Chapter 42
SIENNA
After the tension of being surrounded by all those Hydra enemies ready to attack, the last few days have been very relaxed. Lots of lounging around, lots of talking and catching up, lots of making love.
My husband was kept here for about a day or so more, just long enough for him to sign the divorce papers. Then he was turned in to the cops.
The Hydras think he is the one who ratted them out, so he was more than happy to go with the authorities and promise them all sorts of evidence in exchange for keeping him safe. He didn’t even call me any names as he went.
Though he did beg and plead with me in the beginning to help him out.
That devolved into insults when I refused.
But I’ve given him some of the best years of my life, and he didn’t appreciate that at all.
And he’s a very bad man, harboring even worse men for so long.
So I don’t owe him anything anymore. Zane told him he’s lucky to be alive and he should thank me for that.
Kurt stopped talking after that. I hope I never see him again.
I might have given my husband some of the best years of my life, but not the very best ones. Those are yet to come.
Zane’s been smiling a lot more lately. Gone is the dark, haunted look from his eyes, gone the harsh undertone in everything he says.
The best part of the last few days has been waking up in his arms. Like right now. The fuzzy morning light is just beginning to turn yellow from the rising sun, the air coming in through the open window is crisp and even kind of fresh and everyone else is still asleep.
I always loved the peace of the early morning, the hours before the world wakes. I love it even more now that I have Zane back. And I want him awake. I want him to share this magical, peaceful time with me.
I rise up just enough so I can kiss his lips. He stirs but doesn’t wake. So I keep kissing him. Softly. Gently. His lips, his closed eyes, his forehead, his nose and cheeks.
Until he finally opens his eyes.
“What’s up?” he asks groggily. Wariness is still his first reaction whenever he wakes up. Expecting to find danger. But that’s a part of his old life. Not the one we will build now, together. The life we were always meant to have.
I grin at him and raise the sheet we’re covered with so I can peek beneath it.
“You, apparently.”
He grins too and I lean over to kiss him for real.
Kissing him. That’s another thing I could do from now until forever and never need anything else in this life. Not food, not drink, not words.
The kisses have gotten even better now that he’s more relaxed too. Sweeter, yet more passionate. I love the way he just throws himself into everything, into whatever comes his way. I always loved that about him.
I don’t stop kissing him as I remove the sheet and climb on top of him. His cock is throbbing against my clit now, waking desires and needs that just kissing can’t satiate.
But I’d rather just kiss for a little longer, enjoy the sweet softness of anticipation, let the silence and peace of this early morning wash over us fully.
But just like with everything between us, the next step comes naturally, seamlessly. I slide his cock into my pussy, gasping as he enters me, allowing for his groan before I continue kissing him.
I slide up and down on his cock slowly, he’s caressing my back, my hair, softly and gently despite how rough and calloused his hands are. I love being one with him like this. Especially on early mornings and late at night when everything sleeps and we have the world all to ourselves.
I don’t know how much time passes in this soft peaceful bliss. Maybe hours, could be days, for all I know. It’s definitely just a tiny drop of our forever.
My orgasm is coming fast, on waves of ever-rising pleasure, each higher than the last, each more breathtaking.
And I try to stave it off, try to make this last.
But he has other ideas, because he’s close too.
He grabs my hips to keep me in place, starts thrusting his cock into me faster and faster. All while kissing me gently and softly.
I can’t hold back my orgasm anymore. I have to let the waves of pleasure take me. There’s no fighting them anymore.
And why should I fight them?
When the next minute, the next hour, the years and years we spend together will bring more and more pleasure just like this.
So I let go. Let the pleasure take me, moan into the kiss, shudder as he buries his cock deep and comes too, sharing this pleasure with me. Just as we’ll share all things from now until the end of our days.
“I love you so much, Sienna,” he says later, as I’m just lying in his arms again and the sounds of the world waking are coming through the open window.
“You sound almost surprised when you say that,” I tease him.
“That’s because I was sure I had no love left in me.”
The words hit me hard. Like a physical blow to the chest, actually.
I lean in and kiss him again. “You have lots of love in your heart, you always did. And I should know, because you’ve shown me more love than anyone else in my life ever has. And I love you so very much too.”
I’m breathless after I say all that. He’s just lying there, smiling softly at me.
“Good,” he says, because he’s still not the best at talking about feelings for too long.
“Good,” I echo and lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and knowing I’ll never need anything more than that. Not words. Not even actions. Possibly not even kisses.
Just the sound of his heartbeat near me, just the feel of his arms around me, will be enough to get me through the rest of this life. And as he kisses the top of my head softly and holds me tighter, I’m certain he feels the same way.
Good.
Because he’s stuck with me. Forever.