I still remember his beast-related comment, and the time has come to show my man that he’s a prince to me.
Orion
She’s gorgeous, a goddess sitting on top of me as a mischievous glint brightens her hooded eyes, instantly transforming her from the innocent creature to the temptress designed to seduce me.
“You’re mine, Orion.” My body hardens at the ownership ringing in her words as she nips on my neck, biting on the skin and pulling at it.
“Is that a question or a statement? Because it better be a fucking statement, Wife.”
“A statement.”
She trails kisses over my chest, tracing my scars with her tongue, soothing and healing things within me that hurt so much once upon a time.
Not due to the burns, they were the testament to what I’ve become and always served as a reminder that I could pretend to be civil and rational.
Still, it would not change my rotten nature, the monster hiding and lurking underneath, who was born from my father’s cruelty.
Despite all the crimes and the vices I’ve indulged in over the years, my biggest one would always be dragging Diana to my darkness and binding her in invisible chains, trapping her in my reality.
My wife got tangled in the hunter’s net, and she has no idea what that even means.
I should be ashamed.
Though I’m not.
When it comes to her, I’m selfish and possessive, and I would use whatever means necessary to keep her by my side. Blackmail and lies included.
Diana deserved to be cherished, adored, and loved all these years. Instead, they tarnished and abused my angel, taking her for granted and almost breaking her spirit, convincing her that she was nothing.
She’s mine now, and my darkness would fucking destroy anyone who dares to so much as sniff in her direction.
She moves lower, her heat smearing my thighs and legs as she runs her fingers over my ribs and dips her tongue into my belly button before scraping her teeth over my six-pack. While working out was always just a means to blow off some steam… my wife’s fascination with my muscles sure fucking put a new spin on my gym routine.
“You’re so handsome.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest, and I thread my fingers in her hair. I tilt it a little so she can look at me. “The world wouldn’t agree with you. You’re the beautiful one.” She cuts her nails into my sides, but the pain only adds to the zipping heat that urges me to fuck her hard and long so she’d never doubt us or this marriage. “I bet every man who looks at you wishes to wrap these pretty little lips”—I brush my thumb over them, and she sighs—“around their cock.” My hand flexes in her hair, and I see a hot flush on her skin. “Not that they’ll get a chance. I’d kill any man who’d be foolish enough to think he can have you.”
She shifts even farther, until I feel her hot breath on my hard dick that’s leaking from her sweet attention, and she whispers, “Oh.” She brushes her fingers over the tip before leaning forward and flicking it with her tongue, tasting me for the first time. My hold on her head tightens, my muscles growing rigid at her touch.
Curiosity shines in her blue eyes. My innocent wife never got the chance to play with it before, and I love knowing there hasn’t been anyone besides me.
I’m her first everything, and no other man would ever know what it’s like to have her.
Yes, it makes me a chauvinistic asshole. And I don’t give a fuck.
My beauty is only mine, and I make no apologies for it.
Another sigh escapes her, and I notice her swallowing hard, so I pull at her hair. I wait until she meets my gaze, then gentlytip her chin up with my free hand. “Whatever you do, I’ll fucking love it and ask for more.”
Her soft palm wrapping around me, she slowly pumps my cock up and down, and the tightness of her hold tests my self-control like nothing else. Each glide of her hand only makes me harder, and I resist the urge to flip her over and take her right now. My wife wishes to play and explore.
Whatever Diana wants, she gets.
Rolling her tongue out, she glides it from my base to the tip, nibbling on the head a little before trapping it between her lips and sucking on it, sending fire in every cell in my body that wishes to own her all the time. “Careful,” I warn her when she opens her mouth wide and takes me in as deep as she can. She chokes a little, and tears fill her eyes. She moves back, breathing through her nose while I thread my fingers in her hair once more for a better grip, tilting her head to an angle where she won’t hurt herself. “My eager overachiever,” I tease while the heat of her mouth makes me almost spill inside it. Her touch is all I need to experience pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Her eyes narrow, and her nails rake the skin of my stomach, causing my dick to jerk, so I push farther in her throat, and she moans around me. Sliding lower only to move back up until she nibbles on the tip again, whispering, “Remember what you promised me last night?” She traces the vein with her tongue, adding to the sensual electric volts rushing through me. “That next time…”
“Yes,” I cup her neck and tip her chin upward when she opens her mouth wide, moaning at my words and swallowing as much of my length while I push forward, my hold on her tightening.
