Chapter 49
FORTY-NINE
LYKOS
The priest, the ceremony, everything was a blur, but the most beautiful woman stood before me with love in her eyes.
She bound herself to me with simple words. “I, Violet Freud, take you, Lykos Costello, to be my husband. To love and to hold. Until my dying breath.”
We had a simple dinner waiting for us in our dining room that had been transformed with sheer fabric, white candles, and tiny lights, reflecting a soft glow off the walls and crystal chandelier.
All compliments of Salvatore’s passionate night with an exclusive caterer in the next town.
I honestly didn’t want to know the details.
Fresh flowers decorated every corner of the room and soft music drifted through the air. My wife sparkled, just like the diamonds on her finger.
“Should we toast?” Aria asked while I kept my gaze on my wife. God, I’d never tire of saying that: my wife.
“Sure, and then I have an announcement for everyone,” I announced.
“What is it?” Aria asked, her toast completely forgotten.
Violet smiled. “Don’t keep us in suspense, husband.”
Shit, I loved that even more.
I sat her on my lap, tucking my chin on her shoulder. “I bought a new property and want everyone’s input on the house we’ll build for us.”
“Is it far?” Aria asked.
“Not technically. It’s next door to where we used to live. About two miles, but this new property will give us more acreage, more seclusion, and a new beginning. Then maybe once our children get married, one of them—or both—will be close to us. What do you think, wife?”
Violet beamed. “I love that idea, although I hope marriage for both our children is far, far into the future.”
“But not too far,” Aria added.
Her sparkling gaze met mine before she rolled her eyes. It would seem my wife’s expert diagnosis was that Aria and I tend to get too obsessed about those we love.
I had no idea how she got to that conclusion.
Violet
Night had finally fallen when we retired to our bedroom.
“I thought the kids would never go to bed,” Lykos rasped, locking the door behind him.
I met his gaze and batted my eyelashes seductively as I slid my dress off, then unclasped my bra, leaving me in white lace panties.
“Why, husband? After all, it is time to go to sleep.”
The corners of his lips hitched.
“We both know sleeping is the last thing on your mind. Or mine.” He let the words hang in the air for a solid three seconds before he issued a demand. “Get in front of the mirror and kneel. I’m going to fuck my wife’s mouth.”
Arousal and anticipation sent shivers dancing across my skin. I glanced across the bedroom at the large standing mirror, watching as my blush spread across my collarbone.
“You sure like to say my wife a lot,” I teased.
Snaking his hand between my legs, he cupped my pussy, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal how soaked I was. He slammed his mouth on mine for a scorching kiss, our tongues tangling, exploring, then, without a warning, he lightly slapped my ass.
My eyes flared. “What—”
“Get over there, on your knees.”
I grumbled half-heartedly as I sauntered across the room before flicking a glance over my shoulder.
“Just so you know, I don’t get on my knees for any man. You’re the only exception, and I’m doing it because I want to.”
I lowered to my knees, holding his stare the entire time. He stood up and made his way over to me leisurely.
He palmed the side of my cheek, running his thumb over my mouth as he unbuckled his pants, the sound of his zipper sending a seductive echo through the space.
He fisted his hard length. “Whose pretty mouth is this, golden one?”
“Yours,” I answered, licking my lips.
His eyes heated and his cock visibly hardened. I couldn’t help a smug smile from spreading on my face.
“That’s the right answer,” he said darkly. “Open your mouth.”
His length was already dripping with pre-cum, and he smeared it over my bottom lip. I darted my tongue out and licked it clean, the musky taste going straight to my core.
“Mmmm,” I moaned appreciatively.
The arousal in his eyes matched what I felt, and I could see his pulse fluttering on his broad neck. He might seem cool and collected, but I knew he was at my mercy as much as I was at his.
He thrust all the way to the back of my throat without warning. I relaxed, welcoming his thick length. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, sucking and moaning around it as he thrust in and out.
His hand slinked around to the nape of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair and fucking my face like a man possessed.
“Look,” he gritted, never easing his thrusts. “Look at who owns you.”
From my position, I managed to dart my eyes to the mirror. They widened as I took in our reflection, and I had to clench my thighs. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Nothing—fucking nothing—came even close.
My swollen red lips wrapped around his engorged cock as he dominated my mouth. It was so damn hot. Being on my knees for him. Pleasing him. I was so wet there had to be a puddle around me.
“I’m wrecking your mouth, but you’re wrecking me.
” I gagged and choked, taking him in deeper.
The sounds were animalistic as they climbed up my throat, desperate for his cum.
He must have seen it on my face as I bobbed my head.
Up and down. Panting and whimpering. “You want me to paint you with my cum, don’t you? ”
I blinked, nodding furiously.
I’m ruined. I’m his. And he’s mine. Forever.
“Touch your pussy for me,” he grunted in between thrusts.
Without hesitation, I did as he commanded, pushing my fingers into my panties. My slickness coated my pussy. I circled my clit, humming in pleasure.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised. I moaned again and his nostrils flared. “Your mouth looks beautiful filled with my cock.”
He thrust faster and I rubbed my throbbing clit mindlessly, my muffled cries spurring him on.
I pushed a finger inside my clenching pussy, whimpering with an impending orgasm that threatened to erupt like a volcano.
My eyelids fluttered shut and he barked, “Eyes on us. Watch me smear my cum all over you, my greedy wife.”
He fucked my face viciously, bruising my mouth. Each thrust of his hips brought us both closer to release.
He reached down and pinched my nipple, and stars exploded in my vision. My body shuddered and my hips jerked as the climax ripped through me while he pounded himself into my mouth.
I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror. We looked undone. Lykos dressed in his three-piece suit with me kneeling in front of him in my white lace panties. His hand gripped my hair while rope after rope of his cum filled my mouth.
Without warning, his fingers yanked my hair forward, and with a final violent thrust, he buried himself further. My nose pressed against his skin, I felt like I could come again.
I greedily sucked his shaft, swallowing every last drop.
When he finally released me, I collapsed against the mirror, my jaw aching as I scrambled to suck in cool air. He stood in front of me, his breaths just as harsh, watching me with an indecipherable look in his eyes.
He scooped me up into his strong arms and I squealed, but his mouth found mine, swallowing the sound and giving me the most tender kiss of my life.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my muscles limp as he dropped me on the bed.
“I’m rewarding you.” He dragged my panties down my legs, then grasped the back of my neck, pressing his mouth to mine again before murmuring against my lips, “Now, spread your legs so I can taste my wife.”
His hand slid between my legs, pushing two fingers inside me, and I dropped my head back against the pillows with a moan.
Slipping his fingers out of me, he grasped the backs of my thighs, hooking them over his shoulders.
“My turn,” he grunted as he settled there.
Pleasure instantly tore through me, filling me with an inferno as he licked and sucked on my clit. He moved his mouth over me, nipping gently as I clutched at the sheets.
Then he dragged his tongue down and pushed into me, fucking my pussy with it, until he had me losing my mind.
I raked my fingers through his hair, tugging on him and grinding against his face.
“Oh… my… please,” I panted.
He pulled away, kissing the inside of my thigh. I pushed my hips back up to his face, but his grip on me was firm and our gazes locked.
I bit down on my lip harshly. “For the love of all that’s holy, fuck me already.”
He smirked, then dove back in, replacing his tongue with his fingers. My legs hooked over his shoulders as he worked me expertly, like he was enjoying the best meal of his life. It took mere minutes to bring me to the edge as he latched on to my clit and sucked, his eyes never leaving mine.
Just like that, I came all over his tongue while he continued lapping at me, leaving me breathless and shuddering.
“We’re not done yet,” he gritted, gently setting my limp legs back on his bed.
Pulling away, he shed all his clothes and I stared at my husband’s sculpted muscles and his thick cock.
He leaned over me, holding himself up on his strong forearm, and used his free hand to position his cock against my throbbing entrance.
The moment he pushed the tip into me, we both groaned. He smiled at me and pushed all the way in, filling me to the hilt.
“Fuck.”
His voice was guttural and rough, sending shivers down my spine.
My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his hips. I was barely hanging on to reality as he rolled his hips, fucking me languidly. He bent his head and kissed me as he moved in and out.
I moaned into his mouth, needing more.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
He wrapped a hand around my throat and our eyes connected as he slammed back into me.
“Ohhhh,” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, wife,” he grunted, and my lids flickered open to meet his gaze. Fuck, I wouldn’t make it long if he kept talking like that.
He brought his lips to my neck, marking me. He held my hip with his other hand as he thrust into me over and over, his groans and my moans the perfect harmony.
“I can feel your greedy pussy taking my cock so good.” He released my throat, his hand reaching between our bodies before he moved his thumb over my clit.
“So fucking perfect.” Thrust. “That’s my good wife.” Thrust. “All mine.”
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the air. I was an incoherent mess, my pussy swollen and throbbing, juices trickling down my thighs. His pace increased, and he circled my swollen clit with abandon.
My muscles contracted around his shaft as another powerful orgasm washed over me while he continued to pound into me through my release.
He came with a roar, spurting his cum inside me. I could feel his length twitching inside my throbbing pussy.
He collapsed on the bed, then wrapped his arms around me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I sprawled on top of him, enjoying his protection and heat, while his hand swept up and down my back.
He pressed a tender kiss to my mouth.
“Making love to my wife for the first time,” he murmured, his hand brushing across my cheek.
I let out a strangled laugh. “Is that what that was, making love?”
His mouth curved wickedly as he sat up, his eyes falling to my thighs where his cum was smeared.
He reached out, ran a finger through it, and said, “It’s everything we want it to be. Sex, fucking, making love… whatever we want.”
Then he brought the same finger to my mouth.
“I like that,” I murmured, parting my lips.
“I love you, Violet.” His voice was deep and rough, thick with emotions. “You’re the only woman for me.”
“I love you too, Lykos.”
This man had turned me inside out, then put me back together. And after a decade of waiting, we’d finally gotten our happily-ever-after.