Page 157 of Carnal Wagers

“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.”

As my vows based off traditional Celtic blessings ended, a tingling surge of heat rushed from my balls, and Alizé tightened around me, her nails digging into my back. We toppled over the cliff together, and I collapsed to my knees to her rocking against me and my ears ringing from the strongest orgasm of my life. I gripped her tighter to me, our foreheads touching, her eyes lidded and satiated.

“I’m never letting you go,” I whispered. “Don’t ask me to.”

“Were those…?”

I nodded and wiped away a lone tear rolling down her cheek. “I gave you no vows on our wedding day. I’ve made them to you today.”