Page 70 of Sparks Still Fly

“Y-you. You do.”

He lowers his head to take a nipple into his mouth. When his teeth graze the hard peak, and his tongue flicks over it at the same pace as he’s fucking me, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Owen pulls back and I miss his mouth on me instantly, but fuck, his words spur me on in a whole other way. “That’s right. And what am I to you, wife?”

I can hardly string words together as he keeps up his punishing rhythm. “M-my husband.”

He growls, and I watch as his muscles tense. “So again. Who gets to make you come?”

I’m a mess of moans and whimpers, but I manage to give him the answer. “My husband. Only my husband gets to make me come.” I tighten around him as I sit on the precipice of my orgasm.

He hisses in a breath. “Yeah, I feel that. I feel every bit of this cunt gripping me and I want more. So, you’re gonna come for me now, fengári mou.”

He presses his thumb to my clit, moving with expert precision. No one has ever known my body as well as Owen James. No one ever will. And sparks fly all around me. Our sparks still fly, just like they always have. Because they never stopped.

The words coming out of my mouth are unintelligible. My body shakes, and I cling on to Owen as his thrusts become shallower and more erratic. Owen tenses as he holds on to me, too. With our faces buried in each other’s necks, he takes a deep breath, then runs his nose along my jaw, and across my cheek until we’re nose-to-nose, breathing one another’s air.

When his lips touch mine, they’re soft and searching. Nothing like the man who just ordered me to climax. He’s still holding himself up with one arm, only letting me feel some of his weight, and when he starts to lift off, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him back down.

“Wait. Just a little while longer like this. Please.” He doesn’t say anything, he just goes back to kissing me, letting me take delight in the way he feels above me, inside me.

We stay like that for a long time, neither one of us making the move to separate. The pressure of our bodies together, the feel of him still connected to me, all of it equates to a perfect moment. Just like last time. And I hate what that thought does to me. I hate that my instinct is to immediately push him off and be the first to lie and say this means nothing.

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just like the tides.

maeve

I don’t get the chance to push him off me because he deepens our kiss, his tongue seeking out mine, making me almost forget the possibility that history will repeat itself. It’s as if Owen can read my feelings, and he knows exactly how to settle them.

He moves above me, and he hardens again as he shifts his hips. His cock moves inside me easily, the delicious friction causing a whimper to leave my lips.

“You need me to prove to you that this is nothing like last time, Maevey? Because I’m gonna do that.” He moves again, pulling almost all the way out of me and pushing back in so fast it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. “I’ll show you every day that I won’t make the same mistake twice.” Again, he pulls out slowly and rams himself back into me. “I’ll show you that this isn’t just for one night. It never was. You’re my forever. Do you hear me, sunshine?” He does it again, pushing even harder this time, and all of my nerve endings come to life. I whimper a response that sounds vaguely like a yes.

“Now say it with me.” He continues his slow movements followed by hard and fast thrusts as he hits that perfect spot inside me. But it’s not enough. I need faster. I whimper again, moving my hips, urging him to speed up. “I’m yours. Only yours.” He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “Say it.”

“You’re mine. Only mine.” His green eyes meet mine, and the heat in his gaze is the only response I need. He likes that I didn’t just repeat the exact words he said to me but turned them back on him.

“Fuck, yes, I am. Now say you’re mine. Only mine.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and it’s obvious that keeping up this slow pace is difficult for him. Surely, he wants more, too.

“I’m yours. Only yours.” The words come out clearly. There’s not a shred of doubt in my heart that they’re true.

“And this time it’s forever.” He pulls back further, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Say the words, Maeve.” My brain knows that his words should not have this kind of effect on me. They’re just words. But my body doesn’t care. Every command out of Owen’s mouth is mine to fulfill.

“This time it’s forever.” He grunts a response and picks up the pace, but only ever so slightly. I brush the hair off my face, but before I can bring my hand back to his shoulder, he covers my hand with his, linking our fingers together on the bed.

“Now say it all again for me.” His jaw is so tight I’m afraid he’ll hurt himself. It’s visible that he’s holding back, and it pains him to do so. I want everything from him, almost as much as I want to know that the words I’m about to say again are true.

“You’re mine.” He speeds up, keeping his movements controlled. “I’m yours.” My whimpers get louder as his thrusts get faster and harder. “Forever,” I scream, over and over as he pushes me over the edge again, our eyes and hands locked together as I come. His grip on my hand tightens as he grunts out his release.

“Forever,” he whispers as he collapses next to me, pulling me with him so my head lands on his chest. I listen as his quickened heartbeat begins to slow, his breathing going along with it. He drops a kiss to the top of my head, then another, and then he whispers again, “Forever, fengári mou. You and me forever.”

I shut my eyes tightly, willing the tears to remain where they are. I inhale a deep breath and nod into his chest. We stay like that, with nothing but the sounds of our slowing breaths and his heartbeat in my ear. I let myself believe the lie. Just for now.

Eventually, I can no longer ignore my bladder and the stickiness of our bodies becomes more obvious and less hot, so I speak up.

“Hey, O?”

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