Page 96 of Was I Ever Real

Like something monumental has shifted between us and now we’re facing the vast expanse of the unknown—everything suddenly feels like the first time. Like learning a new language and slowly becoming familiar with the foreign words on my tongue, only to realize it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

Her dress is as sinful as the person wearing it. It ravaged my thoughts when I first saw her, I could barely tear myself away from her.

My hands caress back up her arms and I hook my thumbs under the thin straps, eager to have her wearing nothing but my ring on her finger.

But then her hands reach over and pull my dress shirt out of my slacks in quick, impatient movements as if she’s suddenly grown tired of waiting for me to take the lead. Her fingers fumble over my belt and a surge of heady anticipation shoots up my spine and obliterates my rational mind.

I grab her neck and jerk her towards me, her lips searing into mine and nothing has ever felt more right. She gasps, her mouth open and needy, her hands still pulling at my waist until I hear the zipper being pulled down. It rings loudly in my ears and my heart beats even faster at the sound.

“Connor, God, I’ve missed you so much,” she confesses andfuckI could come with only those words resting softly on her hot wet tongue. But then her hand finds my aching cock underneath my boxers and my vision blackens with the simple pleasure of her touching me.

“Take that damn dress off before I rip it off,” I say in haste. I’m so frantic that my thoughts barely make any sense—only one—and that’s the feel of Lenix’s skin against mine.

Instead of following my order, she pushes my pants down, my boxers following along with them while I wrench my shirt off my body. I do the same with the top of her dress, yanking it down forcefully and unveiling her perfect tits. I groan loudly and only have time to swipe my thumb eagerly over her hard peaked nipple before she’s falling to her knees in front of me.

Her dress is still pooled around her waist and my pants still around my ankles but it doesn’t matter. Not when the world around us dims when I see her hand wrap around my cock, the ruby of her wedding ring glinting like a supernova. I’ve never seen something so hypnotizing in my goddamn life.

I watch her fingers work my shaft up and down, her grip harder with every tug and I can’t move, I can’t look away. My eyes are glued on her ring and when her full lips join her hand, her tongue swiping down the length of me, I think my soul actually leaves my body.

“Fuck,” I grunt, balls tightening, abs constricting. Reaching up, I fist my hair while my body shivers with the pleasure of my wife’s mouth on my dick. She moans around my shaft and I have to pull away before I come down her tight little throat. When I do pull away, I ache from even this small distance, as if we’ve been stitched together, thread by thread and I’m trying to tear the stitches out from our skins.

“On the bed. Dress off,” I command while toeing the rest of my clothes off.

She doesn’t move.

At first, I think she’s just being Lenix and balking at any type of command but then I notice her avoidant gaze and my gut wrenches. I immediately kneel in front of her, my fingers curling around her chin trying to get her to look at me but she resists.

“Lenix… what just happened? Where did you just go?” My tone is laced with worry.

Silence stretches between us, and I feel powerless. But finally, her gaze slowly shifts, her eyes finding mine. They shine as if holding on to too much emotion, and it’s threatening to spill over.

“I hate having that…thatthingon me, especially now, like this.”

When the realization washes over that she’s referring to her brand, I can barely control the rage still red-hot inside me. It’s quickly replaced by sudden and near-suffocating guilt.

I failed her. I couldn’t protect her.

It’s my fault she has that fucking thing on her body for life now.

My jaw ticks. I need to breathe deeply through my nose before I can find the proper words she needs right now. Instead of the ones burning on my tongue that could ease my own shame from having done nothing but push her into harm’s way.

“Between you and I, this means nothing. It’s simply a mark that now exists,” I say with determination.

“Tell me then, what else could you possibly see when I’m naked now?” Her voice is small and I would rather die a thousand deaths than to hear her like this.

I stare at her intensely, lacking the words to explain to her what Idosee when I look at her. Her statement is so outrageously off base that I swallow everything I’m trying to say back down and instead, I pull her up on her feet.

“Take that dress off and I’ll show you—but I need to see all of you.”

She stays frozen for a few seconds, looking like she’s trying to make up her mind and then she sighs softly, her shoulders dropping the tension she was holding. Standing up, her fingers finally slip under her dress near her hips and nudge it down over her ass, letting it drop to the floor. She holds her head high, eyes fixed on mine while she steps out of it, her fists tight on either side of her as if she’s fighting against the impulse to cover herself.

I step into her space and hold her face in my hands. Smiling down, I softly kiss her parted lips, hoping it will convey how proud I am of her. How much she means to me, and the lengths I would go to see her smile back.

“I love you,” I tell her in a hush. Watching her eyes close at the sound of my voice is reward enough. I pull away and tilt my chin forward. “On the bed.”

Her lips form into a small pout and she gives me the smallest of eye rolls before heeding to my order, I can’t help but chuckle at her small defiance even now.

Sliding herself up the mattress, she rests back on her arms that are stretched out behind her. She keeps her legs closed, one ankle over the other while looking up at me expectantly. I notice that the angle makes her right hip tilt away from me.

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