Page 94 of Between Dusk and Dawn

Chapter Forty

The man I was in love with was there, but was also mixed in with the man I feared most. When he spoke the truth for the first time, it was like I was finally seeing him without any weight on his shoulders. I was not naive, I knew something had happened to Cagen the moment I showed up that night. He just never told me and both of us held this deep resentment toward each other.

But we were so vulnerable and raw in front of each other. I’d never felt this naked in my entire life, and I was fully clothed. His gaze was obscured, revealing the fervor coursing through his veins—an undeniable need.

Despite the intensity of his desire, he bore visible signs of recent conflict with Georgie. The flow of blood had abated, but remnants still lingered, and his bruised lip, chunks of bloody flesh, and pained expression indicated the toll on his body. Despite being clothed, the subtle indications suggested a few broken ribs, evident in the wince that accompanied each step he took.

"You’re hurt," I whispered as I heard the scuffle of boots along the frozen leaves around me, but I couldn’t move my gaze from his. The fire in his eyes burned so deeply it was terrifying.

"Did I fucking stutter, wife? Get on your knees. I am not asking again."

What a filthy husband I had. My knees crunched as I dropped to the ground and opened my mouth, readying myself for him.

"Yes, Muse. You know exactly what I want. No, what I need."

"Fill me up with your seed, sir. Please."

I wanted him to dominate me, send me into oblivion. He winced as he pulled his pants down.

His cock was thick and just as needy as he was. We were in the middle of the cold, and frankly, I didn’t care who the fuck saw me gagging on my husband’s cock.

"You were made for me," he groaned as he thrust himself all the way to my throat. "Fucking perfect fit."

I gagged as he held his chest with one hand and thrust his hips so his cock stuffed my face properly.

"When you said—" He groaned as I worked his shaft with my tongue. "When you told me you loved me, confessed it in front of everyone, I imagined what this moment would look like, when I could finally claim you as mine."

"Yours," I said as I pulled off him only for him to thrust inside. He was so thick and beautiful. I loved giving him this pleasure, watching him unfurl as he towered over me.

"All of your truths," I whispered so he knew I wasn’t mad at him for sharing what had happened.

"What do you need, Muse? Tell me." He took a small step backward and I unlatched from my hold.

"I want to please you. I want to get you off. I want you to call out my name as you spill inside my mouth."

A devious turn of his lips was the only sign he gave me that I satisfied him before he continued his assault.

"So fucking beautiful," he lamented right before he came into my mouth, filling me up with his sticky seed.

"Next time, your cunt." I swallowed, licking my lips before looking up at him, my knees killing me from the cold.

"What?" I asked, knowing damn well what he meant. I was being a brat and wanted to hear it from him.

"I am going to come so hard into your throbbing, aching pussy and get your sweet ass pregnant."

I shook my head as I stood up. "No babies." I wrapped my hands gently around his neck. "Let me enjoy you for a little bit."

"As my wife wishes." He lazily kissed me back, tasting himself on my lips.

"Let’s go inside so I can fix you up," I said before extending my hand.

Walsh paused and stared at my hand like I’d done something out of the ordinary.

I had to double-check, maybe I had something gross still on my hand, but couldn’t find anything wrong.

"What?" I shook my head as he stood there. A smile crept up on his face which confused me even more.

"I just…I never want to forget the sight." He sighed.

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