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“We’ll take family trips… Spend nights with your parents and let our kids play with all of their cousins…” He picks up the pace, guiding me to move faster as he strengthens his hold on me. I cross my arms behind him, clawing at his back with one hand and cradling his head with the other. He kisses me again hungrily before pulling away to nuzzle our faces together, allowing our breaths to entangle in a way that mimics our bodies.
“We’re going to grow old…” he speaks against my lips. “I’m going to give you a long and happy life.” Our pace quickens more, enhancing the sound of our slapping bodies. My moans start to echo off the walls, barely masking the sound of his grunts and groans. “We’ll be together until we take our last breaths, and then we’ll stand beside each other in the afterlife. Promise me,” he demands.
“I promise,” I moan out and move harder, chasing the euphoric build that has started to rumble in my gut, causing my walls to flutter around him. He slams into me over and over, seemingly pursuing his own release.
“Swear it,” he growls loudly and digs his fingertips into my ass cheek.
“I swear, Damien! Oh, God…” I scratch down his back and bury my face in his neck as my orgasm builds to an aching level, ready to break.
“Scream my name, little wolf. Tell me who your God is!”
“DAMIEN!” I cry out as I shatter, quaking violently and clenching around him while keeping the pace. Stars shoot behind my eyes while everything else darkens, pulling me into a place of nothing but pleasure. He stiffens inside me and yanks me down a final time—burying himself as deep as he can go before releasing inside me—trembling beneath me as he emptieshimself. We cling to one another as we resurface, getting lost in each other’s heavy breaths and shuddering limbs.
He kisses lightly across my face and neck, nuzzling against me like he’ll never get the chance again.
“Promise me we’re going to have all of that. Tell me you believe me when I swear to give it to you,” he says in a tender whisper laced with nothing but conviction.
“I promise, baby. I’ve never doubted you.” I kiss him softly again and caress his jaw as I relax in his arms—happy to stay in this chair for the rest of our lives if that’s what it will take to keep him together.
Chapter twenty-three
Ashia
Six Days Later
‘I Wanna Be Yours’ – Arctic Monkeys
This is stupid. So, so stupid. I don’t know why I ever thought I could pull this off. Self-confidence is not my strong suit, and this will definitely take a lot of poise. I'm not used to doing this kind of thing, but I want to do it for him. He obviously likes bondage. He tied me up for weeks, and while we don’t do it as much anymore, he’s a master at sex. So, I need to really try and keep things interesting for him, even if my experience is minimal comparatively.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I don’t think I’ve ever looked so sexy. The outfit Serena helped me pick is definitely the most revealing thing I’ve ever worn; the ‘body suit’ is nothing but inch-wide straps that wrap around my figure and leave me exposed. The fabric’s only use is to cup the bottom of my breasts and ass cheeks, while the ‘panties’ have a pocket that hold my handless vibrator. A chain runs down the center of my chest and around my neck, creating a collar that tightens when it’s pulled on.
Ser did my makeup and hair before I slipped this on. She waved my long black hair and created a dark smoky eye and pale nude lipstick. She tried red first, but she said the color, paired with my skin tone, made me look like a cheap whore rather than a million-dollar wife. So, I trust her judgement.
I turn to look at her as we stand in our bathroom, on the verge of freaking out.
“I can’t do this, Ser.”
“The hell you can’t, do you see yourself?” She stands with her hands on her hips and looks at me like I’m insane.
“You don’t think it’s too much?”
“Girl, I’m the wrong one to ask, and you know that. No, I don’t think it’s too much, you’re just not used to doing it.” I turn around and look at myself again, trying to gain enough confidence to appear as a dominant personality. Serena steps up behind me and grips my shoulders as she looks at me in the mirror. “I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with him to do this. I think that tells you all you need to know.” She pats my shoulder and turns to walk out. I turn to look at her again, knowing there’s still some tension between us, but I’m glad she’s back in my life. Regardless of my nipples and ass being completely exposed to her.
“Ser?” I call out quietly and she turns to meet my eyes. “Thank you.” She smiles at me softly and nods a little.
“Any time. I’m going to try and talk to Carter. He’s coming back to the house with Damien, right?” I nod and smile back at her. I’m glad she’s going totry and fix things with him too. They didn’t fight, but when she needed space from me, he wasn’t excluded, and I know that hurt his feelings—whether he wanted to admit it or not.
As she walks out of the bathroom, my phone buzzes with the security notification that Damien is driving through the gate, and the uneasiness sets back in. I’m so afraid that I’m going to mess this up, that I’ll look ridiculous, and he won’t be into it. Maybe he’s had a really rough day and just wanted to relax, but he’ll feel obligated since I went to all of this trouble. I know that he would never think I look ridiculous or belittle me for trying something new, especially with my self-image issues, but I genuinely want him to enjoy himself. He needs to lay back, unwind, and have a good time—especially with all of the stress that has been crashing down on us lately.
The nerves are flung away as I literally shake them out and mutter ‘I can do this’ over and over again to myself. Every second that passes is just one moment closer to him seeing me like this, and the eagerness builds, manifesting as tingles through my fingers. I just think of all the times he’s looked like he would eat me whole in the most unappealing of circumstances. All of the times he touched me while I was asleep, no doubt with my hair messed up and drool running down my chin. There’re also all of the times I was in my work clothes and covered in hair, and not to mention the first time when I literally had blood and brain matter covering my torso. Somehow, the thought of that night makes me feel better, more confident, and I straighten my spine as my chest swells.
The bedroom door opens, and I take one last deep breath and lean against the bathroom counter in front of the doorway, trying to look as appealing as possible. My hands are palm down on the counter edges beside me, and even though my ass is pressed against the vanity behind me, I keep my posture tall—pushing my breasts forward and leaving my pierced stomach out for show. He comes into view, but he’s not paying much attention, looking down at the floor as he trails in. His shoulders sag like they’re carrying the weight of the world, and that makes me all the more determined to take some of that pressure away.
“Hey, baby girl,” he says as he drops a duffle bag onto the bed and sits with his head down. I wait for him to look up at me, wanting to give him and myself a moment to breathe, but he runs his hand on the back of his neck stressfully, showcasing his unease. That triggers something in me, and no matter how uncomfortable I feel in this bodysuit, I shove it deep down.
“How was your day, baby?” I say playfully, determined to cheer him up. He may be stressed now, but in about thirty seconds he’s going to feel much better.
“It was…” He looks up at me and I can’t help but bite my bottom lip in anticipation as I watch the shock and approval take over his features—lifting my spirits. I can see the moment he quietly inhales in a sharp gasp, and his eyes widen ever so slightly. The tautness of his muscles instantly fades some, and his hand drops down to the bed in shock. “It’s much better now.” He releases a small huff.
