Chapter 36 #3
“Why not?” I didn’t hold back from caressing the furrowed lines of her brow and evening out her smooth skin. Having her at my mercy stoked my darkest desires and pried me free from the sinking abyss of my thoughts. “I mean everything I say. The words ‘I love you’ weren’t carelessly thrown out.”
“Except you didn’t actually say the words, did you? It was nothing more than some cryptic bullshit to make me think you did.”
I gripped her chin to hold her still, her legs and feet lightly swinging. “Then let me make it clear. I love you, Alizé De Villier. I’m in love with you as my lover, my partner, my wife. I refuse to be apart from you until I’ve spent my dying breath. That clear enough for you?”
Her jaw hung open in stupefaction, her gaze flitting over my face, searching for the lie, but there was nothing to find. To emphasize my point, I erased the inches of distance between us.
Our lips met like it was the first time.
They brushed each other. They sampled what we each had to give.
They scouted for more. It was a playful, torturous tease.
I licked the seam of hers, a gentle demand to open for me as I savored her taste.
There was nothing better than the way these moments with her made me feel whole. With her, complicated became beguiling.
“You drive me crazy.”
It wasn’t just her kiss I wanted. It was her mind, her snark, her body, every bit of her she gave me. Only me.
I stroked my hands over her breasts, the layers between us hampering the feel of her curves.
I groped her arse and drank down her moans.
Our tongues flicked. She sucked on mine, and my cock twitched in envy.
I bit the tip of her bottom lip and tugged, needing to mark her in a way she’d feel and see.
She snapped her head to the side and broke the connection, her shoulders heaving.
“No,” she panted out.
“No?”
“No, you don’t get to say that after tying me up to torture me. People in love don’t hurt their significant others.”
“You’ve got this all wrong, sweetheart.”
I stroked my fingers around the cleft of her butt cheeks, down between her legs, where her pussy hid safe between layers, to her precious little clit. She squirmed as I applied pressure.
“We’re here to play a game.”
“What game?”
Dappled sunbeams rained down on her face and glimmered against the depths of her glare. Beautiful and mesmerizing, just like her, my fierce síbhean.
I pressed the spine of my knife under her chin. “It’ll take trust.”
“You have an odd way of asking.”
I grinned at that. Not once had she begged me to end it, gone into a panic, or thrown a fit, aside from attempting to detach herself. She hadn’t even yelled for help. Subconsciously, she knew what she’d yet to let herself acknowledge. She trusted me.
I dragged the face of my curved knife down her jumpsuit—through the valley of her breasts, over the harness straps, and down to the apex of her thighs. Her breath hitched.
“We’re going to see how much edging it’ll take for you to be honest with me.”
“Edging?” She groaned as I seesawed the curved spine over her pussy. Like a sultry, little temptress, she spread her legs with a whimper. “You won’t hurt me?”
“Only in a way you’ll like.”
“I thought…”
“Sweetheart, I’ve never wanted to end a life less than yours.
I plan to keep you forever. Alive, no matter who I have to fight.
Even you. You’re mine, and so is this cunt.
” I pressed the knife’s spine further up against her, and she tossed her head back with a breathless moan.
“Tell me that’s true. Tell me you love everything I do to you. ”
“Except this?” she groused.
I grunted in amusement. “You’re curious. You like the challenge. Perhaps we’ve unlocked a new kink for you.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“One way to find out. Pick a safe word.” I rubbed her nipples through the layers and watched as she clamped her mouth shut to muffle a groan.
Oh yes, my fairy woman needed this as much as I did.
It was the perfect way to put the past behind us.
“You use it, this stops immediately. You have a word in mind?”
“Divorce.”
A wide grin beamed across my cheeks, pushing them unnaturally high.
It was the perfect word. It defined what neither of us wanted and made me crave her more now than ever before.
Blood rushed to my groin, and I adjusted myself to curb the pressure on my rock-hard erection.
If I didn’t get a move on, one of us would be tortured, and it wouldn’t be her.
“Tell me I can film this.”
Her gaze dropped to the video recorder strapped to my hand. A mix of intrigue and apprehension flashed across her face. “You’re the devil.”
“Yours, sweetheart. I’m your devil. Let me wrap you in sin and take you down to hell and back with me. Please.”
Her little moan at my plea nearly broke my composure. Didn’t she realize the grip she had on me? She was the only one I got on my knees for. She’d be the only one ever.
“I need your words, love. Yes or no.”
She wrestled her teeth over her bottom lip, then finally nodded. “Okay. Yes.”
If I thought I was hard before, I’d been wrong. She couldn’t have been more perfect for me.
“Now stay still so I can access what’s mine and see how soaking wet and desperately filthy getting tied up has made you for me.”