Page 82 of Captured Solace

“Do you want something?” I teased.

She gritted her teeth, glaring up at me. I trailed my finger over her clit, barely touching her most sensitive point. The moan that escaped her lips was desperate, almost feral.

“Touch me,” she hissed. “Now.”

“Watch your tone.” I pulled aside one of her thighs and spanked her pussy hard enough to make her yelp.

“Fuck you,” she moaned.

“Don’t be mouthy, baby,” I murmured.

She nodded once, biting her lip.

“Good girl. Now hold still.”

I found a tie in the closet and wrapped it around her wrists, drawing them up over her head and securing them. Then I tossed aside the last remnants of her clothes and the lace bra and looked down at her, fully naked. Her breasts heaved and her nipples tightened as she looked up at me with those devastating eyes.

“Are you sure it’s enough?” she whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you sure I’m enough for you? Are you sure you’ll be satisfied with just me after all those years of being the godfather?”

God, she was going to break me into a million pieces. Bending over her, I brushed her mouth with my lips, letting her little gasp flow from her lungs to mine.

“None of that life could ever be better than you, Sienna,” I whispered. “You are enough, you’re incomparable.”

“Why does it hurt sometimes, feeling love like this?” she murmured.

I studied her for a long time and when I spoke my throat was dry. “Perhaps because you’re a hurt woman in love with broken man. There’s bound to be pain wrapped up in there somewhere.”

“Does it have to be like that? Can’t we just skip to the part where it’s easy?”

“Do you want to skip this part?” I asked, kissing between her breasts.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Things aren’t going to fix themselves overnight,” I said. “It takes time. I know you won’t trust me right away and maybe it’ll take a little time for me to get over some things too. But the important thing is that we both keep trying. Do you want to do that with me?”

She nodded.

I settled over her body, letting some of my weight press her down on the mattress. “Till death do us part, baby?”

She smiled for the first time since we’d arrived and my body warmed at the sight. I dipped my head and took her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue until her body relaxed and a moan escaped her lips. My cock hardened, pressing against her leg. I needed her, but it was more than just a physical need. I wanted her breath in my lungs, her skin against mine, her taste on the back of my tongue.

I kissed her mouth until she gasped, thrusting my tongue between her teeth to gather the wetness there. She opened her lips for me and I spat between them, glorying in the little bob of her throat as she swallowed. She let me trail my saliva down her body, rubbing it into her nipples and over the soft folds of her pussy. I needed her to taste like me, to smell like me, to be completely mine.

The night wore on until morning and I fucked my wife the way she deserved. Slow and hard, shaking her body until she was a trembling mess beneath me. And she took it beautifully.

There was still a hundred thousand things we needed to fix. I was fucking her surrounded by the shattered mess we’d made and in the coming weeks we would have to sort through all of it. The lies, the betrayal, the harsh words, the uncertain future. But for tonight, she was mine and nothing else in the world mattered except the woman with her legs wrapped around my waist and her fingers woven in my hair.

Chapter Nineteen

Sienna

The sun pierced through my lids, blinding me as I rose to consciousness. Underneath my body, the world rocked gently and over me lay a heavy warmth. I pried my lips apart, my dry tongue sticking to my teeth unpleasantly. How much had I had to drink?

I opened my eyes and clear, blue sky stretched overhead. The air smelled of salt and I caught the cry of a gull somewhere to my left. Warm air tickled my body, making my spine tingle and my nipples tighten, and I realized I was fully naked.

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