Page 32 of Liar's Heart
Forged in pain.
Bound by blood.
Death no longer seems like enough to divide us.
I swallow, emboldened by drugs or my husband's resolve, I'm not sure. But I have to get the words out before I lose my nerve. “I didn't know, but I can see it now. How it could be. How this could work between us. And I… I want it.”
My husband's eyes round like saucers as he breathes once, twice, then swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing at his open collar. He runs both hands through his hair, letting them take his head back before reversing direction and scrubbing them down his face. When his gaze lands on me again, there's anguish in those gray eyes. His voice is full of the same when he says, “I'm not a good man. I won’t hold you exempt from your drugged confessions. I need you to understand that, Merrick. I can't…” He looks away, the muscle in his jaw feathering while he steels himself before turning back to me. “You can't say shit like that and take it back once you come down. I'm not a good enough man to let you take it back.”
Kneeling naked at the feet of a killer, I’m inclined to heed his warning. I know all too well what my husband is capable of, why he’s not a good man. His soul is stained dark as night, but the darkness is where I thrive. Both physically and emotionally vulnerable in a way I could only ever be with Ender, I tell him, “A good man would never suit me, husband. Only you.”
Ender lands on his knees in front of me, cradling the back of my head with one palm while the other grabs my thigh, working my legs out from underneath me as his lips take mine, pushing me back until I'm pinned beneath him on the soft, indigo carpet. His kiss gains momentum, diving deeper into my mouth as he wraps my thighs around his waist.
I dig my heels into his ass, trying to encourage him to find his way inside me, but the bastard only presses closer and rolls his hips, running the hard, ridged underside of his length through my folds. He swears, pulling back to spread my thighs wider before carefully parting my pussy and exposing the wet, swollen hole hidden beneath. Eyes on my most intimate parts, knowing I can hide nothing from him like this, he asks, “Is this all for me, wife?”
I answer him with a gasp. “Yes.”
Ender hums in approval before bending down to run his nose along my slit, inhaling deeply. “My god. This pussy could ruin me, and I'd thank you for it. I'd follow you to hell and back, baby, but this pretty pink cunt? She's my paradise.”
Then he places a sweet, gentle kiss on my clit, sealing his words into my skin before sliding back up my body and burying his face in the crook of my neck. He worships the scar there with his mouth while his hips begin to rock against me, coating himself in my arousal. I run one hand through his hair, grabbing whatever I can of his short, dark waves while the other wraps around his neck, trying to find as much skinas possible past the collar of his shirt. Leaving my neck, he takes my mouth again, kissing me in between frantic words, “I know… I know I promised I'd fuck your mouth… baby. I know… but I can't help myself… I need this pussy so bad. I need it…”
Ender cants his hips, pulling back until his tip finds and notches into my entrance. Then he sinks himself to the hilt in one clean thrust. I gasp at the abrupt stretch, my body sore from yesterday and still not used to taking his size. It feels so good, my body alive and responsive to him. The little bite of pain is just one more sensation for me to enjoy, like the carpet on my back or the cool cotton of his shirt on my nipples.
He moves hard and fast, fucking me into the ground like a man possessed. One hand grips my hip and tugs, adjusting his angle while barely faltering. The head of his cock touches something inside of me with this new angle, a sweet spot that further spins up my arousal, and I moan, long and low. “I know, baby,” he soothes, “I know. It feels good for me too.”
Suddenly, I can't bear the fact that there's anything between us, even his clothes. I need his skin touching mine everywhere, and I need it now. My fingers scramble to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt, slipping on the placket as he moves above me. I manage to get one button loose before frustration sets in. Smacking his chest with open palms, I cry, “Get this off!”
Locking my legs around his waist, I arch my back as he lifts back onto his knees, keeping us connected. He smirks down at me, watching me writhing on his cock, and begins unbuttoning the ones I missed before shucking it off and tossing it aside. Bending forward, he scoops me into his arms and pulls me upright, impaling me on him. He presses me tightly into his chest, and I plant my feet on the floor to gain leverage. Ender fucks himself up into me, and I meet him stroke for stroke, dropping my hips to take him as deeply as I can.
For the first few thrusts in this new position, we’re both gasping, open-mouthed and overwhelmed at the intensity. Being this close, holding on to him—it’s ratcheting up the emotional intimacy between us to levels that make my heart riot. I take his mouth with mine, frantic to increase the contact between us any way I can. He moans and licks into my mouth, devouring me right back. I’m holding on to him for dear life, desperately clinging to his neck and shoulders while trying to push up and down with my feet until he ends our kiss and gently taps my hip twice with his fingers, calling for my attention.
He carefully deposits me back on the floor before sitting back on his heels, palms pressed to his knees and head hanging between his shoulders while he catches his breath. I push myself up onto my elbows and ask, “What’s wrong?”
Ender shakes his head lightly, dissipating my worry while his breathing slows. “My knees,” he pants out. “They’re, uh, not a fan of that one.”
I start shaking, trying and failing to contain my laughter at his admission. “Your knees too old to fuck, grandpa?” I tease.
At that, he bites his lower lip and lunges for my ankle, dragging me to him as I turn to crawl away. I fail, only playing into his hand when I feel an open palm ricochet off the butt cheek I accidentally left exposed and vulnerable to him. “Not too old to tame your ass, vix.”
Letting go of my ankle, he moves to stand, but when he straightens his legs, two loud cracks come from the elderly joints in question. I lose it all over again.
I’m so busy laughing my ass off I don’t notice he’s made it fully upright until I feel him grab me around the waist and haul me off the ground. He deposits me stomach-down across the top of his desk, one warm palm planted between my shoulder blades. I shiver with pleasure at the contrast of the cold, unforgiving desk to my front and my husband’s heat to my back while his other hand skates across my left butt cheekin warming circles. That palm vanishes and reconnects with force, making the other hand work to hold me down as I jump and squeal, “Did you… You just spanked me!”
“Like the brat you are,” he says.
I smile down at my reflection in the wood, knowing my hair is curtaining my face from his view. “A brat with age-appropriate knees.”
This time, the hit lands on my right cheek. Each side receives one more strike before I feel him cover my back with his front, his slick cock resting in between my heated cheeks. Ender presses against me as he says into my ear, “I thought after yesterday, you would know I'm nowhere near past my prime. But if you've forgotten already…”
Cool air touches my back where his hot skin just was, and then I feel his cock nudging its way to my entrance. He finds his mark quickly and sinks in hard and fast, clearly planning on making me eat my words regarding his virility.
By the third stroke, I'm begging for more, the new angle hitting a spot inside me that's threatening to detonate hard and fast. Ender’s pace holds true, and a few thrusts later, my eyes are rolling into the back of my head. I clench around him, the orgasm strong enough to make my knees buckle beneath me. He fucks me through it, wringing every last bit of ecstasy from my release.
When I finish coming down, he pulls out, tapping me on the hip again as he steps back and tells me to stand. I do and turn to face him, only to be swept off my feet once more and deposited on the edge of the desk. Holding myself up with my hands behind me, he pushes my thighs open, and we both watch as he slides home once more. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him in tightly, wanting him close like we were on the floor, but leave my hands where they are. He cradles my face in those big, warm hands of his and kisses me deeply while he moves inside me. I open to him fully, offering no resistance as he does exactly what he promisedhe’d do at our Binding—sink and drown me in the pleasure of his love.
It doesn’t take long before his thrusts turn from easy to determined, ready to finally see this through to his own release. His pubic bone grinds deliciously against my clit, and the steady urgency has my pussy clenching around him, a second orgasm threatening to tear through me. My inner walls flutter around him again, and he groans into my mouth, pulling back to whisper, “That’s right, baby. Come with me this time.”
One of his hands presses firmly against the small of my back, pulling me tighter to him. I whimper, and my legs begin to shake as the tension builds again. “Ender.” I gasp. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
