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“Not for a while. On this land, there used to be two dilapidated cabins which I tore down, one big one where I built this house, and a second hunting cabin about two miles south, where I built hers. I like keeping her close to me… safe,” I explain.
“That’s nice… I know you haven’t had an easy life, but you have a loving family—your mom, The Sanctum. It’s precious, you know.” There’s a sadness in her eyes that I wish I would be able to wipe away. I wish I could make things better for her, give her a new life, new memories… even new old ones.
I wish I could give it all to her.
* * *
“Could we eat outside, please?”There’s a twinkle in her eyes as she points toward the deck, and I wonder if this is normal. For little things like that to pierce my darkness with rays of light.
I don’t answer, I just grab the plates and head toward the back door, telling her how to open it and we settle outside in the crisp morning air. Not many words are needed, both content to be in each other’s presence, the silence anything but awkward as we eat. Her eyes wander to the forest around us, to the birds that fly from tree to tree, the rustling of the leaves, and my eyes… they stay right on her. Observing silently every shift in her movement, that sparkle in her gaze when she notices something else to look at, the plump in her cheeks when she smiles, the soft wrinkles in her features. I take it all in, everything, even the way she delicately slides the food off the fork with her plush lips, the way stray strands of her brick red hair gently flow around her face in the forest breeze, the barely audible moan deep in her throat when she slides another piece of bacon into her mouth.
I’m mesmerized, trapped in this surreal image before me. Morrigan… my Eve, sitting on my deck, eating my food… enjoying my company.
“I’m not letting you go, Morrigan.”
Her head whips to me, hair whirling over her face, and she quickly swipes it away, revealing the slight shock, laced with fear, in her eyes.
“I don’t mean out of this house,” I correct myself. “I mean you… us. You’re mine. I don’t fucking care how condescending and possessive that sounds, I genuinely don’t give a shit. I will fight for you. I will fight to get you back. Unless you tell me right here, right now, that it will never be what I want it to be.” I drop the knife and fork and stare at her, feeling the strain between my eyebrows, the shadows deepening over my eyes.
“What do you want it to be?” She narrows her eyes on me.
“Forever.” I don’t hesitate.
She nods slowly, pursing her lips, and the lack of a response brings a whole other level of anxiety. One that I don’t remember ever feeling. I guess I’ve thought of this moment, the moment I revealed what happened all those years ago, that I still loved her, what I want from her, from us, and I’ve been aware of the fact that she could just reject me. Yet being faced with the prospect of it makes me realize that I haven’t actually been fully conscious of the possibility of that rejection.
Was I too smug? Did I not trust that I would ever have this opportunity?
I can practically feel my heartbeat in the palms of my hands as they seem to dampen, and I shift in my chair.
“I can practically taste your nervousness, Serpent.” Her gaze darkens, and as I take in the image of her and the one behind her, it hits me hard—the color of her eyes is the same as the forest that surrounds us. How interesting.
“I think you’re imagining things, baby.” I straighten slowly.
“Am I?” She drops her cutlery on the plate, pushing her chair back with a loud grind, and stalks toward me.
She brushes her hand over my chest, and I suppress a gasp. I know my heartbeat will betray me. She goes down my abdomen, reaching over my dick that’s been half hard since she slid my shirt over her naked body, and gives it a hard squeeze that makes my toes curl. Then one more, before she rubs it gently, confusing me enough that the moment she throws her leg over the chair, I’m taken by surprise.
Her ass lands in my lap, my hands on her waist, her knees draped over the armrests, and she grinds slowly on me. I dig my heels into the floor and push, sliding my chair back enough that it gives her space, and my God, the smile she gives me is so fucking stunning as she watches me intently.
She reaches between us, sliding her hand under the hem of my joggers, pressing her palm on my cock before wrapping it around, rubbing slowly to the tip of me.Fuck,I have to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head as she pumps a few times, the feel of her on my cock just about too much to handle. I’m at the precipice of slamming her on the fucking table and driving into her, but it appears that she’s the one that wants to do the fucking. And who the hell am I to say no to that.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, aren’t you?” I ask as she shoves my joggers down, freeing me from them.
“You’ll die a happy man then, no?” She grins as she presses my cock to her lace covered pussy, the grit of the fabric and the wetness of her so fucking enticing as she moves up and down.
“I don’t know. Will I?” I cock an eyebrow and she licks the corner of her lips, challenging.
She releases me, my dick slapping against my abdomen, and she presses her pussy to it, rolling her hips as she grabs onto the back of my neck, back arching as she drops her head back and closes her eyes.
There’s no shame, no inhibition, no restraint as she gets herself off on me, and Christ if that’s not enough to push me over the edge. Using me for her own pleasure and I’m a willing participant at the cusp of begging her for more.
I don’t though, no… instead, I dig my fingers into her waist, and push her harder against me, helping her grind until her moans echo through the forest, until I know the security detail that patrols my land can hear every note of it.
Just as her legs begin to shake, when I can feel the pulse of her cunt against me, she reaches between us and in one swift motion, she pulls her panties to the side and impales herself on me.
“Jesus fuck!” I can’t help the scream that came out of me, almost covered by a delicious moan coming from her.
I think I will die a happy man.
