My tongue found the sweet spot between her thighs, latching onto her clit just to hear her whimper. I loved the sounds she made, the soft cries and gasps that I caused. My tongue kept a steady rhythm, circling her clit, forcing her body to react. Her hips rocked against my mouth, rolling with each thrust of my tongue. Nipping along her thighs, I soothed the pain with soft kisses, urging her to spread them wider for me. To open up only for me.
My tongue darted out, wanting to taste every inch of her. I held nothing back, lapping at the soft folds, softly taking them between my teeth before flattening my tongue against her entrance. Fingers tangled in my hair, pushing me down as she tried to take control. Her hips rolled as she lost herself, as she let the lust and desire finally take over so completely.
I let her use my mouth and tongue for her own pleasure. I let her guide me as I continued to taste her, feeling the slickness against my lips, my chin. Her movements quickened, forcing my tongue against her clit as she inched closer to the edge. Her breaths became louder, though she tried to hide it, soft groans filling my ears like the sweetest music.
And when she finally came, it took everything in me not to yank her lower so I could feel her cunt throbbing around my cock. With what little self-control I had left, I waited for her trembling to subside, for her to take a deep breath before opening her eyes. Seeing her like that, flushed and blushing from her orgasm, made me crazy. I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been before, how I ever thought I could leave this.
My mind flashed back to tonight, when I saw her step out onto the docks beside David. Hot jealousy flooded my chest, breaking what little I had left to hold back. Gripping her hair, I pulled her head back, making sure she could see the emotion in my eyes.
“I promised to never leave again,” I growled, “but if you ever bring another man around without telling me first, there’ll be hell to pay.”
Whatever sharp retort she had on the tip of her tongue disappeared as I buried myself inside her once again. My free hand slipped around her throat, curling around her neck as I held myself over her. Her eyes flicked to mine as her lips parted in a silent moan. I could still see the challenge in her eyes. She liked that she’d made me jealous. It gave her some control.
Well, fuck that.
I pounded into her, loving the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock as I pulled out. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me deeper inside, holding me closer. With my hand still around her throat, I bent down, claiming her mouth again. Her tongue slipped across my lips, tasting herself. I pulled away, my lips latching onto her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as her nails dragged along the wrist at her neck. I could feel her pulse fluttering beneath my fingertips, driving me wild. I was close, the fire licking at the pit of my stomach as I pounded into her tight little body.
But I couldn’t do all of the work on my own. Rolling, I propped myself on the edge of the mattress, her legs resting on either side of my hips. My hand slid from her throat, between her breasts as my cock twitched inside her.
“Fuck me, baby.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. Gripping my shoulders, she rode me. I could see the minute she was going to come again, the friction between her clit and my skin yanking her over the edge again. One hand slid between us, my fingers working furiously at the sensitive nub as she rode me. Her head tipped back, and I eagerly tangled my free hand in those dark curls of hers, forcing her to arch her back and displaying her tits for me.
“Come for me. Come all over this cock,” I murmured, my lips tracing my words against the soft curves of her breasts.
She cried out, the sound pushing me to my own climax as she bounced on my dick. I groaned, burying my face between her tits as we both climaxed. My balls tightened as I filled her so completely. Sienna gripped my shoulders, riding through the waves of her own orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, mingling with my own as we clung to each other. I kissed every trembling muscle from her neck to her shoulders, reveling in the way her body reacted to my touch.
When the trembling subsided, she curled into me, her cheek against my shoulder as I brushed sweat-slicked hair from her forehead. I kissed her temple, letting my lips linger just to breathe her in, to memorize the feeling of her body against mine.
“That was some apology.” I could feel her shoulders shaking slightly. Lifting her head, she smiled, kissing me softly.
“Well, I figured my words wouldn’t be enough,” I replied, smirking. “I needed to give you an apology you wouldn’t forget. What is it they say? Happy wife, happy life?”
She moved to slip off my lap, but I was reluctant to let her go. Instead, I pulled her back onto the bed, holding her in my arms. “Are you feeling okay?” I asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”
Sienna shot me a dry look. “Oh please. I’m fine.”
We laid there for a few moments in silence, my hands brushing along her arm lazily. Her leg draped over mine, her own fingers running along my chest. It almost felt normal. As if we were two average people who married because they were truly in love, and not forced into it just to please their feuding families. But Sienna was anything but average.
I took this time to study the room. It wasn’t that different from how she’d decorated her other apartments. One thing I noticed was that there weren’t any personal items here. No pictures, nothing to indicate who stayed here. My eyes trailed over the white desk in the corner, a few vintage books resting on top of the flat surface, more for looks than anything else. The white decor was feminine yet subtle. But it didn’t have an ounce of Sienna’s personality.
“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” The question that slipped from my lips surprised both of us.
“I—I’m not sure,” she said quietly. “I honestly haven’t even had time to think about it.”
Another softer wave of guilt washed over me. “Are you afraid?”
She was silent for a long moment, so long that I almost thought she’d fallen asleep. But then I heard her whisper so softly I almost missed what she’d said. “It feels like I’m always afraid these days.” Pulling away, she propped herself on her arm, gazing down at me. Studying my reaction. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I am pregnant. That we’ll have to do everything we can to make this world safer for our baby.”
I slowly rose, meeting her gaze. “Sienna, I told you before—we will end this. I’ll keep you safe. Both of you.”
“I know you’ll try,” she whispered.
I let my hand brush against her stomach. Her fingers caught mine, holding it there for a moment before we pulled away. “Trying is all I can promise,” I admitted. “I don’t know how this will turn out. I don’t know if I’ll fail again. But I want you to know that I will fight until my last breath when it comes to you.”
Her kiss is soft, acknowledging my words when there were no more to say. I pulled her closer, wrapping her in my arms as if that would keep her safe from the chaos around us.
“Thank you for coming back to me.” I nearly missed those words, just a breath on her lips.