My lungs expand, and she’s all I see.
All I hear. All I feel.
I'm home.
Our mouths clash, the taste of her lips making me growl as I pull her against me. My hunger is demonic, and I don't hold back, slamming her against the wall where the painting of our bedroom in Italy hangs, her sweet little tongue caressing mine. Moreover, she's just as desperate.
Just as needy, clinging to me as though afraid I'll disappear.
“Fuck, I've missed you. Hungered for you.” My words incense her, those lithe thighs encircling my waist and she grinds, desperate to feel me. Her body was made for me. She’s a gift I’ll always treasure. “Tell me what you want, needy girl, and it's yours.”
“You. Always you.”
“Then have me.” I croon against her lips, tasting the natural sweetness that’s always been a weakness. Embedding my fingers in her hair, I tilt her head back and rake my teeth down her lips and chin, not pausing until I reach the hollow of her throat. My mark is on the right; the imprint of my teeth forever brands her as mine.
Scraps of her shirt fall to the floor; the lace of her bra is next, and her heaving chest beacons me. To taste. To worship. “Motherfuck, beautiful.”
An intricate tattoo similar to the one on my back, but on a smaller scale, now adorns her flesh. It’s the mark of the royal family and appears on its own; a pair of dark wings stretched out—open—with beads of crystals and pearls. There’s a longer strand, though, that I can’t see because it disappears under her bottoms.
“Let me see you, too,” she pleads. Her eyes roll back when I cup her tit, pinching the tight little tip between two fingers. “Please, Theo. I need my King.”
“You want me, Mia Regina?”
“To worship every solid inch.” God, I’ve missed her mouth. The way she’s always spoken her mind, never holding back her emotions.
Her love. Her anger. Her wrath.
Slanting my mouth over hers, I take it in a quick yet brutal kiss. I’m re-familiarizing myself with her plump mouth and eager tongue—hearing her moan in pleasure as I nibble and then lick her lips. And it’s like the first time all over again.
“I love you so much, Gabriella.” My tongue intertwines with hers, fighting for a dominance she succumbs to and then lets me take. To possess her like she owns me. “I’ve needed you so much all these years.”
“I love you, too,” she says, her fangs descending. And fuck me if the sight of her like this isn’t delicious. My beautiful little demon. I also do something I’ve dreamed of for over a hundred years, licking each between harsh nips of her bottom lip. “Fuck me.”
“I will.” Another bite, this time to her jaw. “You have ten minutes to do your worst, pretty girl. Anything you please.”
“Just ten?”
“Ten. Not a second more.” Placing her back on the ground, I tear her bottoms and panties off with one hand while tracing a finger from her right nipple to the left, leaving the sting behind of a smack to each hard tip. “I’m counting.”
She’s bare before me, standing like a goddess with a curvaceous figure and perky breasts. Her thick hips and the wet juncture of her thighs makes my mouth water, but I stand firm.
I’ll give her this. Just these next minutes, because when I take her again—fuck my wife—she won’t get a second to think or do or feel anything but my cock stretching her wide.
Gabriella takes the two steps between us, stopping when our bare chests meet again; she rises onto the tips of her small toes. It’s sexy how she can’t reach me even like this.
So tiny. So delicate. So mine.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers against my throat, sweeping her lips back and forth while her hands wander down my chest. Her touch is gentle, with reverence, and I hiss out in pain. My cock throbs while my chest expands with a rough breath.
I haven’t felt the touch of a woman since her death. I’d never cheat on her. Never so much as look, because there’s no comparing and lowering my standards was a crime against her memory.
Our union.
“I’ve never blamed you, pretty girl. Not once.”
Her head shakes, and a tender kiss is placed where my heart once beat. “Please forgive me for taking so long to come back. For leaving you alone.” Another kiss, this one on my stomach just above my belly button. “For forgetting who I am.” Her knees meet the ground, and her sharp nail rips the jeans I’m wearing from waistband to ankle on each side, the denim material falling to the ground. “But more than anything, I forgot who we are to each other, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that.”
I swallow hard, cock throbbing. “The moment you took your first breath, nothing else mattered to me.” A bead of come pearls at the tip, and the little she-devil watches it. Licks her lips as it slides down the engorged head and toward the underside.
She stops the drop with her hand, gripping me tight. “You took care of me.” She pumps me once, twisting her hand on the upward stroke. “You killed for me.”
“No one will ever hurt you again,” I groan. Her lips are wrapped around the head, tongue flicking the slit. “Not even me.”
“I know, and I forgive you. You broke my mind but set me free.” Then she’s taking me in her mouth, not stopping until her lips kiss the base. Then she swallows, hollowing those cheeks while her tongue licks the underside.
“Motherfuck,” I snarl, almost angry at how easily she pulls me to the edge with a few flicks of her tongue. My hands caress her head before gripping the long tresses, holding her there while those hungry eyes watch me. “I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth before I destroy your pussy, Gabriella. And I’m one lucky son of a bitch because you’ll let me. Won’t you, pretty girl?”
Her lips stretch into a grin around my girth; the sight is obscene. Filthy. So beautiful.
“That’s not ten minutes.”
“I know.” Then I pull out just enough to leave the head sitting on her tongue, rubbing it, before slamming back into the hilt. Her throat expands with each thrust, and had my wife still been human, she would’ve been dead.
My strokes are punishing, almost a blur, yet I pet her hair reverently.
And with each swallow around me, she says I love you in return.
I take my pleasure from her and she lets me, sucking a little harder while I throw my head back and revel in the warmth of her mouth. With the way her nimble fingers tug on my balls, causing a deep rumble to build in my chest and shake the windows around us.
