Page 62 of Was I Ever Real

He grabs me by the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, tugging my head further back. His tongue is a scorching brand on my skin, tracing a proprietorial path up my neck, all the way up to my flushed cheek. Connor’s lips slam into mine, tasting like the darkest of nights and the cure to all my shameful secrets. I’m left gasping and breathless, when he finally pulls away. Not before biting and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, tugging and then releasing it with a wet pop. He straightens back up while grinning.

“On your knees, darling.” His head tilting slightly toward the floor as he says it.

The part of me that would usually balk at his order is quiet today.

Instead, I’m aflame.

A desperate need ravages my senses as I slide down to the floor. Connor is already tugging on his zipper, the hard curve of his erection pushing against his jeans. I can’t resist joining his hurried fingers at his waist, needing to see, to touch, to taste.

I’ve never seen a more perfect cock in my life. I’ve always thought so. But I’ve never dared tell Connor that, unwilling to stroke his ego with acomplimentno less. But I find myself telling him just that while my hand strokes his thick shaft, his broad head already glistening with precum. It’s a hasty whisper of adoration and his answering groan winds me up so tight, I can barely think. So, I justdo.

I give the underside of his cock, one long broad lick before wrapping my lips around it and I feel his hips hitch in response.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

I relax my throat, hollowing my cheeks, swallowing him down until his cock fills me completely. His hands grab my hair, keeping me there while I choke on him, my eyes watering. Pushing his jeans further down, my palms find his ass clenching under my touch.

He loosens his grasp and I release him from my mouth, taking in a much needed breath. I look up from under my eyelashes, and let my tongue fall flat. He taps the tip on it, staring at me with unadulterated intensity while alternating between stroking himself and thrusting into my mouth.

“Look at you,” he drawls, his cock throbbing against my tongue, swallowing him down to the hilt once more. “What a pretty little wife I own.”

This should incense me—instead I moan around him like I’ve never heard something so fucking hot in my life. His lewd chuckle tells me he knows exactly what that just did to me.

“Come here,” he growls, my mouth suddenly achingly empty as he pulls me up on my feet and throws me on the bed once again. With the same wicked grin adorning his face, his eyes rove down my body, the white dress still covering most of me. He reaches down, picking up the bottom hem and with a speed my brain can’t even register, rips the fabric in half, uncovering my naked body up to my waist.

He reaches behind and pulls his t-shirt over his head in one practiced swoop, his arms and torso flexing deliciously as he does. His jeans are off shortly after and the sight of him naked sends me tumbling down even further into the yawning abyss. A part of me hopes I’ll never find the bottom, if it means seeing Connor just like this.

The devil unchaining me from my shackles, freeing me from the very hell I’ve been warned against.

I notice his eyes lingering on the faded scars on my thigh.

Maybe he has noticed them before after all.

He seems enraptured by the sight, his brows creased, chest rising rapidly, torso wound tight, and biceps bulging while his hands are in tight fists.

“Connor,” I say softly. His eyes flit quickly to mine, but his expression doesn’t change. It takes a few more seconds for him to calm down from wherever his thoughts took him. What I find now is a promise—unsaid but not unseen. A promise of blood and chaos, and revenge. A small thrill racks through me, unencumbered by the usual feelings of guilt and shame—but only of retribution.

Finally, he prowls towards me onto the bed, and I move back up closer to the headboard. He brings both of his hands to my face and with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting, gently presses his lips to my forehead, my eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation.

Then his mouth finds mine. The kiss starts slow until it eventually builds into a fiery blaze, razing to the ground any lingering memories that aren't about us. Here. Now.

His cock lays heavy on my stomach, his body edging closer, deepening our kiss and I suddenly feel that same desperation as before. An urge building and building, propelling me into this heightened need for one thing only. I don’t want his fingers, or tongue or anything else that’s not the fullness and force of Connor thrusting inside of me.

I reach between us, and wrap my hand around the hardness of him—throbbing against my palm, and so fucking perfect. He breaks away and pushes me down onto the mattress, throwing my left leg over his shoulder. His lips trail across my scars, his soft gaze relaying the words left unspoken while his hand slides up my thigh with such territorial intention that a small moan escapes me and his eyes close on an inhale at the sound.

And by the time his eyes are back open, he has one hand around his shaft and the other flat on my stomach, fisting the tattered shreds of the dress as he drags the head of his cock against my slit, my head falling into the pillows at the heightening sensation.

“So fucking wet for me,” he says, his voice low and rough.

My nails dig into his forearms, my gaze finding his and the intensity pulsating off him while he watches me makes my head swim. He doesn’t break eye contact when he finally pushes into me and I clench around him in bliss.

“Fuck,” I say around a moan. “You feel so good.”

He thrusts hard into me, his lips kissing my leg still up on his shoulder, biting the soft skin near my knee and my back arches off the bed.

“Better remember this feeling, darling,” he growls, his hips snapping into mine, his fist still tight around my dress. “‘Cause only your husband can fuck you this good.”

He lets my leg drop, his cock still throbbing so deep inside me that I can’t speak, can’t think, the sensation so vibrant that I forget everything but Connor fucking me.

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