Page 200 of Making Choices

With a hand on either side of her head, I brace myself over her. “All the beauty in this room belongs to you. You are stunning. Inside and out.” She flushes with colour. I brush my lips over hers, then I lightly squeeze her throat. “Hold on, duchess. I wanna taste you before I claim you.”

I gather her wrists in one hand and pin them to her stomach as I lower my face between her legs. Marking the skin of her inner thigh, I test her skin with my teeth. She whimpers and thrashes. I nibble at her clit and Cherub moans. A single swipe of my tongue along her slit tells me I’m about to taste nirvana. The second lick promises me ecstasy. Over and over, I lave at the sensitive bundle of nerves and tease her tight hole with the lightest touch possible. I keep going until I feel the first flutters of an impending climax, then I spear her with my tongue and use my other hand to pinch the swollen nub that controls her pleasure.

“Carter, oh... fuck.” My duchess breaks apart. The feeling of her splintering sends me crazy. I steal one last taste of her ambrosia, then I rear upward to pin her hands above her head. My zipper is dragged down, my cock freed with efficiency, before I’m guiding him home. “Oh, God... I can’t. It’s too...”

Buried deep inside of my wife, I freeze.

Her heat.

Her tightness.

I’m hanging on by a thread.

“Fuckin’ hell, duchess. I can’t move.”

Gazes locked, we peer at each other, wide-eyed. In Cherub’s expression, I discover the same set of emotions that are holding me captive. Love. Adoration. A craving for more of both. The fear that we’ll never have enough. A sense of belonging that’s tainted by our missing piece.

“Do you feel me inside you, baby?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Good... because I’m not lettin’ a day go by without remindin’ you how perfect we are for each other.” I know that my promise is ridiculous. It’s a misguided attempt at running from the truth we’re both hiding from. This moment wasn’t possible without Venom’s manipulations—and our union will only continue for as long as he allows it. “I don’t give a fuck if God himself tries to get between us, I’m keepin’ you.”

“Carter,” Cherub murmurs my name so low I almost miss it.

“Duchess.”

“I love you.”

With a groan, I withdraw to the tip, then surge back inside of her. “I love you, too.”

“You’re not second best,” she declares as my hips punch forward again. I allow her to work one hand free of my grip, and she uses it to brush my hair back so she can see my eyes. “Different but equal. That’s all I can give you. Promise me that’ll be enough?”

“We aren’t makin’ promises, only actions,” I remind her. Bar the sound of our bodies slapping together and our heavy breathing, we lapse into silence. Moving between her legs, luxuriating in the grip her cunt has on my cock, I try to find the words to explain that I can’t give her what she’s asking for. “Equal is second place, duchess. Anything less than first means war.”

“I’ll walk away before I destroy you two.”

The agony in her threat is my breaking point. I press my mouth to hers, effectively cutting off her torturous rationalisations as I drive my objections home with my dick. One hand collars her throat while the other grips the swell of her hip to hold her in place. Kissing her. Fucking her. Using her. I work hard to strip all logic from the situation as I piston in and out of my duchess’ body.

She whimpers and moans. I murmur impossible demands—contradictions to the vow I made ten minutes ago to never make her forsake Venom for me. The paradox between my coherent mind and the wild need to own her, driven by my uncontrollable jealousy, makes her savage. My duchess takes everything I give her, hard thrust after hard thrust, while she fights my command to love me most.

Our battle is cathartic.

My balls tighten as my desire builds.

Her back arches as her lust reaches fever pitch.

“Yes. God. Yes. Carter.” The sound of my name clawing out of her throat as she orgasms a second time is my undoing. I bury my face in the crook of her neck. Her trembling fingers immediately clutch me to her as I come hard inside her. The spasming walls of her cunt pull me deeper as I reach nirvana at the same time as my wife strips me of all hope. “Different but equal, Carter. That’s all I can give you.”

My expression is as closed off as my heart as I pull away from her.

In judgemental silence, I tug my wet dick back in my boxers and zip up my suit pants.

“You just declared war,” I tell her once I’m back on my feet. “I hope you’re ready for the consequences.”

Cherub scurries backward like I’ve hit her.

She’s a mess.

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