Page 24 of The Forever One
On instinct, the muscles in my arm contract, pulling River closer to my chest, and easing my own torment. My lips rest against the crown of her head before I allow myself to go back to my thoughts.
God, I hope Lina will survive this. If I’m plagued by it all, I can’t imagine what she is feeling. My chest aches for her, my eyes burning with guilt and anger because there’s nothing I can do to make it better. Nothing I can say that could possibly help. The only silver lining is that Tyler was found with only a few bruises and a gash on his head. Had he died, we would have lost Lina forever. I spoke to him briefly after he was found in a nearby stone stable by one of our men. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking happy to see him. Out of all of us, he’s probably the least traumatized by the events considering he was passed out almost the whole time he was there.
I’m not as optimistic when it comes to Enzo, though.
The things he witnessed will haunt him forever and I pray to God that we’ll be able to bring him back from the depths of the emotional abyss he’s most likely throwing himself into at this very moment.
There’s a reason he’s always so detached, always the observer, always the protector, and it has everything to do with his past. So, not being able to save Lina from her fate will eat at him until there’s nothing left to take.
Hopefully, they can all help each other to heal, Tyler, Lina, and Enzo. Be for each other what River is for me. What I pray I am for her. The breath in a world that tends to suffocate me. The light that pierces through the blinding darkness.
River stirs on top of me, bathing me in her warmth as though she knows I need to be reminded that we’re in a cocoon.
“What are you thinking about?” Her throaty voice makes me smile.
“Everything. I can’t get the images out of my mind.” She rises on her right elbow and looks down at me.
“Did you just answer my question without deflecting?” Wide eyes stare back at me, her pupils darting from one side to the other.
“You asked, I answered. That was the promise, right?” My hand slides up her calf and stops at her thigh, squeezing enough to make her moan.
“Right. It’s sexy as fuck.”
I grin at her choice of vocabulary. My wife wants to play.
“Let’s play a game.” In a flash, she’s lying beneath me, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths.
“Does it involve me coming all over your cock?” She smirks. “Or your face? I wouldn’t be opposed to either.”
I glide my dick between her already-wet pussy lips and run my tongue along the seam of her mouth.
“How about I make you choke on my cock. Would you like that?” I punctuate my proposition with a hard thrust of my hips, burying myself deep inside her welcoming pussy.
“Hmm, I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”
I bite her neck, indenting her flesh with my teeth as I plunge inside her twice more.
“Nothing. It’s your reminder of how I feel about the language you use.” I grind our bodies together, my dick swelling impossibly harder every time I bottom out.
“Well, my husband would never do such a thing. In fact…” She meets my thrust with a pump of her hips, rubbing her clit against me. “He would make sure I’m fully satisfied before he’d ever satisfy himself.”
Fuck, I love this woman.
“He sounds like a good man.”
“He has his moments.” We forget about our conversation for a while, enjoying the reprieve of these rare moments of peace. I savor every stroke of my tongue across her skin and memorize every sound she makes.
In the end, all I care about is her. My wife. The woman of my literal dreams.
Keeping as much pressure off my shoulder as I can, I put most of my weight on my healthy side and pump in and out of River’s snug little cunt, reveling in the sound of our sweat-covered bodies slapping together, the smell of sex making me hornier the longer I fuck her. We’re moaning into each other's mouths, sucking on each other’s tongues, biting whatever bit of flesh we can get our teeth on as our minds focus on one thing only: ecstasy.
The headboard plays a rising staccato against the wall as we gasp and groan and grunt the closer we get to orgasm.
“You come, Tesoro. Right fucking now.”
“So…” she gasps, her body convulsing as her cunt squeezes the life out of my dick. Every muscle in her body is taut, her neck is straining and I can see her veins struggling not to pop out. “Fucking…” I cover her mouth with mine just moments before we roar out our climax, chests heaving and pelvises slapping together uncontrollably. “Bossy.”
“You wouldn't love me any other way.”