Chapter 13 #4
He chuckles, his fingers gripping the zipper on my back and yanking at it as he finishes kissing me, leaving smaller ones on my neck as I gulp for breath.
“Easy, darling. We have all the time in the world,” he murmurs.
The silky cloth falls to my hips as he drags his mouth over my collarbones, down to my breasts, then stomach, scraping at my belly.
I gasp when the dress falls to my feet. I’m standing only in my lacy panties and high heels, the cold air coming from the window nipping at my flesh and making my nipples tingle as they harden.
“Sometimes I wonder how a beauty like you lets a beast like me touch you.” He rubs my navel with his scarred cheek, and his knuckles graze over my sodden panties, moving them to the side.
He gives me a long lick, his tongue slightly slipping inside before dragging upward until he taps it over my clit.
“Then I remind myself it doesn’t matter because no one else will have you but me. ”
“You’re not a beast,” I manage to say through the lust sweeping over me, boiling my blood.
I’m ready to shift closer to him, only to whimper when he gets up and picks me up.
My legs wrap around his waist, and he turns around and walks toward the mattress.
The rough texture of his pants rubs against my bare thighs and adds to the tingles spreading in waves.
“No one is allowed to call my husband names, even you, Orion.” I repeat his phrase teasingly and squeal when he puts me down on the cold mattress, my back connecting with the harsh surface as he looms above me in all his handsome glory.
Bending my knees, I curl my toes, and my hands clench on my thighs while he slowly takes off his pants as well, his cock springing free, and a groan slips past my lips when he strokes it from base to tip.
My insides go into complete havoc, all the while possessiveness and ownership shine in his gaze as he scans me, laid out for him.
He licks his glistening-from-me lips and clicks his tongue, a hot flush zipping straight to my clit. “Ready for your husband to fuck you, darling?”
My shyness vanishes at his words. Opening my arms wide and wiggling my fingers at him, I say, “Yes, please.”
My entire being seems to be screaming for a release, and I sigh in relief when he gets down, placing his hands above my shoulders and biting my neck, only to soothe the abused flesh with a lick.
Shifting to my collarbones, he moves to my breasts, drawing each nipple into his mouth and making me arch my back as pleasure sweeps through me.
All my nerve endings wait in anticipation of what he’ll do next, and I moan when he flicks his tongue over it and then shifts his focus to the second one, repeating the action, and by the pain stinging my skin, I know he’s going to leave new marks.
“I want to leave as many marks of mine on your flawless skin as possible so no one would dare to even imagine having you.” He kisses my ribs and skims to my stomach, and I jerk when he scrapes his teeth over it, his lips tickling me when he whispers harshly, “They won’t ever get the chance, though.
Your body is only mine.” He rips my panties away, and my thighs clamp around him when his hot breath fans my core, and I’m ready to thread my fingers in his hair when he flips us over.
Gasping, I almost lose my balance, and my knees end up on either side of his head. My cheeks instantly become red, heating up so much that goose bumps pop all over. I’m right above his mouth!
I try to scoot back when Orion digs his fingers into my ass cheeks, gripping them hard and keeping me in place. “Stay where you are,” he orders, his hoarse and husky voice a trap in its own because it has a sensual pull on me. “Get comfortable, Wife.”
Comfortable? I’m practically sitting on his face, and somehow the earlier shyness comes back with full force. “I think I need to—”
My moan echoes in the space when he gives me an open-mouth kiss, his tongue licking me from bottom to clit as he imprisons it with his teeth and licks all over the bundle of nerves before pressing on it. I want to lift my hips, but his strong hold on me leaves me powerless to the fire consuming me.
Everything else disappears around me besides the sensations shaking me.
I place my hands on his chest, the burning flames creating a different kind of pressure inside me when he slides his tongue down and thrusts it in, and my hips start to move of their own accord as he stiffens his tongue and lets me grind on it.
Closing my eyes and resting my head on my shoulder blade, I focus only on the pleasure filling me to the brink as he enters me deep, swirling between my folds, and my thighs clench around him while my core grows wetter with each drive of his velvet flesh stretching me wide.
Yet despite all of that, the relief doesn’t come, and the need intensifies, every cell in my body demanding release as he digs his fingers into my flesh and lifts me a little, rubbing his cheeks over my sensitive skin, and I almost bolt in his arms.
He licks my slit and bites on my flesh. He taps on my clit right before sucking on it. Then he glides down and drives inside, each swipe of his tongue designed to intensify my lust yet not give me any reprieve.
The heated, invisible bubble grows around me, tension and need filling it, all the while thousands and thousands of flames burn me from the inside out as bliss zips through my body. It sends warmth all over me.
A few more deep strokes and it bursts within me, joy and thrill hitting me at once. My core spasms around him, making him groan. Orion licks me some more, peppering small kisses over my thighs while I’m trying to catch my breath. He lifts me and pushes back so I can sit on his chest.
Sliding lower, I kiss his drenched-from-me lips, and he shares my taste with me. My form trembles atop him, my body swaying closer to him, and that’s when it dawns on me that he’s underneath me.
Considering his dark eyes and judging by the muscle bulging on his arms, he’s about to change our position to deliver on his promise.
“No,” I whisper, giving him a peck before lifting up as I put my palm on his rapidly beating heart. “It’s my turn.”
I still remember his beast-related comment, and the time has come to show my man that he’s a prince to me.
Orion
She’s gorgeous, a goddess sitting on top of me as a mischievous glint brightens her hooded eyes, instantly transforming her from the innocent creature to the temptress designed to seduce me.
“You’re mine, Orion.” My body hardens at the ownership ringing in her words as she nips on my neck, biting on the skin and pulling at it.
“Is that a question or a statement? Because it better be a fucking statement, Wife.”
“A statement.”
She trails kisses over my chest, tracing my scars with her tongue, soothing and healing things within me that hurt so much once upon a time.
Not due to the burns, they were the testament to what I’ve become and always served as a reminder that I could pretend to be civil and rational.
Still, it would not change my rotten nature, the monster hiding and lurking underneath, who was born from my father’s cruelty.
Despite all the crimes and the vices I’ve indulged in over the years, my biggest one would always be dragging Diana to my darkness and binding her in invisible chains, trapping her in my reality.
My wife got tangled in the hunter’s net, and she has no idea what that even means.
I should be ashamed.
Though I’m not.
When it comes to her, I’m selfish and possessive, and I would use whatever means necessary to keep her by my side. Blackmail and lies included.
Diana deserved to be cherished, adored, and loved all these years. Instead, they tarnished and abused my angel, taking her for granted and almost breaking her spirit, convincing her that she was nothing.
She’s mine now, and my darkness would fucking destroy anyone who dares to so much as sniff in her direction.
She moves lower, her heat smearing my thighs and legs as she runs her fingers over my ribs and dips her tongue into my belly button before scraping her teeth over my six-pack.
While working out was always just a means to blow off some steam…
my wife’s fascination with my muscles sure fucking put a new spin on my gym routine.
“You’re so handsome.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest, and I thread my fingers in her hair.
I tilt it a little so she can look at me.
“The world wouldn’t agree with you. You’re the beautiful one.
” She cuts her nails into my sides, but the pain only adds to the zipping heat that urges me to fuck her hard and long so she’d never doubt us or this marriage.
“I bet every man who looks at you wishes to wrap these pretty little lips”—I brush my thumb over them, and she sighs—“around their cock.” My hand flexes in her hair, and I see a hot flush on her skin.
“Not that they’ll get a chance. I’d kill any man who’d be foolish enough to think he can have you. ”
She shifts even farther, until I feel her hot breath on my hard dick that’s leaking from her sweet attention, and she whispers, “Oh.” She brushes her fingers over the tip before leaning forward and flicking it with her tongue, tasting me for the first time.
My hold on her head tightens, my muscles growing rigid at her touch.
Curiosity shines in her blue eyes. My innocent wife never got the chance to play with it before, and I love knowing there hasn’t been anyone besides me.
I’m her first everything, and no other man would ever know what it’s like to have her.
Yes, it makes me a chauvinistic asshole. And I don’t give a fuck.
My beauty is only mine, and I make no apologies for it.
Another sigh escapes her, and I notice her swallowing hard, so I pull at her hair. I wait until she meets my gaze, then gently tip her chin up with my free hand. “Whatever you do, I’ll fucking love it and ask for more.”