47. CHAPTER 44 #2
“There you go,” my focus locked on her. “So fucking responsive.”
She was soaked, her touch slick and messy, as her hips rolled up toward nothing.
I knelt between her legs, stroking my cock once, twice, letting the swollen head tease her entrance, just barely dipping in before pulling away.
“That’s it,” I said, watching her eyes half-close. “Rub it faster. Imagine it’s my tongue.”
Fuck, how many nights had I pictured this while my bed stayed empty? Watching her actually do it made my head spin.
“You like that, don’t you?” I goaded softly.
She keened, her fingers moving quicker, and her stomach tightening as the first tremors started to build. The second I saw her walls flutter, I pushed in—one hard, full thrust, burying myself to the hilt while she kept working her clit.
The added friction was electric. Her pussy spasmed around me, her body a live wire—buzzing around me, every muscle quivering under the overload.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, trying to focus on her instead of the pressure roaring in my own spine.
She shook so hard her teeth almost chattered, but her gaze locked on mine, glossy and pleading.
“More… please, Orion, more. I need you deeper.”
I gave her everything.
I caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the pillow, and grabbed her thigh with the other, hitching it over my shoulder.
The new angle let me drive into her impossibly deep, my cock hitting against her cervix with each stroke.
The pressure built in her, visible in every clench, and every broken gasp.
Her scream ripped free when her body gave out.
“Orion! Oh God, yes—”
Her pussy clamped down in savage, endless waves, milking me, her body convulsing, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes from sheer overstimulation.
I watched every second. She was fucking breathtaking. And she was mine.
Her aftershocks didn’t stop; she shook, gasping with each brush of my skin. She hauled me closer, her nails raking down my back. “Don’t stop… please.”
I lost it.
I pounded through her climax, chasing my own. Heat coiled violently, then exploded. I slammed home, a roar tearing out of me as I filled her, our release spilling between us as I ground into her to ride out both our shudders.
We collapsed together, shaking, sweaty, breathless.
“Mine,” I panted, kissing her temple, then her jaw, then the corner of her mouth. I couldn’t stop kissing her.
She gave a weak, wrecked sound and clung tighter, still trembling against me.
We drifted off tangled in each other, her head on my chest, my arms locked around her with no intention of ever letting go.
Sleep came heavy, dreamless, healing the fractures we’d cracked open.
When morning light filtered through the curtains, I woke first. Her soft breaths warming my skin, her leg thrown over mine.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
Her hair a wild mess across the pillow, her lips parted slightly in sleep, and that peaceful glow of her features that makes my heart clench, everytime.
I traced lines on her back with my fingertips, lingering over each bump of her spine, not wanting to wake her but unable to stop touching her. My morning hardness pressed insistently at the inside her thigh, my body hadn’t gotten the message that last night should have been enough.
She stirred eventually, letting out a faint hum in her throat as she nuzzled closer. Her lashes fluttered, then those beautiful brown eyes opened up and focused on me.
The unguarded, devastating smile that bloomed hit me harder than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
“Morning,” she murmured, voice husky from sleep, pushing up to press a soft kiss to my jaw.
“Morning, love,” I answered, catching her mouth in a slow kiss. It started gentle, lazy swirls of tongue and shared breath. It didn’t stay that way for long.
Her fingers slipped into my hair, pulling me deeper as she climbed into my lap, swinging one leg over my hips to straddle me. My hands went automatically to her ass, my palms cupping and squeezing the firm curves that had tortured me for months.
“You’re not going anywhere today,” I rasped, barely a breath from her lips, nipping at her bottom one before sucking it into my mouth. “Not today. Not ever, if I can help it.”
She giggled—an actual giggle, unguarded and free—and rolled her hips, grinding down with deliberate pressure, pressing my cock along her slick heat. The sound, the weight of her, the way she looked at me like I was hers too… that nearly brought me to my knees.
It was the first time since we got married that we’d fallen asleep together and woken up like this. Took us almost nine months to get here. Nine fucking months of being at war with myself, putting up walls and distance and pretending I didn’t want exactly this.
Every second had been worth it.
Every brick I’d torn down with bloody hands was worth the sight of her waking up in my arms—safe, sated, and finally, undeniably mine.
“Tell me again how much you love me,” she asked, mischief lacing her voice, and her eyes shimmering as she trailed kisses along my neck, her teeth grazing my pulse.
“I’ve run the numbers, Maia,” I whispered against her earlobe, teasing her with the faint trace of my old, controlled self.
“I’ve calculated every second I spent wanting to ruin you and every second I spent wanting to save you.
The result is infinite. I love you more than the physics of this world allows. ”
She giggled again, this time it sounded lower and a little wrecked. It was fucking music to my ears.
“You sound like a nerd, Orion,” she muttered, her hands sliding down to my hips. "A very possessive, very unhinged nerd."
“The nerd part is unfortunate,” I purred, flipping us so I hovered over her, pinning her wrists above her head. “The possessive and unhinged parts are entirely your fault.”
“Then I accept full responsibility,” she whispered, holding my gaze. “In fact, I think you're far more interesting this way.”
I love this woman so much, yet she doesn't know the half of it.
My grip tightened around her wrists. My other hand found her thigh, drawing her closer.
“You’re the only one that gets to see this side of me.”
“Hmmm… you don’t say.”
“I do say.”
“Hmmm”
She smiled across my lips just before I kissed her again—wet, hungry, unhurried and filthy all at once.
Her lips parted easily, her tongue moved with mine, turning the kiss into something that sparked low in my gut.
She arched into me with a broken whimper, and I could feel her nipples peaking on my chest.
I let her wrists go so I could trace my thumbs over those peaks, rolling one until she gasped.
“Orion—”
A loud knock cracked through the haze. Three brisk raps.
“Monsieur? Madame? Breakfast is ready in the dining room,” Mrs Lewis called through the door.
We both froze, then broke into muffled laughter, her forehead pressed to mine as we tried not to be obvious.
“We’ll be skipping breakfast today, Mrs Lewis, thank you,” I called out, not bothering to hide the amusement in my voice.
Léa buried her face in my shoulder, her shoulders shaking with a half-choked laugh, her breath fanning hot against my skin. I loved this playful version of her so much it hurt. I wanted to keep it for as long as I could.
“You know she hates when we miss meals,” she whispered, peeking up at me with sparkling eyes as her hand slid down between us and wrapped around my cock, stroking lazily.
She was making it impossible to get out of this bed.
“‘Late’ implies we’re showing up,” I said to her, catching her mouth again. The kiss turned filthy fast—sucking her tongue into my mouth, biting her on her lips until she whimpered.
My fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her already wet and warm, her slick softness parting for me as I circled her clit with slow, firm strokes.
“I have no intention of letting you leave this room today, Léa,” I said against her mouth. “I already told you.”
“You know you both shouldn’t miss breakfast. I’ll be back in an hour,” Mrs Lewis added through the door, resolute as ever.
We snorted into each other’s mouths. She never takes no for an answer. Today, she’d have to learn. The empire could wait. The staff could wait. The sun itself could take a fucking day off for all I cared.
“What are your plans then, Mr. Kade?” Léa asked, her voice shivery as my fingers teased over her swollen clit.
“Keep you for myself,” I said, sliding two fingers inside her, drawing a shaky breath from her lips. “All day. Every inch of you.”
She clenched around my fingers so sweetly I had to bite back a curse. I set a lazy rhythm, curling them until her hips twitched, my thumb stroking slow circles.
“I spent nine months breaking your heart,” I groaned, resting my forehead against hers, watching her pupils darken, “I plan on spending the next fifty years on my knees making it up to you.”
Her lashes fluttered, and her breath snagged in response.
“If I was the architect of your misery, let me be the god of your release.” I pressed my thumb harder, my fingers sinking deeper, drawing a ragged cry from her throat. “I want to drown you in so much pleasure that the memory of that contract is buried under a lifetime of me worshipping you.”
Her answering moan nearly undid me.
We didn’t make it far from the bed. I rolled onto my back, guiding her over me, lining myself up with a hand on her hip.
“Take me,” I rasped.
She braced her hands on my chest, sank down slowly—inch by inch—her body stretching around me with a wet, exquisite drag that had both of us groaning.
“Fuck, you always feel perfect,” I managed, my fingers tightening on her hips as she settled, fully seated, the heat of her gripped me like a vice.
Her head fell back, hair spilling over her shoulders as she started to move—slow circles at first, testing, learning to find her pace. Then she found the angle she liked and rode me with more confidence, soft sounds spilling from her lips with every roll of her hips.