyes burning into her, and pulled out a mint, popping it in my mouth.
The muscles in my jaw flexed as I sucked on it, never looking away from her.
My hands slid under her ass, gripping tight, dragging her to the edge of the bed till she was wide open for me.
The room felt so hot, every inch of her skin buzzing as I knelt between her legs.
“Let me eat this pussy, Mama. I crave it.”
I leaned in, my breath cool on her skin, teasing her before my mouth crashed down again. When my tongue hit her clit, the ice-cold mint sent a shock through her, heat and chill colliding. She screamed, hips jerking, body arching for more, losing herself to the wild way I devoured her.
I pinned her to the bed, my mouth on her again, sucking and licking, relentlessly.
Then I did something filthy. I pushed the mint inside her with my tongue, cold fire swirling, while I ate her alive.
She gasped and shook under me, but I didn’t stop.
I fished the mint out with my tongue, rolled it, then pushed it back in.
I kept going, over and over, the icy burn spreading until pleasure ripped through her.
Cold and hot at the same time. Her whole body jolted every time I brought the mint out, licked it, and pushed it right back in.
“Oh God! What are you doing to me? This is so fucking good!” Her voice was wild, breaking on every word.
“Mmmmhmm… You like it? Is this what you wanted? Is this why you asked so nicely?” I said, diving back into her pussy.
I grunted, mouth full of her pussy. “Mmm, yeah, baby. This pussy’s heaven.” My breath was warm against her skin.
I went harder. My tongue dragging over her, slow at first, then faster. My lips sucked her clit until her nerves sang.
Two fingers slid inside her. I started slow, then went rougher, deeper, curling just right. She cried out. Her hands grabbed the sheets. Her hips rolled up, desperate. Her breaths came short and ragged.
“This pussy has something for me, baby. I’m thirsty. Give it to me.” My words vibrated through her, hungry, demanding.
Tears burned in her eyes as her body broke apart for me. The mint burned on her clit as my fingers dug deeper. My palm pressed heavy on her pelvis, making her whole soul tremble. Every muscle shook as I worked her G-spot, driving her closer to the edge.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck…” she screamed, lost to the pleasure crashing through her.
“Hmmm, yes… Just like that, love. Give me everything. I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” I commanded, still finger fucking her harder, faster, relentless until her body couldn’t take any more.
And she gave in. She let go, flooding me with her juices, and I was so fucking ready to lick all of it, not letting a single drop get wasted.
Right after giving her that first orgasm, I settled between her legs and slid into her slowly. I held her gaze the whole time my dick pushed deep inside. Fuck, just one night without feeling this pussy squeeze my dick felt like a damn eternity.
“God, Konflict… You feel so good. You always feel so good,” she moaned against my lips, her eyelids fluttering shut from pleasure.
“Hmmm… That’s it, that’s my girl. Open your eyes and keep them on me. Now I want you to start breathing with me, Serenity. Can you breathe with me?” I started moving inside her, slow and gentle.
“Yes… Konflict… Hmmm. Yes, baby.”