Epilogue #2
Soren nods once, something fierce and satisfied flashing in his eyes.
Then he grabs my face with both hands and crashes his mouth against mine.
The kiss is messy, desperate, and hungry.
Tongues sliding, teeth nipping, breaths mingling.
His hands are already working at the buttons of my shirt while mine fumble with his, yanking at fabric, popping buttons, nearly tearing cloth in our rush to get closer.
We’re panting into each other’s mouths, groaning softly when skin finally touches skin.
His hands shove my shirt off my shoulders, and I tug his jacket down his arms, both of us frantic and uncoordinated in the best way. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly in my life.
His hands are everywhere, possessive and greedy, until I push him back toward the bed with more confidence than I’ve ever felt in my life. Soren’s eyes are dark, almost black with want, watching me like I’m the only thing that exists.
I reach into my nightstand drawer and pull out the black silk sleep mask. A wicked little grin spreads across my face as I step behind him.
Soren groans low in his throat the second the cool silk touches his skin, the sound full of anticipation and a hint of surprise. “Kit…”
“Shh,” I whisper, tying it securely over his eyes.
I guide him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed, then push him down gently so he’s lying in the middle of our massive king-sized bed.
His beautiful, tattooed, muscled body is sprawled out for me…
naked, hard, and completely at my mercy.
The sight makes my mouth water. But I’m not done pushing his buttons tonight.
I walk back to the drawer and pull out the leather cuffs.
Soren’s head turns slightly, tracking the sound even though he can’t see.
“Christopher,” he growls, a warning edge in his voice.
He loves control, loves touching me. But tonight, I want him to feel what it’s like to give it up.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his hips, settling my weight on him.
His cock twitches hard against my ass as I slowly take one of his wrists.
I fasten the cuff around it with deliberate care, then stretch his arm up and secure it to the headboard.
I do the same with the other wrist, taking my time, letting my fingers brush over his skin, teasing him.
Soren growls again, deeper this time, testing the restraints. The sound goes straight to my cock. He’s displeased, I can feel the tension in his body, but he’s also harder than I’ve ever felt him. He’s letting me do this.
I lean down, brushing my lips against his ear. “Looks like the big bad king can behave after all,” I whisper.
Soren’s chest rises and falls rapidly, muscles flexing as he pulls lightly against the cuffs. “Careful, baby,” he warns, voice rough and dangerous. “You’re playing with fire tonight.”
I smile against his neck, heart racing with excitement and a thrill I’ve never felt before. “Good,” I murmur. “I want to burn.”
I sit back, just admiring the sight of him for a moment. My husband… this massive, powerful, dangerous man… is laid out beneath me, wrists cuffed to the headboard, black silk mask over his eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He looks perfect.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers.
The cool slick sound makes Soren’s head tilt toward me.
I slick my fingers thoroughly and reach behind myself, pressing two fingers against my own hole.
I push them in slowly, stretching myself open while he can only listen and feel me shifting on top of him.
Soren groans, deep and frustrated, arms pulling hard against the leather cuffs until the headboard creaks. “Fuck… let me see you,” he rasps.
“No,” I whisper, voice steadier than I feel. “You’re going to feel everything tonight.”
I work myself open with slow strokes, adding a third finger, moaning softly so he can hear exactly what I’m doing. Soren’s hips twitch beneath me, cock twitching every time I make a sound. His restraint is fraying, I can see the tension in his arms, the way his muscles flex as he fights the cuffs.
When I’m ready, I pour more lube directly onto his cock, stroking him slowly until he’s glistening and panting. Then I rise up on my knees, line him up, and sink down onto him in one smooth, steady motion. We both moan loud and obscene.
“Shit… Kit!” Soren’s head presses back into the pillow, arms yanking hard against the restraints as I take him to the hilt. His voice cracks with the effort of staying still. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”
I brace my hands on his chest and start moving, slow, deep rolls of my hips at first, grinding down on him, taking my time.
Every thrust pulls filthy, broken groans from Soren’s throat.
He’s pulling at the cuffs so hard the leather bites into his wrists, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall.
I lean forward, lips brushing his ear. “You’re not in control tonight,” I whisper, then bite his earlobe. “I am.”
Soren lets out a wrecked sound, half growl, half moan, and thrusts up involuntarily, chasing more of me. I push his hips back down with my hands, pinning him.
“Stay still,” I tell him, voice firmer than I’ve ever used with him.
He groans again, long and desperate, but he obeys.
I start riding him harder, faster, taking what I want, using his body exactly how I need it. The sounds he makes, raw and helpless, are driving me insane.
I lean down and kiss Soren slowly, teasingly, dragging my lips across his jaw, down his neck, then back up to his mouth. I keep rolling my hips in rough, deliberate bounces, taking him deep every time, grinding down hard enough to make the bed creak.
My hands roam over his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle and ink, teasing his nipples until they’re tight.
When I pinch one and then lean down to bite the other, Soren lets out a deep, broken moan that vibrates through his entire body.
The sound is so raw it makes me clench around him.
Then, with a sharp metallic snap, the chain between the cuffs breaks and Soren’s hands pull free. Oh shit. I freeze, staring at his wrists. The leather cuffs are still on, but the connecting chain is gone; he’s no longer restrained. Well… it was fun while it lasted.
Soren growls, full of promise. In one powerful movement he sits up, still buried inside me, one arm wrapping around my back to keep me in place. With his other hand he yanks the sleep mask off his face and tosses it aside.
His eyes are black with lust. “You really thought you could keep me restrained, little husband?” he growls, feral.
I grin, swallowing hard, heart racing with anticipation.
Before I can answer, Soren flips us. I barely have time to gasp before my back hits the mattress and he’s on top of me, hips snapping forward.
He slams into me hard, deep, and relentless…
no warmup, no mercy. The force of it punches the air out of my lungs.
I scream… a high-pitched, obscene moan tears out of me as he drives into me again and again, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Soren fucks me like he’s lost all control, hips pounding, cock dragging against that spot inside me with every brutal thrust.
“Fucking hell… Soren!” I cry out, hands flying up to grip his shoulders, nails digging in.
He doesn’t slow down. He just growls against my neck, teeth scraping skin, hips snapping harder.
“That’s it,” he snarls. “Scream for me, baby. Let the whole fucking world hear who you belong to.”
I can’t stop the sounds spilling out of me, loud, broken, shameless moans and cries as he rails me into the mattress. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
Soren’s breathing is ragged, his voice rough against my ear between thrusts. “Mine. My husband. My fucking everything.”
The wet, filthy sound of his hips slamming against my ass fills the room, mixing with my broken, high-pitched moans and his low, animalistic growls. He’s so deep it feels like he’s in my stomach, stretching me open, claiming every inch of me.
My cock is trapped between our bodies, leaking and aching. Soren reaches down and wraps his big hand around me, stroking roughly in time with his thrusts.
“Come on my cock like the greedy little slut you are,” he growls right in my ear. “Want to feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”
The words, the brutal pace, the feeling of being completely owned… it’s too much. I come with a broken cry, back arching hard off the bed as I spill between us, painting both our stomachs. My hole clenches rhythmically around him.
Soren groans loudly, hips stuttering. “God yes, good boy… holy shit.”
He slams in deep one last time and comes with a guttural moan, flooding me with hot, thick pulses. He keeps grinding through it, like he doesn’t want to stop, drawing out every last drop until we’re both shaking and panting. We stay locked together for a long moment, breathing hard.
Then Soren’s entire demeanour shifts. He pulls out slowly, carefully, and collapses beside me.
Without a word he pulls me into his arms, turning me gently onto my side so I’m facing him.
One of his big hands strokes soothingly up and down my back while the other cups the back of my head, fingers threading through my curls.
“You okay?” he whispers, voice rough but so incredibly soft.
I nod against his chest, still catching my breath. “Yeah.”
He presses a long, gentle kiss to my forehead, then another to the scar on my face, like he’s apologising to it. His arms tighten around me, holding me close, safe, and protected.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs into my hair. “Always.”
I melt into him, pressing my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. My hand rests over his heart, feeling it beat steadily under my palm.
In this moment, wrapped up in my husband’s arms, the rest of the world feels very far away.
The End