I kinda want to high five her…probably a shit idea.
“Baby,” I ease out of her, noting the blood on my half mast cock and between her thighs. I brush my thumb across her cheek. “You don’t ever have to thank me. Not for that.” I scoop her up and carry her into the bathroom. Steam curls around us as the shower hisses to life, the spray catching the low light. Warm water hits my back, and I tilt her under it, letting it wash away the evidence of what we just did. “You’ll always have a choice with me.” I tell her, my voice rough. “I wish I were more…vanilla for you, baby.”
Her brow creases. “Vanilla?” she asks, still trembling and breathless.
“First time is vanilla. I can’t throw you around like my favorite chew toy and tie you to the headboard.” I turn to look at her.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I ask, voice low, trying to steady the heat coiling in my chest.
“I—I’m a little sore but…that was…”
“Too much?” My gut tightens.
She lets out a soft yawn and shakes her head. “Perfect. I want more.” Her words hit me like a lightning bolt, and something in me stumbles.
Jesus Christ, she says that as her virginity runs down her fucking legs.
“I can tell you that it only gets better from here.”
“Wait. Gets better?” She says eyes wide and looking a little panicked.
“Dove, I’m gonna show you the world…”
Stop talking, Trey, before you make promises you can’t keep.She smiles faintly.
“I-I mean, I’m your wife now. Who else is going to—”
“—match my freak?” I finish for her, and she laughs
“And to think,” I breathe, smiling despite myself. “I stole you from a church. Like reverse Jesus.”
She giggles, drowsy and content. “What’s reverse Jesus? You say the weirdest things, Trey.”
“I’m saying you’re my beautiful miracle,” I murmur. She tilts her head, blinking sleepily, and I can’t help but laugh. Birdlike. Dove really was the right name for her.
“Besides, technically,” she mumbles, “I ran.”
I chuckle, low. “All part of my master plan. Devil in disguise, remember?”
She shakes her head. “No. I know the devil. You’re not him.”
“If we are getting into technicalities… we’re in a fake marriage and I…” I shake my head. “I took your virginity in less than twenty-four hours, baby. Pretty sure I’m not the good guy you think I am.”
She narrows her eyes and shakes her head. “Nope. I begged you,” she says, voice barely above the water’s hiss. She shifts a little, uncomfortably, and winces.
“Maybe I’m not the saint you think I am?”
I can’t help it. I move closer, leaning towards her, while she stands defiantly. The moment stretches.
“Then before we go any further, you should know something.” I hold her gaze, the words rough in my throat. “I want to ruin you for anyone who might dare come after me,” I admit, eyes locked down on hers. “I want you to fucking crave me. Because I’m selfish. Because I want this to be real.” I take her chin between my fingers.
“I’m scared I’m going to hurt you…But it’s too damn late now. I’m all in.” My eyes search hers, looking for any sign of regret. Instead, her eyes shine. Then she smiles. Really smiles. The kind of smile that breaks every defense I’ve ever had.
“All in,” she whispers. She sways toward me, still trembling, and I steady her as she reaches up on her toes. She’s still too small to reach me so I grab her ass, lifting her higher.
“K-kiss me.” She demands. I smile and oblige. I know we’ve passed the point of no return. Our tongues fight for dominance for a while. This kiss feels different. More raw, more meaningful.
I grab the soap and lather it in my hands, running them over her shoulders, down her body, over her breasts, between her legs, gentle, slow. She doesn’t look away—just watches me. I see the scars on her body, and I can guess what caused them. Some match my own. Only difference is, mine are buried beneath ink. I move slower, until she melts into my touch.
