Page 26 of His Collateral Wife

His fists clenched involuntarily as he watched her slowly bow her head.

His eyes squeezed shut as her lips closed over him.

And when her head started bobbing up and down, he found himself blindly reaching for her hair.

He could feel her choking and resisting as he took control of the pace.

But at the same time, he could also smell the scent of her need tingeing the air.

Eden. Eden. Eden.

Her name was a secret song of his soul.

And when he finally came inside her mouth, he felt her body shudder, and she, too, started coming as his seed rushed down her throat.

Eden. Eden. Eden.

Her name was all he allowed himself.

And it would remain so until he could find a way to make his wife love him back.

Faking It

"Do people really post fake photos about themselves on the Internet?"

Calixte looked at his wife knowingly. They had just finished lunch aboard his yacht a while ago, and while he was enjoying his coffee after, he had caught Eden gnawing on her lip with her frowning gaze fixed on her phone.

"You watched another documentary on Tiktok, didn't you?"

Her guilty expression was too adorable to resist, and he pushed himself up on one elbow in order to lean over and steal a long, passionate kiss from her rose-tinted lips.

When he lifted his head, her mouth looked properly swollen, and it was one of the most satisfying things he had ever seen.

Today was definitely going to be another good day.

Calixte leaned back against his side of the two-seater lounge. "It's yes, by the way."

Eden immediately sat up at his words. "Why, though?"

"Because it makes them feel good, I suppose. But don't take my word for it." Calixte had zero presence in social media, and unlike others who paid a fortune to make themselves popular online, Calixte had people on his payroll to ensure the opposite.

"But...if you know what you're posting is fake, then how can you feel good about it?"

Calixte's lips pressed together in an effort to stifle his smile.

Not once did his life would one day come to this: a relaxing Sunday spent sailing down the Riviera, and him actually enjoying the challenge of pondering existential questions brought about by his wife's unfamiliarity with the outside world.

Calixte had rarely spent his time considering his future. But in the few times he did, he had only seen three possibilities: an early grave because of his line of work, a solitary existence even in his old age (also because of his work)...or him possibly succumbing to temporary insanity by marrying a cookie-cutter wife who was young and beddable but without much else to offer.

None of these scenarios had been worth looking forward to, but he had also ended up drawing a frustrating blank when trying to think of a way to change the direction of his future.

He had always felt that loneliness was the path set in stone for him.

Until Eden.

Every second he spent with her had meaning, and everything she said or did fascinated him---even her troubling ability to see evil in "normal" people.

"You know it's not real," his wife persisted in pointing out, "and you can't fool yourself otherwise."

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