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“It’s on my family’s ancestral land,” I tell her as the car comes to a stop. “A long time ago, there was nothing here but a small cottage. My family that lived here never had a home like this, before they came to Chicago. I wanted to build one here as a testament to how far we’ve come. It was a long work in progress—it was only fully completed five or so years ago. I don’t get to come as often as I’d like.” I open the door, walking around to get hers, and as I help her out, I’m pleased by the stunned expression still on her face.
“Do you like it?” I ask her as the car pulls away, and we stand there for a moment. She’s said nothing else, standing there quietly as her gaze roves over the house and grounds, and I wonder for a moment if it might not betoorustic for her. There’s a lot of old-world decor in my home in Chicago, but it’s still very near the city. This is well away from Dublin proper, and has all the quiet charm of a rural country estate.
She still says nothing, her gaze taking it all in, and my hand touches the small of her back, rubbing lightly over the soft knit of her dress. “I hope we’ll spend a good bit of time here—more than I have in past years. Especially once we have children—I’d like for them to be raised here more than in the city.”
I realize, as I say it, just how important that is to me. I hadn’t thought about it in any concrete way—but Finn could run things in Chicago, when I’m not there. He’s not a King, but he has my authority…he’s handling things there now, while I’m here. There are remote meetings and flying in for anything important enough for me to handle in person. A semi-retirement, until I have a son old enough for me to enjoy the real thing.
The idea of a wife and family that I actually wanted to spend my time with hadn’t felt like a real possibility before. But now—
I look at Marika and think of having children with her—the noise and bustle and chaos of the city no longer sounds so appealing. “Not right away—but I can see it, before too long.” I glance at her wryly, hoping she takes my meaning, but her lips are pressed together, and she looks more anxious than pleased now.
A spark of worry lights inside of me. I reach for her, turning her slowly so that she’s facing me, my hand brushing against her cheek. “You do want children, don’t you?” I ask, lightly kissing her. She responds, but without her usual eagerness, and that worry grows. I need an heir—Marika getting pregnant is not negotiable. But I don’t want it to only be something that shehasto do in order to fulfill her obligation. The taste of companionship and pleasure that I’ve gotten with her only makes me want more.
“Of course,” she says quietly, turning her head again to look at the house. “It’s my duty, Theo. I knew that when I married you.”
My gut tightens, that uneasy feeling spreading. “I want it to be more than a duty. Come with me.” I reach for her hand, my larger one wrapping around hers as I lead her towards the house, across the gravel, and up the graduated stone steps. The broad wooden door of the house with its iron lion’s-head knocker greets us, and I push it open. There’s no staff here right now—it’s only us.
“A cleaning staff comes once a week,” I tell her as the door shuts behind us. “But aside from that, it’s just you and I. I like the peace of it. There’s security, of course,” I add, before she can be alarmed. “But they stay out of sight. There are houses further back on the property, and they rotate through. With luck, you’ll never see them. The security Nikolai sent along will have space there, too.”
Marika nods, her gaze taking in the dark wood floors, the long hallway, and the house beyond. Her eyes look very far away, and I reach up, turning her face back to mine.
“I was inside you only a few hours ago,” I murmur, backing her up against the heavy door. Her back hits it with a small sound, and she sucks in a breath, but there’s no fear or resistance in her eyes. I can see a flicker of desire there, and it only spurs me on. “And in your mouth just a few hours before that. I’ve come in you three times since you were in my office last afternoon,cailín deas, and already I want you again.”
I reach for her hand, moving it between us and against me so she can feel how hard I am. I’vebeenhard since the moment I started talking about the family we might have here, thinking about just how that family will come to be. The ache of need is spreading through me hot and fast. “One step inside this house, and I already need you again.”
I let go of her wrist, and she doesn’t pull her hand away. Her fingers twitch against my rigid length, and I stifle a groan from just that small bit of sensation as I brush her hair away from her face. “I don’t want it to be a duty, Marika—having children with me. I want you toachefor me to come to your bed and fill you up, hoping every time that it will be the one that gets you pregnant with my child.”
Her lips part, and I see her eyes soften with heat. My other hand slides up her thigh, nudging up the skirt of her dress, and I can feel her start to give in—if she ever planned on trying to resist me in the first place.
“Just the thought of it gets me hard.” I rock my hips into her hand, letting her feel it. “You’re full of my cum right now, still, and I already want to give you more.” My hand is under her dress, sliding up her inner thigh, and her small gasp spurs me on. “I want to feel it in you.”
I grip the edge of her panties, yanking them down her hips with one sharp movement, and Marika lets out a whimper. The lace slides down her thighs, falling to the wooden floor, and I slip my fingers between her legs where it was, feeling her soft, wet pussy against my fingers as I slide them between her folds.
She’s still full of my cum from before. I can feel it when my fingers go inside of her, two of them curling into her wet heat, and Marika’s head falls back against the door as I press my thumb to her clit, thrusting my hand against her as she gasps. “I was going to take you upstairs,” I whisper, leaning in as I rock against her hand, still pressed to my cock, my lips grazing over her ear. “I couldn’t wait to fuck you in our bed here. But I can’t even wait that long.”
I groan as I feel her clench around me, her body responding instantly as I murmur the filthy words in her ear. “I need to be inside of you sooner than that. I want to fuck you until all that cum is so deep inside of you it’ll stay there, and then I’m going to give you more, until you’re so fucking full of it, again and again, until—”
Marika moans, shuddering against my hand, and I realize with an almost painful surge of desire that this is turning her on as much as it is me. I’m not the only one aroused by the idea of coming inside of her, of her dripping with it, of fucking her again and again until I’ve come in her so many times she couldn’t help but end up pregnant because of it. She’s aroused by it too—and the evidence is soaking my fingers, her pussy so wet that even as tight as she is, I don’t think it will be hard for me to get inside of her.
I thrust my fingers into her, reaching with my other hand to free my aching cock, wrapping her hand around it as I groan. “That’s it,” I murmur into her ear as I curl my fingers inside of her, stroking her to the orgasm I need her to have before I slide my cock into her. “Stroke my cock,milis. Fuck, everything you do feels so fucking good.” There was a time not long before Marika when a woman’s hand on my cock wouldn’t have done as much for me any longer, but just her touch has me throbbing, thrusting against her palm like an inexperienced boy as I moan into the soft skin of her neck at the feeling of her wet heat around my fingers, desperate to feel it around my cock.
“Theo—” she pants my name, her hips rocking against my hand, and I can feel the moment she gives in, when she forgets everything she might be worried about except how much she wants me. “Oh god, I—”
“Come for me,cailín deas.” I graze my teeth over her throat, and she shudders, tightening around my fingers again. “Come for me so I can fuck you.”
She cries out at that, her orgasm overtaking her, and something about the idea that Ineedto make her come before I can have my cock inside of her turns me on even more, too. I feel the pre-cum dripping from the tip, over her fingers, sliding over my taut flesh as she strokes me through her climax, her hand stuttering and squeezing over my length as I close my hand around the side of her hip to keep her from losing her balance as her knees go weak.
I shove her dress up her hips, reaching for her leg and hooking it around mine as I thrust forward, angling myself between her trembling thighs. I can still feel her spasming as I thrust into her, groaning at the feeling of how hot and wet she is, burning up inside as I kiss her hard, my other hand sinking into her hair.
“Oh god, Theo—” she moans into the kiss, her hips grinding against me, meeting every thrust as I fuck her against the door. I reallyhadplanned to take her upstairs, wanted our first time here to be in the huge four-poster bed in the master suite, but I meant it when I said I couldn’t wait. The thought of what could result from how many times I’ve come inside her so far only makes me want to do it more. Even as I’m thrusting inside of her as deeply as I can go, the pleasure throbbing through my veins, I’m already thinking about the next time I’ll get to be inside of her.
I feel insatiable, like I can’t get enough. And from the way Marika is gasping, moving against me as she moans, I think she’s not far behind.
“God, you feel so good.” I thrust into her again, holding myself there for a moment, and when I’m still for a second too long, she squirms against me, needing more. “So fucking—” I groan, the words lost as she spasms around me, and I pull out of her sharply, spinning her so that she’s facing the door as I shove her dress up around her waist, looking at her perfect ass as I bend her over against it.
My cock is glistening from how wet she is, streaked with her arousal and my cum, and I thrust back into her, aching from even the moment of being outside of her tight heat. She cries out the moment I do, her face pressed to the heavy wood of the door as I find a rhythm, my fingers digging into her hips. The pleasure is almost too much, tightening every muscle in my body, better than anything I’ve ever felt before with anyone. I know I’m not going to last as long as I want to. I’m constantly torn between being terribly aroused by the thought of the moment I come for her and wanting to drag it out as long as I can, so I can keep feeling this.
“Oh—” she moans again, a steady stream of pleasured sounds falling like music from her lips as I thrust again and again. I slide my hands up the curves of her ass, imagining a moment when I might fuck her there—but not yet. “Oh god, I’m—I’m—”
