Page 63 of The Stallion
I had performed this dance countless times for several months while Alec began his transition to retirement, and not once did it feel anything more than another basic routine.
Our show was a story told through movement and body language, and this specific segment told a tale of love and deep-seated affection.
I never felt a genuine emotional connection with any of my previous dance partners, except for her—my sweet girl.
The woman I had persuaded into marriage—simply because I needed the power that came with having her—made me feel exactly what this performance meant to those who filled the theater night after night.
I wasn’t exhausted from our rehearsal, but the longer I stared into her bright eyes, the harder it became to breathe.
I was breathless, gasping like a fish out of water—all because of this woman before me.
I allowed myself to start having feelings, and they grew so fucking fast. But this moment we shared was like snapping the last pieces into place—locking us in a bond that could never be broken and that I would never want to escape.
Bria pulled away, the water dripping down my face and landing on hers as she stared up at me, her eyes endlessly searching mine. And I found myself falling the last few feet—finally reaching the point of no return.
What started as off pure infatuation, that warped into an obsession once she was mine, was now—Fuck… I was undeniably in love with my fucking wife.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Bria swallowed with a breathless tremor as if she were nervous—or afraid of what I would say.
“Looking at you like what?” I answered softly, my heart tightening with every bated breath. “Like, I don’t feel this connection between us? That I haven’t acknowledged what is happening right now?… Like I don’t—Fuck…” I clenched my jaw, sighing as I attempted to force the words from within me.
I knew exactly what I felt. It was staring me right in the fucking face like a blinding beacon of light. I just didn’t know how to confess it out loud.
“I’d cross all the lines for you—every single one of them,” Bria whispered, her eyes dropping to my lips as she brought her hand up to touch them lightly with her fingertips.
Her encouraging words sank in, and when her gaze lifted back up to meet mine—I let it all out.
“Less than a month and the things you’ve already managed to do to me—the way that you’ve broken into my heart without even trying…” My eyes drifted off to the side as I thought carefully through my words. “I never thought it was possible to fall in love so quickly, and yet here you are, stealing my entire soul as if it were yours to take from the start.” I rolled my lips together, thinking of every single day and night spent with her—how she was always on my mind, even in my dreams. “I don’t know if you’ll ever feel the same about me and our marriage, considering how everything started between us. But know that I will do whatever it takes to keep you, to love you—without a single fucking exception.”
There they were, every single one of my cards laid out on the table—all for her. And I held my breath as I waited for her reaction.
She would cross lines for me, but once the hurdle was cleared, how far past them would my wife go?
“That’s one hell of a declaration of love,” Bria spoke with awe as she brushed a soaked strand of hair out of my eyes, and I returned them to hers. “There was another… before you…” She sighed, her eyes turning distant as she looked at me with a short smile that felt more forced than anything.
“He broke my heart—my trust—in more ways than one. Six years spent fighting for something that wasn’t worth the effort… and yet, I persevered because it wasn’t like me to be a quitter.” I removed my hand from the back of her neck to grip her chin, dragging my thumb along her lower lip as she sighed again.
Someone had dared to hurt my sweet girl and I wanted nothing more than to kill the motherfucker where he stood.
“I don’t know why I’m saying this to you, or if it’ll bite me in the ass all over again—but I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that I’m falling for you, Dallas… That I might actually love you, if this is what it feels like to be truly committed to another.”
“Bria,” I murmured before gently pulling her lips to mine and kissing her with every bleeding ounce of affection that I held just for her. She parted her lips with a soft moan as I dipped my tongue past them to tangle with hers. “You have absolutely no idea of just how devoted I am to you. You own me, my sweet girl. Heart, soul, body, and mind—I’m yours, for as long as I live and breathe.”
My wife, the woman I loved unconditionally, owned every single part of my being.
“Take me, Dallas.” She groaned down my throat. “Fuck me like I’m your last.”
Andshe was. My first and last…
I didn’t need any further encouragement to pull my hard cock from my boxers, while pushing her soaked thong aside to admire my favorite fucking pussy.
I stroked my length, getting it nice and hard before dipping a finger inside of her. Warm, soft walls squeezed me with a firm gripas I fucked her, adding a second and then a third, stretching her walls and getting them ready for my cock.
She released her hold on me, falling back over the pool’s edge with her back arched and hands running through her hair.
More than ready to take my wife, I braced my hands on either side of her body, gripping the edge of the pool as I lined the head of my dick up against her entrance. The metal of my piercings, chilled by the cold water, would be a new sensation for her—and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction to them.
I pushed inside of her, gradually sinking myself deep between her thighs. A breathless gasp passed my lips as she took all of me with her legs spread wide and welcoming.
