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Seb
Hot. Warm. So tight. Her channel contracts around my dick, and goddamn, but I’m in heaven. And in hell, from how much I want her. And home. I’m home. I pull out, then stay poised at the entrance to her slippery channel. Her eyelids flutter. She jerks her hips forward, chasing my cock, and I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips.
Her forehead knits and she pouts. "You’re an asshole, you know that?"
"Always and forever, baby." I lunge forward, and thrust into her with enough force that her entire body jerks. The headboard slams into the wall. Behind me, I hear something crash to the floor. "Oops." I chuckle.
She blinks, then her gaze widens. "Did you make something fall down?"
"Seems that way." I peer into her eyes as I tilt my hips. Her lips part, and a soft breath whooshes out. "I’m going to fuck you now."
Her gaze widens as I thrust deep into her, again and again. I piston my hips and bury myself balls-deep in her again and again. A trembling winds up her body. Her features flush, and her pupils dilate. She arches her back, and I know she’s close. I lower my head to hers until our eyelashes tangle, until our breaths mingle, until my lips brush hers. "Come for me, Princess. Come all over my cock," I command.
It’s as if she was waiting for my words, for her chest heaves, a low keening cry slips from her lips, then moisture bathes my cock as her cunt flutters around my shaft. Her breasts tremble, her hips jerk, and she shatters under me. I continue to fuck her through her climax, then my balls draw up, and I come inside her.
Her eyelids begin to close, and I click my tongue. "Look at me, Princess."
She raises her eyelashes, holds my gaze, and together, we come down from the high.
"Seb," she whispers.
I lower my head and bump my nose with hers. "Hmm?" I kiss her lips. "Are you okay?"
She chuckles. "I may be a little out of my head with the orgasms, but otherwise... Wow."
I laugh. "That's the idea." I kiss her hard, then reach up and undo her restraints. I pull out of her, then swing my legs over the side of the bed. Straightening, I walk over to the foot of it, and undo the knots around her ankles. She brings up her knees, parts her legs wide, and holds out her arms.
"Cazzo," I blow out a breath, "you completely undo me, baby." I slide in between her thighs, then flip over, so she’s nestled on my chest. "Sleep now."
She pushes her cheek into my chest, and I feel my heartbeat against her skin. She stays there for a few seconds, then traces the outline of the bandage over my shoulder. "This doesn’t bother you too much, does it?"
"Now that you mention it..." A dull pain throbs down my side. "But when I'm with you, I tend to forget about everything else, baby."
She turns her face into my chest and kisses me. "Will I ever be able to forgive myself for what I did?"
I tug my fingers down her tresses. "The first one is always the worst," I reply honestly. "You probably won’t ever forget what you did. But like grief, the memory dulls with time. It’s always there, under the surface, lurking around and ready to spring forward during your weakest times… But you know why you did it, and you need to hold onto that reason. You know, if you hadn’t done it, he would have hurt you and our daughter."
She swallows. "You’ve been so good to her, from the moment you met her."
"I’ve always known she’s mine, like you are, from the moment I set eyes on you."
"I don’t regret what I did."
"Good." I notch my knuckles under her chin. "You shouldn’t. I just wish you had let me do it for you. I would do anything to spare you the weight of what you’ll carry for the rest of your life."
"It had to be me, to make sure he’d never bother us again. You understand that, right? I had to make sure he could no longer hurt us."
I blow out a breath. "I understand; doesn’t mean I agree." I lower my chin and press my lips to hers. "And never again, are you allowed to put yourself at such risk, you understand?"
She nods. "When I met you, I didn’t understand how you could do what you do. How you straddle this line between light and dark, between life and death, so casually. How you accept death is so much a part of your life." She draws in a breath. "Now I do."
"I wish you didn’t have to." I cup her cheek. "But I can’t deny that it makes the bond between us stronger, and for that, I’m grateful."
"You know I'll never use the safe word, right?" She searches my features. "I know that you'll never give me an occasion to use it. You're so attentive, so caring, so everything I've ever wanted in a Dom. I never dreamed that I could have someone as protective as you for my husband."
"I'll always be there for you and Avery," I vow.