Chapter 37 #2
“But you didn’t before.”
She sobbed the words, and I felt their pain.
All I could do was take it away by showing her we were different now.
There was no longer a her without me. I devoured her hurt with a searing kiss that burned me from the outside in.
Time stopped as we met as equals. Her body was a warm tangle of nerves begging for a chance to wrap around me while she pulled me closer through sheer force of will.
As our mouths came apart, I touched her again, our gazes as locked on each other as our bodies were. She was my fairy among common folk, exceptional in all ways.
“So you faked your name.”
“I tweaked it. The difference was negligible. You couldn’t see it because you didn’t want to. Because you’d written me off as a spoiled, obnoxious brat.”
“Oh, but you are. Spoiled for my touch. Obnoxiously stubborn, making this more difficult than it has to be. A brat just for me.” I pinched her nipples through her outfit, and her jaw went slack with a hissed groan.
“You like being edged to the brink of insanity. I can go all night, love, if it clears the air between us.”
My thumb brushed over her mound, grazing her clit and folds. It fringed over her entrance in tantalizingly slow circles to spark a hunger in her core.
“I want all your secrets, síbhean. I won’t let anything stand between us any longer.”
She gasped as I pushed two fingers back inside her with slow, drawn-out thrusts.
“You don’t want to end us?” she whispered raggedly.
“No.”
“The divorce papers?”
“Burn the copy I sent you. You’re my wife. A little ink won’t change that. Only your secrets could.”
“You have to give me yours too,” she whined, head tossed back, lost to the pulsing heat my touch stirred.
“Ask and you’ll receive. I’ve not hidden anything from you the last month.”
With every swipe of my fingers, flick over her nub, and rim of her pussy, she moaned louder and writhed more breathlessly, rare words making it through her pleasure.
Each time I withheld her orgasm and pulled my touch away, she confessed her sins amid begging pleas.
I learned about her hacker cousin disrupting my surveillance software and aiding in fabricating her identity.
She admitted her original plan to seduce me into loving her under the guise of another woman so I’d sign the divorce papers to her alter ego before she left me high and dry and humiliated.
“And if Brody hadn’t cut through your ruse, what then?” One strike of my knife cleaved through the suspension line spreading one of her legs. I repeated the cut on the other side, and her thighs slapped shut. “Would you have accepted the papers?”
I got to my knees and tossed her legs over my shoulders. Her pink, swollen pussy lips winked with enthusiasm and pulsed with need, her beautiful hole fluttering open and closed, practically pleading with me to fill it. It had nothing to worry about. I’d deliver everything she needed and more.
“Tell me, síbhean. What would you have done?”
“I would have—” Her words cut off as I licked one swipe over her needy flesh.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop talking.”
She growled a whimper. The sound was endearing. My nose nuzzled her bud, and my breath fanned her already sensitive skin.
“I-I l-ove you. I w-want you. Always. The papers don’t…m-matter. I want to stay with you. That-that’s what I wanted. I was going to tell you. I-I promise.”
Her back bowed as I kissed a trail down her cunt. For her honesty, I rewarded her with three fingers buried deep inside her and a thumb pressed against her back entrance as my tongue swirled her clit.
“You love me?”
“Yes,” she said with a strained whimper. “Cillian, please, I need to—”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
My mouth devoured her pussy, intent on sucking the pleasure right out of her, knowing it all depended on me. Everything she felt was mine to command.
“You’re such a good slut for me.”
“Yes,” she groaned. “Make me come.”
“Almost there, sweetheart, but you still have more to tell me.”
By the time she was left a sobbing mess, legs shaking, muscles seizing, garbled pleas all she had the strength to utter, she had admitted the chemical sale had been a hoax, a way to give me the funds, which my pride twinged at.
She revealed the bet with her friend about the divorce, and that she’d been stalking me a lot longer than the last couple of months, albeit through private investigators.
I also finally discovered that HD meant husband dearest, to match the script of her tattoo in the French equivalent.
She’d been calling me that since the beginning, owning me just like I was claiming her now.
I didn’t think it was possible to love her more.
“Cillian.” She shuddered a desperate moan. “Please.”
“You’ve been such a good wife. Time for your reward.”
I dove back between her legs, where no one else but me would ever have access to again.
She gasped as I ravished her exactly like she needed.
Her thighs clamped around my ears, shutting out everything but her.
Her smell. Her taste. Her need. All mine.
My cock demanded a part to play, but this was about her.
She bucked against me, thrashing and keening sharp moans, as her stomach tightened.
And when she crested her peak, pulsing around my fingers in waves, her body flush and convulsing, her face lost in the raptures of bliss, she squirted down my arm and onto my shirt.
“Delicious.” I gently kissed her pussy lips and withdrew my fingers to her quivers. “Good for you?”
She nodded dreamily, laying her head along her shoulders.
“Time for number two.”
Her legs shut, or tried to, with my head playing interference.
“Not yet,” she begged breathlessly.
“Oh, síbhean. You worked so hard to earn your orgasms, and I love giving them to you. So be my good slut and take what’s owed.”
Her body tightened with excitement against me, and I chuckled against her tender clit. Her protests were lost to my soft nibbling, her body primed for another orgasm already. I gathered her wetness and swirled my thumb against her other hole.
“Trust me.”
“I do.”
I almost came from those two little words alone. After what we’d been through, that meant the world. This woman was made for me. She was my reason to fight. My reason to wake up, to keep going, and never give up.
I coaxed my thumb past the tight ring of muscle, her filthy little whimpers driving me on, and sucked on her clit. With every nip and nibble, her body quivered.
“Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “For you.”
“Only me?”
“Yes.”
Between my thumb pumping in and out of her arse and my mouth on her sensitive pussy, her second orgasm rushed through her.
Her pussy flooded my mouth in the best way as her arousal coated her thighs and her back hole tightened against my thumb.
She collapsed against the restraints. The branch swayed from the sudden stop of movement under her weight.
A light sheen of sweat glistened against her skin.
I pressed languid kisses to her inner thighs, and her breath skipped with a hiss.
“No more.”
“You have one more in you.”
“Not like this. Please.”
“I can’t resist when you beg so beautifully. Tell me how you want it.”
Her chest heaved as her gaze locked on mine, her eyes glazed over with bliss. She licked her parted lips.
“I want you.”
“Want me how, sweetheart? My touch? My kiss? My cock?”
Her eyes rolled back, and her breathing grew heavier.
“Your cock. Make me come on your cock. I want to hear you say you love me while you fuck me into oblivion.”
“With pleasure.”
I rose, a tent pitched in my joggers. I stroked over my erection, captivated by the heady gleam in Alizé’s eyes, greedy and lustful. My woman needed more, and I was happy to oblige. I tugged my joggers and briefs down, and my cock jutted upright, eager to find its home.
“What my dirty fairy wants, my dirty fairy gets.”
The moment I stepped close, her legs wrapped around my hips and the warmth of her pussy welcomed me inside, choking a grunt out of me.
So good. Her tight heat clenched around me, demanding I never leave.
I’d have given anything to stay right there, in her, forever.
Our fight didn’t exist anymore. Any lingering grievance evaporated.
There was just us. The rocking of our bodies.
The pulsing of my cock with every thrust inside her.
The feel and smell of her. When our lips met, I poured every promise I could think of into it.
I’d never leave her. I’d always love her.
I’d always protect her. All that was missing were her hands on me, her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching down my back.
With a flick of my knife, I cut through both suspension lines, and she did just that.
Her arms embraced me, dragging me impossibly closer.
I hoisted her higher and unbuckled her harness.
It flopped to the ground at our feet. With nothing restraining us, I fucked her out in the open, in my arms, with every bit of my wretched soul on display and the trees as my witness to everything she meant to me.
Her eyes trapped me and reeled me in, and I went without a fight, a knot of pleasure coiled tight along my spine.
“I love you, Alizé De Villier. I’ll love no one but you in all my years left to live.
For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer, I pledge to you the first cut of my meat and the first sip of my wine.
It’ll be your body I wake to each morning, and your name I cry out in passion forevermore.
I’ll be your shield should you need one, your hand to hold, your ear to listen, your shoulder to rest on.
I’ll let no evil befall you, on hill nor bank, in field or valley, on mountain or in glen.
Neither above, nor below, neither in sea, nor on shore, in skies above, nor in the depths.
Mo chuisle mo chroí.” Pulse of my heart. “I’m yours till the end.”