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She dances to the side and, holding my gaze, removes my shirt and throws it on the floor as she backs away to our room. “I want you, Octavius,” she repeats, bringing up my need right away.
“I’m right here, kitten.” I crook my finger at her. “Come here.”
She shakes her head and grabs the hem of her dress while continuing to walk backward to the room. “No. If you touch me, I forget about everything.”
“That’s the plan, kitten.”
Her mouth curves in a smile and we finally reach the room lit by the moonlight streaming so brightly, I can see every detail on her face from lust to need to something else I cannot name.
She stops in the middle of the room, sensuality dripping from her every move, and slowly drags the dress upward until her beautiful bare body comes into view, covered by a scrap of lace.
Her locks cascading down in heavy waves need to be wrapped around my fist as I lavish her perky breasts while her endless legs keep us locked together.
My woman is a vision that can tempt even a saint.
She drops the dress on the floor, breathing heavily while palming her breasts and squeezing them so hard, she moans. I barely resist the urge to go to her and bite on her nipples. “You’re gorgeous.” She blushes when I grip my jean-covered hard-on. “That’s for you, kitten. Only ever for you.” I want there to be no doubt when it comes to me that only she exists in my head. “Come here,” I repeat the command because if I don’t touch her again soon, I’m going to fucking explode. “Your pussy is dripping for me. Let me lick it all up.”
The air hitches in her throat, a raspy breath slipping past her lips, but she shakes her head as if resisting my softly-spoken words. “Not yet.” She saunters toward me, just a little bit closer and I can take her and fuck her so hard, she won’t think about escaping me again.
She wiggles her finger, though, when I reach out to wrap my arm around her. “Nope. Just feel for now, darling.” Excitement and trepidation coats her voice so I stand still, my fists clenching. Desire spreads through me as she kisses my throat and lifts on her tiptoes, meeting my mouth and giving me a soft, passionate kiss that quickly turns heated. “Whenever I look at you, my body burns anew.” Her lips shift lower, peppering small kisses on the way to my chest until she reaches one of my scars and traces the abused flesh with her tongue, my heart contracting inside me at the action.
My scars wear my pain as they remind me about my terror and weakness that I wish to forget.
I despise showing them to the world, although I can never hide them anyway, they are angry and dirty.
Just like the monster who inflicted them on me was.
However, in this moment, as her hands gently rub over my countless scars and her mouth kisses them all, she takes away the memories and gives me part of myself I never knew was even missing.
To her, my scars speak about strength, and in this the scars become mine and not something Wayne had given me so I’d never forget what he did to me.
“Whenever you look in the mirror again,” she murmurs over the scar Wayne gave me during one of his manic episodes, “think how much I love them because without them you wouldn’t be here with me.” My eyes close while the overwhelming onslaught of emotion sweeps over me, shaking me at the sheer truth ringing in her voice. “Your scars are not hideous, Octavius.” She glides her mouth upward again, kissing my cheek several times before palming my head. “They’re beautiful.” She slips her tongue inside my mouth, roaming and seeking mine as we duel for dominance.
With this kiss I want to show her how grateful I am for these words that sooth and heal the invisible wounds still present within me. I can’t imagine ever studying my reflection in the mirror…the idea now seems more bearable if it’s her voice and words I’d hear in my head.
Only hers and no one else’s.
In her presence, even my nightmares are powerless.
“Octavius,” she whispers, dragging her mouth down my throat to my chest, and I hiss when she bites on my peck, quickly licking it with her tongue before resuming her journey, scraping my flesh with her teeth on her way. “You’re so hot.” Her hands glide down my sides, leaving burning sensations in her wake until she lowers onto her knees, tilting her head back and looking up at me. “I want you.”
Lust flares through me at the sight of my woman, her perfect body on display making me harder with each breath she takes. She’s a temptation no sane man could ever resist, let alone someone like me.
My one craving and addiction is her. And I intend to indulge in my wife for the rest of my life.
“Do you, kitten?” She nods and gasps when I thread my fingers in her hair, bringing her closer to me and lowering the zipper on my jeans, the sound exceptionally loud in the room. Lust blankets her eyes when I take out my dick, stroking it, before asking her, “Show me how much you want me, kitten.” I feel her hot breath on me when she leans closer, causing fire blazing through my veins when she skims her lips over my dick from base to tip before wrapping them around me and earning herself a groan from me.
Hot heat surrounds me as she takes me as deep as she can, working over my length, and my hold on her hair tightens when she moans, the vibration only adding to the pleasure creeping up on me and threatening my control.
Tilting her head back, I press on her chin and open her mouth wide, thrusting slowly into her, and she groans, her nails digging into my hips. I welcome the pain mixing with pleasure because her mouth is heaven.
Swaying my hips back, I watch her suckle on the tip, her lips swollen and red from me. She swallows hard, her skin flushing while need for me practically pours from her. She places her hand on her stomach, drifting it lower until it reaches her pussy covered by her soaked panties. “Look at you, kitten. All needy for your man.” She moans, her fingers slipping inside until she cups her pussy. “Push your hand harder, kitten.” She presses the heel of her palm into her, a heavy breath escaping her. “Now your fingers.” She does, goose bumps breaking on her skin while she whimpers. “Not enough is it, kitten? You need your man to come.” She nods and I can’t stand it.
It’s unacceptable to me to have my wife in need of something that’s my duty to provide.
“Isla…fuck!” I mutter when she puts her mouth on me again, along with her hand moving in sync with her mouth. She drives me crazier with each lick and suck, creating a vacuum around me where only desire for her exists as it pushes me to come down her throat while her little whimpers and moans add to my madness.
Someday I’ll do just that, but not tonight.
